JANEVERA'S POV His grip tightened, almost painful, lifting and weighing my breasts in his palms like he was making me feel the truth of his ownership in my bones, making me feel his words as much as his hands. Before I could even gasp, he dropped his head and his tongue flicked out, hot and wet, dragging a slow, wet stripe across my other nipple in one long, filthy lick. The scalding heat made me jerk, pussy clenching hard around his buried cock, dragging a guttural groan from his chest. “That’s me owning you,” he growled against the slick, aching peak, teeth scraping the sensitive tip, breath burning my skin. Then his mouth lashed out and closed over my nipple. He sucked, hard and relentlessly, cheeks hollowing as he pulled the swollen, aching bud deep into the scalding furnace of his mouth. The draw was vicious, electric, pleasure detonated from my breast and shot straight to my clit like a lightning strike, making my pussy spasm wildly around his buried cock. At the exact same
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