“You want me to fuck you there?” I wanted him to fuck me everywhere. “Yes.” “Jesus fucking Christ, Ophelia,” he groaned. “Pull these down.” He tugged at the button on my shorts and freed the zipper, then lifted me with no effort whatsoever so I could shimmy the tight denim to my knees. Instead of taking them all the way off, he flipped me around, so my back was against his chest and my bare ass was in his lap with nothing but a black thong between us. “Tell me where else you want me to touch you,” he murmured against my ear. “Right here?” His fingers slid between my legs briefly, teasing the
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