Simran Nagpal

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It should seem weird that he’s using my nickname while treating me like a whore, but it’s far from it. I gag and choke on his cock and he thrusts his hips forward, making me take him as deep as I can. My own hips jerk, needing a touch, just a tiny stimulation and I’ll come. When he pulls out, saliva and tears cling to my face, but he barely allows me a breath of air before he slams back in. One of his hands fists my hair and the other nearly covers my whole face, smearing it with tears and my drool. I reach a hand between my legs, but he releases my face and slaps my achy nipples, then ...more
Heart of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #3)
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