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38 - Every Inch

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Sloane POV

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His low growl vibrated against my spine. “You want me to take you, Sloane? Then you’ll get exactly what you asked for. Every. Fucking. Inch.”

One hand kept me pinned, his weight a delicious, inescapable pressure on the small of my back. The other hand left my clit, and I whimpered at the loss. But the sound caught in my throat as I heard the sharp, unmistakable click of a cap opening. The scent of cool, slick lube hit my nostrils a second before I
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