Domineering Billionaire Husband: Please Love Me Gently
Occasionally, the rhythm slowed, and as she massaged her clitoris with her thumb, her body shook as she brought herself to climax.
As Lyla frigged herself, Eric imagined she was Crystal. If Crystal were here now, he would give her all of his love without reservation. The thought made his mouth go dry. He had had sex with women, but he had never engaged in foreplay, actively kissed a woman, or considered her needs. Now, though, when he thought about this woman as Crystal, he wanted to kiss her from head to toe.
But Lyla wasn’t Crystal, and she was a poor substitute for her. Eric stood up suddenly and pointed to the door, “You can leave now,” he said. “This isn’t doing it for me.”
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