“Will you provide me this?” He closed his eyes, his jaw clenching as his free hand came to her hair. He whispered her name low and dark and wonderful. “Are you—” She was sure. “I am your queen,” she whispered to the back of his hand, giving herself up to the fantasy. Willing him to do the same. “Let me have this.” He released her hand. Free, she stroked him again, reveling in the smooth size of him—hers to do with as she wished. She worked him, spreading his trousers wide and reaching inside to find the heavy sac within, taking it in hand with a gentle firmness that had him thrusting up off
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