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His thickness was filling, consuming me.

And with each plunge, I couldn’t stop thinking about what this was going to feel like when it was inside of me. That deep, overwhelming satisfaction I could only get from his dick. It was that need, that burning desire, that caused my speed to increase.

He twisted my hair around his wrist, grunting, “You’re going to make me fucking come.”

That sounded like a challenge.

But I knew he wasn’t going to let me bring him there because I was positive he had much more planned for tonight. And seconds later, I learned I was right when he lifted me in the air and set me on my back, hovering over me while he stripped off my clothes.

The only thing that remained on my skin was the heat from the fire and his scorching gaze.

“I’m going to fucking devour you.”

I shivered.

From the anticipation.

From the look of hunger on his face.

From his feral lips as they moved down my chest, surrounding my nipple, repeatedly tugging it with his teeth. Each pull lifted me