He slipped his tongue between her lips and thrust it wantonly inside her mouth over and over, echoing the enticing move of his hips against hers. She clutched him closer, reveling in the feel of him, and the fact that she’d made him moan for her, whisper her name over and over, beg her without words for more. To kiss him more. To touch him more.

He slipped his tongue between her lips and thrust it wantonly inside her mouth over and over, echoing the enticing move of his hips against hers. She clutched him closer, reveling in the feel of him, and the fact that she’d made him moan for her, whisper her name over and over, beg her without words for more. To kiss him more. To touch him more.

– Karen Hawkins –

The Princess Wore Plaid

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