He growls. “Oh fuck, Sunshine. You were holding out on me.” He sucks air in through his teeth and grunts. “Ugh, this is my fucking fantasy. Look at me.” When our eyes meet, it’s like I can’t control myself. His are dark and filled with lust, as if he’s warring between anger and ecstasy. It’s the greatest aphrodisiac seeing how turned on I can make him. It’s my fantasy too, being with someone who’s as into it as I am. It’s empowering. “Oh, you’re a fucking pro. Goddamn it, Jordan. Why were you hiding this side of you?” I let his words wash over me and build my confidence. The piercings aren’t
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