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She asked, raising her brow. He quickly grabbed her nape, then pulled her closer than she already was and pressed his lips on hers, catching her by surprise. "I want to hear more of that from you." He said when he finally pulled away. "You know? The sweet pet names." "My baby. My love. My—" He cut her off by seeking her lips again. "Don’t tempt me, Kitty." He said when he pulled away. "What if I do?" She teased. He drew in a sharp breath in an attempt to cool off the rising heat in his groin. "I might just have to give up the meeting and take you right here and right now."

She was far too sexy, far too sexual, for that. When she lifted her dessert spoon to her lips and licked the last remnant of chocolate from the silver surface, her pink tongue so tempting, so provocative that he could have almost found his release just watching her work the spoon in that slow, sensual way, Maxim nearly groaned out loud. It was way too easy to imagine that tongue on his bare skin. “What’s your take on love, Maxim?” Michaela asked, lowering the spoon and setting it on the table, curious to find out his reply.

Dammit, I felt like coming already just hearing those words, but not yet, not until I saw her limp and sated. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her earlobe as I whispered in a raspy voice, "You're beautiful. You pleased me. The way you take me, all hungry and desperate, it's driving me insane. I want to make you scream my name until you can't remember anything else."

she cried, waving the company’s phone as if it were a winning lottery ticket. I looked up, flour dusting my hands. “Crystal, please tell me this isn’t another TikTok trend.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s not a TikTok video. Look!” She shoved the phone in front of me. My breath caught as my eyes landed on the bold header: Invitation: Culinary Partnership Presentation – Marshall Foods International. My heart skipped. Once. Twice. I blinked at the words, convinced it had to be some elaborate prank. I let out a nervous laugh. “This isn’t real.”

“Maybe I’m just that boring.” His jaw tics. He leans closer, enough that I catch the faint burn of cologne and smoke clinging to his jacket. “Boring isn’t the word I’d use.” I meet his gaze, forcing a smirk. “Then what word would you use?” He doesn’t hesitate. “Liar.” The word slices straight through me. I grip the apple tighter, skin splitting under my fingers. “That’s a pretty strong accusation.” “Not an accusation.” His voice is steady, deadly calm. “A fact.”

“They are simply perfect for me to play with. I think these and your pussy will become my favorite playthings, my dear.” “You do?” she asked. “Oh, yes.” He said as he licked his lips as he watched her awakening to her more sensual side. He knew he was the reason, and that made him even more happy to have this innocent little creature in front of him. The things he wanted to do to her were running through his mind. “Like how?” she asked softly.

I squart and pick it up. "Funny how your sassy mouth tasted just the way I imagined. You taste so good, like strawberries deeped in honey." ❤️ from your genuine secret admirer -OEL

Sweet? Yes, definitely sweet. 'I just got done studying for the night. I really miss you too and I badly want to see you but I am so busy reading that I don't know what time I can be free.' I texted back. Almost instantly, he had viewed the message. 'Send me your schedule for tomorrow, I will pick you up once you are done with your papers tomorrow.' 'Simply pick me up or...?.' I sent the suggestive message and giggled. 'Nah, my pretty Cupcake doesn't need distractions until she's done with her exams. But one or two orgasms to relax wouldn't be too bad'

Goodness, her blood is the ssweetest. He could still remember the taste of it while it glided to his tongue. It was intoxicating and leaving a sensation down to his throath. He doesn't want to admit it but her blood is the sweetest blood he have ever tasted. And he's not exaggerating. It was addicting and he wanted a taste again... and again. But what caught his attention the most is the woman's face...

"Tell me, which one was the sweetest?" I chuckled, rubbing my finger on my jaw at her question. "They are all sweet in their own way" She thought about my sentence, her eyes narrowed at me "Tell me," she moved her pretty face close to me "What are the things that makes a girl sweet to you?" She whispered, her eyes having a naughty twinkle. I chuckled again. What a question. "What makes a girl sweet to me" I hummed "Her stamina, her style, her voice, her words"