The Runaway Breeder
The memories of last night flash through my head with each position my body bend to Tate’s will, and I moan, my body becoming sensitive again
"Someone having issues?" Tate's husky voice fills my ears as he slowly moves inside me, massaging my sore, sensitive walls. I moan again, arching my back to feel even more, gaining a chuckle at my wanton reaction from my mate.
“I’ll take this as a yes then, baby.” He whispers, his lips finding my mark and nipping at the sensitive skin. He picks up speed, the sounds of moaning and grunting filling the early morning air.
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