148Claire's POVI shuddered on a moan. This was pure bliss. But at the same time, a torture. I was tied up, my legs parted, my breasts achy and nipples tight. I was splayed out, helpless, sweaty and trembling on the bed, while my ex-husband— the man I still loved and desired to have such a night with, was crawling and fanning his hot breaths all over my thighs and pelvis."H-hunter, pl-ple-please..." I cried for mercy, my voice coming out muffled as if I had a hand covering my mouth.I felt him blow on my clít and a raging tide of impending pleasure washed over me. The shutters of my eyes came down with a loud moan as his tongue made the first contact with my pússy. His rough and calloused fingers held the V of the legs tightly as he kept them parted so he could dip his face lower easily.My nails dug into my palms, the pain equivalent to needles piercing in my flesh. I could feel the need and excitement from the way he touched me, both with his mouth and fingers. And by calling him a
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