“So fucking ready for me.” His growl vibrates through my core. “My fingers.” He slips one inside me and I release a rush of arousal. “My mouth.” A trail of heat follows his tongue from my collarbone up to my ear. “My cock?” He arches an eyebrow at me. “Yes,” I pant, needy and desperate. He rubs a hand over his beard and stares at me. “But something’s not quite right.” I frown. “W-what?” He fists his hands in the material at the front of my dress. “I want to see this beautiful body when I play with you.” In one swift move, he tears my lovely blue dress down the middle. “Much fucking better.” I
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