“I want you to want this…” he began, his voice a low rumble that forced my eyes closed against the flood of sensation. “I want you to beg me to touch you.” His grip in my hair tightened just enough to make my breath hitch. My teeth sank into my lip, desperate to stifle the sound rising in my throat. “When you do, I’m going to get my hands all over you. And I’m going to savor every second. I won’t fuck you until you’re aching for it too. And when you are, I’ll give you the best fuck of your life. And then I’ll do it again. And again. And again. For as long as you want me to.” His lips brushed
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