“Use me,” I whispered, eyes locked with his. “Take whatever you want. Whatever you need. Just let me give it to you.” Something dark and primal flickered in his gaze, and I wanted to revel in it. Wanted to bask in the feeling of lust pouring off him. Of worship. Of ownership. All directed at me. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice thick as he skated his gaze over me, settling once again on my pussy. “My dirty little girl wants to be used, is that right?” Oh my fuck. Why did it sound so hot when he said it like that? If I had any uncertainty about whether this was something I really wanted, my tight
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