“It’s about time you wore the clothes I bought you, woman.” “And it’s about time you made it worth my while.” She lifted her head, meeting my gaze. “You smell like us,” I groaned. “Taste like us, too.” “Us,” she whispered, and the word rocked me. “I like the sound of that. Are you just going to stop, London?” I scowled. “Use your words,” she reprimanded, and a gleam of amusement shone in her eyes. “I’ll show you goddamn words,” I growled, and lowered my head to lick her. “How about Jesus Christ?” “Gotta earn that,” she moaned as I slipped my fingers inside and fucked her. “Oh, fuck yes, you
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