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Sit on my face. Put your hand in my pants. Let me rub the tip of my cock on that little dimple that appears in your cheek when you smile.
“I’m thirty-two. How old are you?” “Older.” “Older like ninety?” “Older like forty-seven.”
“Because it’s been a long time since a woman took my breath away.” Her heart-shaped mouth fell open. Her eyes smoldered. “My heart is beating so fast right now,” she whispered.
“No. My hands will be all over your body.” Leaning closer, I put my lips against her ear. “My hands, my mouth, and my cock. Baby, if you say yes, you’re going to be up all fucking night.”
“You are infuriatingly, indecently beautiful,” I told her. “And I might never forgive you for making me want you so badly.” She put a hand over my cock, which strained against the denim. “Are you going to punish me for it?” “Hard and repeatedly.”
“Would a good girl get so wet from being spanked? Would a good girl like being punished this way? Would a good girl ask to get fucked?”
“Listen, Millie MacAllister. Down in the bar, I told you if you said yes, you’d be up all fucking night. And I meant it.” I laughed, glancing over at the nightstand clock. “But it’s—” “It’s barely after midnight. What time is your flight?” “Nine.” His grin widened. “Baby, we’re just getting started.”
“I don’t want to be a good man tonight. I just want to be the one in your bed.”
“Baby, you took my breath away the night we met.” Playfully, I bit her inner thigh. “Now fucking sit on my face before I lose my mind.”
“You’re my north, south, east, and west, Millie Rose. You ground me, you guide me, you inspire me. And I’m madly in love with you.”
