This is what you want?” he panted, pressing into her just half an inch. She squeezed her eyes shut. God help her, but the answer was yes.

Just a few weeks after the death of her lover, she wanted nothing more than to be taken, hard and fast, by his best friend. Despite the fact that it made her nothing better than a lightskirt trolling the streets. Despite the fact that John had offered her no future, nor had he offered a future to any woman in as long as she’d known him. But those troubling facts mattered little.

She wanted him inside of her. She wanted him to make her come over and over again. She wanted to feel their bodies merge just as she had always imagined they would. “Fuck me,” she said, opening her eyes to meet his gaze. “Now.

Autor: Jess Michaels

This is what you want?” he panted, pressing into her just half an inch. She squeezed her eyes shut. God help her, but the answer was yes. <br /><br />Just a few weeks after the death of her lover, she wanted nothing more than to be taken, hard and fast, by his best friend. Despite the fact that it made her nothing better than a lightskirt trolling the streets. Despite the fact that John had offered her no future, nor had he offered a future to any woman in as long as she’d known him. But those troubling facts mattered little. <br /><br />She wanted him inside of her. She wanted him to make her come over and over again. She wanted to feel their bodies merge just as she had always imagined they would. “Fuck me,” she said, opening her eyes to meet his gaze. “Now. - Jess Michaels




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