Tangled In His Sheets
He whispers, blue eyes seeming to grow stormy.
"Kade," I moaned, squirming more in my seat, seeking for that friction as I felt myself grow wet.
God, what is this kind of torture?
" That's right, you'd moan just like that as I enter you," He whispered, hand around my neck giving it a soft squeeze.
"You'd squeeze me home, won't you?" He grunts, eyes swirling with hunger. "Because you know it belongs to only me,"
"Please, Kade," I pant, practically begging him with my eyes to stop this torture.
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