The Widow's Harem
Losing myself in him and the burning desire that was starting to take over.
"I can't wait," he whispered against my ear, reaching for my skirts. "I need you. Now."
I didn't deny him this. Knowing touch and connection was very important to him.
"Hands on the counter," he ordered, gently pulling my hips back just enough so he could reach around and stroke the aching flesh at the apex of my thighs. A soft moan escaped my lips as he growled against my skin, "Damn, you're so f*cking perfect." He curled several fingers into me, stretching me. I arched back into him, the feeling blissful. "I always fantasized about how you would taste, how you would feel and smell," he moaned against my ear. "The r
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