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“Dais,” I say forcefully, reaching above her to grip the handlebar. It allows me to push deeper. Once. Twice. My erection fitting perfectly inside of Daisy. She cries, her eyelids fluttering. I lift her leg higher around my waist, and she breathes like she’s having a panic attack. “I can’t…” She shakes her head from side to side. I kiss her lips and slow down for a second. “You can, Dais.” I know. It’s fucking intense.
Hothouse Flower (Calloway Sisters #2)
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