“Tell me what’s going to happen this weekend,” I whisper. He pauses and stares up at me, Kole’s hazel eyes clouded with lust and confusion. “What?” I lower my head to his ear while I thrust into his hand. “Tell me how you want me to take you. How you want me to get you ready. With my fingers? My mouth?” “Both?” he squeaks, and I love it.
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