Falling for Mr Charming
Claire muttered, biting her bottom lip.
"Good girl." Ryan's salacious grin appeared as he parted her legs impatiently. He leaned over, seizing her thighs deftly. "Beautiful." He panted soundly, grinning diabolically at her.
Claire could feel the chill, anticipation overwhelming. "Ryan . . ." she whispered, and his tongue inside her was the immediate response. "Oh fuck!" she bawled, clutching the sheets hard, tipping her head back.
It was swift, deep, his tongue unrelenting. Holding her legs still, strongly, Ryan began kissing her . . . down there, fast, hungrily, and she cried immensely, with pleasure. He was devouring her femininity, and she was hardly holding her legs.
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