“I-I think I’d like it a little bit rough,” I manage to say, staring at the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallows. His fingers flex into my thighs, breathing frayed. “Rough how?” he asks in a low rumble before placing a quick, sharp bite to my breast. “Like that,” I gasp out. “How else?” When I don’t immediately speak, he bites me again, then soothes the area with a decadent lick of his tongue, ripping another gasp from me. “I … I don’t … I mean … This isn’t … I haven’t…” He drags his teeth to my nipple, gently nipping at the peak before sucking it deep into his mouth. My vision blurs. “You
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