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“We share everything,”
Is this one of the reasons she thinks he was in on it.???
“You came down here to punish me?”
“What exactly did you have in mind?”
“Don’t be sorry, please. I literally just turned sixteen, and I want to wait for you. I don’t care how long that is. I want it to be with you, and only with you, okay?”
Meet me at the changing rooms after final bell I’ve got something for you baby ;) Tate
Im SCARED.....i dont wann cry and ik im going to cry when i read the rest.🥺
“Will you strangle me if I say no?”
LMAOOOO.
“Out of the two of us, you know that it would be you doing the strangling,” he teases,
“Ouch. Better not risk it, then.”
“I’ll make it fit,” he whispers darkly.
So nasty.😂
He groans instantaneously as he sucks mouthfuls of softness between his lips, but when he slides his long wet tongue down the inside of the tight cup, brushing my nipple, I’m the one gasping. He uses one palm to plump me up and two fingers to slide the cup down, and then his mouth suctions around the little peak until I’m extended and squirming. He leans back, eyes dazed, and he watches my hips rub despairing little circles up his chest. He puts one hand on my hip, feeling my body buck, and his fingers dig into my skin, unyielding. When I make a noise to regain his attention he brings his face
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For some reason I think that he’s waiting for me to say something so I manage in a strangled voice, “Is that for me?”
Im screaming.!!!
My stomach is blazing and my heartbeat is embarrassingly loud. He makes a deep, worshipful sound and I stop breathing entirely. “Tate,” I whisper as quietly as possible, in an attempt to veil my whimper.
“Say my name again,”
I love when mmc says thisss.
“One more minute, baby,” he mutters gently. “You’re doing so well.”
Suddenly he stands, lifting my legs by my ankles so that he can slip my underwear up and over my legs without me having to move an inch. He keeps the cotton clenched in his hand as he shucks off his pants and boxers.
“I’m keeping these,” he says as the last of his clothes gets kicked aside.
“Then do I get to keep yours?” I ask back.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his eyes shimmering with worry.
This is so sweet.
He’s showing me what his hard-earned body was made for: pleasure-pain murder-salvation. His hands pull, press, rub, tease, and then he tilts his head down so that he can watch himself as he slips in and out of me.
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna take you so gentle,” he rasps, his muscles straining as he crowds me, and
“Because you turned eighteen yesterday, baby,” he says softly, “so I had to come and get my girl.”
COUPLE GOALSS.???? I THINK SOOOOOO.
