I want to run my tongue down the treasure trail disappearing into the waistband of his jeans. “Now, then,” he says in a deep, lazy drawl. “Let’s begin.” I pant through my parted lips and remind myself to play it cool. To act like a sub with her pick of wealthy doms. This means resisting the urge to lean forward. “Can I see you?” I blurt. His deep chuckle makes my skin tingle. Marius unbuttons those jeans and pulls out a cock longer than any dildo sold at the Red Room. With how the phone is angled, it looks thicker than my forearm and adorned with a network of prominent veins. His bulky
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