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CHAPTER EIGHTY SIX.

AUTHOR’S POV

He could tell her shock by how her face fell. Her hands trembling and it caused him to smirk.

“You don’t have to be sorry. I knew he made the first move.” He said, wanting to clear the air and her conscience.

Eleanor attempted to say something and that would require spitting him out.

“Shh! Say nothing. Just stay still like the obedient little doll you are.” He ordered and El nodded firmly. “That’s my good girl.” He added and started to move in and out. His butt clenching tightly as he did.

“Fuck, El. Fuck!” He cussed, his hand holding her head in place while he continued to fuck her mouth faster and deeper.

Eleanor’s eyes stung with tears, the pain in my throat getting worse and just like a maniac’s doll, she liked it, every single part of it caused her woman to drool some more.

His waist rotating as he went while her fingernails dug into her thighs in order to spread more pain through her.

The higher the pain, the better the sex.

That she believed.

“Fuck you, El.” He cu
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