I rub myself clumsily, slipping through my folds. I’ve done this enough times in my life, it should be easy. But it’s like there’s a balloon swelling inside me, and it won’t pop. My hips buck impatiently, and I circle, I rock, I grind, and . . . I nearly burst into tears.“Slowly,” Zane orders roughly. “Can you go slower?”I can. God, I can. And it’s already so much better. His scent is suddenly pleased with me, and I revel in it. Let my head fall back against his shoulder.“Do you need something inside you? To come?”I shake my head. Not usually. Right now, though, I want it.“Okay.” He inhales deep, like I smell as good to him as he does to me. “You’re doing so good, killer.”“Yeah?” I whimper.“Yeah, baby.” His laughter is soft. Wound up. “I’m trying to come up with a list of things I wouldn’t do just to be allowed to eat your cunt right now, and I can’t think of a single item.”“Why don’t you, then?” I whine.“’Cause you’ve never asked me to before. And no, now doesn’t count. Ope
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