The Alpha's Commoner Bride
He is pressing his fingers to my sex, pressuring it harder than necessary, feeling my minor dampness.
I cough in shock, his fingers then sliding into my core, so deep that I curve back to avoid either hollering in pain and pleasure, both feelings extremely evident. Jaxson’s face is forced into my mind, his sharp cheeks and the gentle curve of his lips drawing me to relax only slightly, Xander coughing in shock when even I feel my sex puddle in more wet warmth.
“You still want him,” Xander gasps, yanking his hand out of my pelvis in such speed and roughness that I groan, feeling now the warmth in my sex mix with a little blood that assaults the smell of my arousal. “You commoner slut.”
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