RIDING THE BAD BOY 2ZAYLAI clenched my emptiness, as I felt him against my palm. Hot, veiny and thickly massive with pre ejaculate sliding down his shaft. He growled, feral and deep, as he ripped my shirt open. The coor air hit my sensitive skin, my nipples hard and aching under his stare. "Oh, hell," he murmured sinfully and cupped my breasts in his hands, while I stroked him. Every of my thoughts tangled into one burning ache. I wanted to take him inside me, I wanted to move, to feel him. Before I knew it, my hands were on him. They found the hem of his shirt, trembling — not from fear, but from the way his breath brushed my throat. I tugged the fabric upward, and he let me, until the shirt came off in a clumsy rush.My gaze dipped before I could stop it. The sharp lines of his abs flexed as he shifted, all hard rigid and heat. His tattoos moved with every breath, each line coming alive as if the art itself was breathing with him. My mouth went dry. Without thinking, I traced a
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