“You gonna come already?” he rasped, eyes dark as sin when he looked up from between my legs. “That quick? Thought you hated me, baby.” “I do,” I whispered, breathless. He chuckled darkly. “Then moan my name again while I ruin your pretty little cunt.” He curled his fingers inside me—hard. I cried out. My thighs shook. “Say it,” he demanded, dragging his tongue flat up my slit, slow and filthy. “Say who’s making you fall apart.” “Levi,” I gasped, hips bucking into his mouth.
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