MR. BILLIONAIRE'S LITTLE SLAVE
I’ve always hated ice cream, but because she was the one asking, I decided to indulge her.
As I reached for it, a dark, primal urge took hold of me.
“There’s a right way to eat this, woman,” I said, my voice dropping to a predatory growl.
“What way?” she asked, her eyes wide.
I took a dollop of the cold cream, rubbed it against my palm, and smeared it slowly over her boobs
Then, I began to lick it off, the contrast of the freezing ice cream and her warm skin setting my blood on fire.
“That is the right way,” I whispered against her skin.
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