“Suck me,” he says gruffly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Now.” I hate him. I approach the bed, ready to kneel…but he halts me. “I want to see your tits.” Glaring, I lower the spaghetti straps of my gown. I didn’t wear a bra, so they practically bounce out of my dress. Still touching himself, Knox sits up on the bed. “Take it off.” But then I’ll be naked. Vulnerable. Just like he wants. Swallowing my nerves, I let my dress fall to the floor. I utter a gasp of shock when he edges forward and flicks his tongue over my nipple. “The better you suck my dick…the faster it will
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