Shame ate me up and I intended to kneel him in the groin, but he was swift, catching me by the knees, bending his broad back which had the shape of the viper head on his neck and he left soft kisses on my kneecaps “If you want to hit me next time, tell me so I would let you, I am used to quick defense.”“I would love to slap you in the face for touching me.” He raised his head, his piercing gaze slashing through my soul, and I assumed I was becoming insane with the way those luscious eyes made me feel my core tingle.He took my wrist, and I struggled to fight his touch. “Slap me here instead, when it is bare to you only.” He made me slap his bulge, and I froze like a mannequin, to have touched something solid, yet I could feel its softness against his pants. “You feel that, baby? I want to get clenched, sucked, slapped, and make you watch it as it spring to life, baby.” His eyes bored into mine burning with a great ferocity of desires.I pushed myself away from his lap, moving back to
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