EVE.He stayed still inside me, buried to almost his hilt, trembling, like he needed to memorize the way I gripped him before he even dared to move. His breaths were uneven while his cock throbbed deep inside, twitching against every inch of me.Then, finally, he moved. Painfully slow. He dragged back almost to the tip, the thick head stretching me open all over again, then slid back in with the same steady care, like he was teaching my body a rhythm that belonged to him alone."Open wider, baby." His hand slid to the back of my thigh and lifted, guiding my knee higher around his hip.I gasped, the sound breaking into a sob at how close, how intimate, and how different it felt.“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead pressing to mine as his hips rolled deeper. “You’re milking me, Eve. Jesus… you’re squeezing me so tight I can’t fucking breathe.”Saint never gave me this. Saint was a hard, merciless taker.Kyrie seemed to be a careful giver. He was taking his time and making it last.He moved
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