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SHADOW

I couldn’t think straight. My head was plagued with so much desire to feel the bulging length deliciously teasing my clit through my pajama shorts. Sure, I was wet and sensitive. My core was throbbing, but I wanted more like the air I breathed, as if I was running out of it.

Califf continued attacking me with slow strokes of his tongue against mine in my mouth as he groaned and shifted his hips until he nestled between my legs. His hard length grew even bigger, pressed against my aching core. I’d never been aroused like this. Every touch he made, every ground of the heavy ridge of his cock, was torture, driving me insane.

He ripped the shirt off my body without warning, enough to make me gasp. My breathing became quicker as he slipped his big hand into my bra, cupped my breast, and rolled my nipple between his fingers. I writhed underneath him. He unfastened the bra, took it off me, and threw it off the floor.

“Oh, Goddess.” I bit my bottom lip to stifle my moan, but it was