“Green.” She mouthed it because her voice was lost. Her mind was lost. He fed himself into her. She was already soaked from her earlier ministrations, but he still had to inch into her, his mouth falling over hers with every one of her hitched breaths or whimpers, like he needed to taste them. Halfway into her, he paused to breathe, like he needed a break. Like he was struggling for control. “You’re so tight.” He groaned, voice low and rough. “I just want to force my way in. I want you bent and b-broken …” He trailed off when she clenched around him, sucking in a sharp breath. She wasn’t used
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