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Slow And Deep

Harley

I flinched with every tap, and my knees nearly buckled. Rick pulled away, and I tilted my head back, watching him as he teased and tortured me.

I licked my lips. “I want you to start slow.”

“Mm hmm.”

“And deep.”

“And?” he asked.

I rolled my hips, dragging my clit over his fingers. “And then I want you to stroke my clit until I come. Then, when I’m dripping and swollen, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can until you come, too.” I reached up to trace his jaw with shaking fingertips. “Do you think you can handle that?”

He eased his finger inside me. “Start slow,” he said, recalling my instructions with ease. His lips were parted, and his eyes bored into me as he worked his finger in and out of me in a slow, steady, tantalizing rhythm. “And deep.”

“Yes,” I breathed as he pushed in deeper, stretching me and reaching up toward my G-spot. I moaned as he gave me another thick digit. “Just like that.”

He slid his fingers in and out, and with every stroke, he r
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