“Show me,” I told him. Desire licked out of him as he gazed down, eyes hot and his body hotter. “Show me how you like it,” I begged. I could feel the flashfire of heat rush through him. “You sure?” “Yes.” For a moment, he hesitated, wanting to protect me the way he always had, so I tipped my head up at him and said, “I’m not breakable, Otto. And if I was, I’d want you to be the one to break me.” “Sweet fuckin’ moonflower.” He pressed the tip of his dick to my lips. “Open.” His tone filled with a command, and I obliged, parting my lips. He pushed the tip inside. “Suck it,” he grunted. I did,
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