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I was so wet between my legs that all my feminism slid right out of my pussy.
“You are so weird, Steven.” But she looked at me like that wasn’t a bad thing. And there it was again, that feeling of nostalgia for something that hadn’t ever happened, that would never happen. How could I ache for something that had never been real to begin with?
“What am I going to do with you?” “Anything you want.” He rubbed a hand over his hair, disheveling it. “Anything you want. I love you, Chloe, and I think you could love me too, if you let yourself. Hell, I’m a reasonable man. If you need to hate me a little, I can live with that so long as you call me yours. Because that’s what I am, princess. I’m yours.”
