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THIRTY SEVEN

~ Emmy ~

"What's with the demands? I know what to do!" I lied and made a tentative fist around his huge steel, stroking it up and down, wondering about the friction, if it felt good and if I was holding it correctly. Did I have a good tempo? Shit, why was it so warm, was it meant to be?

I was in such a state of discovery that I felt my core tighten in another wave of arousal, forcing a husky whimper from my lips, that I regretted the second I heard the growl that ripped from his throat. His eyes let me know he knew just how turned-on I was.

"Enjoying yourself, little dove." He purred seductively, the way he said my nickname alone enough to make my pussy drool. Fuck he was killing me, and he wasn't even touching me...yet!

"Fuck you!" I laughed, clenching my thighs, begging my pussy to behave.

"I will later, but now I want you to stroke me harder like the good girl; I know you want to be for me." My body's response to his words was so utterly unexpected that my hands paused.

"Whose
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