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Chapter 32
Dior
It takes three minutes of looking into Patricia's insecure eyes to realize she isn't experienced or confident enough to take the lead. I'm not either, but my cock is already hard, and I want her.
I lean forward, placing my palm on Patricia's cheek with my lips curling up into a smirk. The little thing gazes me up and down, obviously checking out my pecs. Her eyes stay on them for what seems like an eternity. I take a deep breath, and she abruptly lifts her chin, blushing as she locks her eyes with mine.
Intrigue immediately washes over me. Patricia is attracted to me, yet she seems determined to keep a restraint on herself. When I was licking her, she let go of her hatred and forgot about her barricades, but now they are back up, and I intend to destroy them.
I tilt my head. "Your bark is so big outside of this room, but once you're naked and wrapped in my arms, the warrior princess suddenly turns into a shy kitten."
Patricia part her lip
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