“Tell me what you want.” “I…” He’s going to hold back. I can already tell. I grab his wrist and press his hand to my thigh, right over my tattoo. “Not the polite version. Not what you think I want to hear. Tell me what you want right now, in this moment, more than anything else.” Hercules’s gaze drops to my mouth and then lower to where his hand brackets my thigh. “I want to taste your pussy.” My whole body goes hot and tight. He says he’s not pure, but there’s something almost innocent in the way he allows me to lead this. Submissive, yes, but more than that. I want to dirty him right up. I
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