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Every time I looked at his almost bow-legged swagger my hole twitched and trembled, aching for him to notice how bad I needed him to fuck me. To own me. To dominate me like I was a bitch in heat, and he couldn’t stop himself from taking what was his.
You Can Count On Me (Christmas Daddies, #2)
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