“Jesus, babe,” Kenan says, shifting his hands from my hips to my back. “Do that again.” I laugh down at him, and move again, a slow, deliberate roll of my hips. I clench my pussy around him. Mine. Let another woman even try. I lift my chin, tighten my thighs at his hips, and roll again. Clench tighter, introducing his cock to its new mistress. I will possess this warrior under me. The man they call Gladiator taken captive by a girl half his size and a decade younger. I’m a girl he could crush, but everything in the way he looks at me says cherish. Says treasure. Says protect. Says I’m his,
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