“You like that don’t you,” he says, grinning down at me. I nod, and his eyebrow arches. “You want me to fuck you harder?” Again, I nod. “I want to hear it, Cherry, I want to hear you.” “Harder,” I say, my voice soft. He slows his pace, which takes the friction away. “What was that?” “Harder.” This time I’m a little louder, but he stills completely. “Tristian, please.” “Please what?” “Fuck me,” I demand, pushing up on my elbows. “Fuck. Me.” It comes out in a growl. He grins and plunges into me, slow and restrained. “Like that?” “Harder.” “I can’t hear you.” “Jesus Christ. Harder!” He reacts
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