Chapter 30 Stop Teasing

CLARISSE

His hands shoved my thighs apart. Wider. The cuffs on my ankles kept me spread for him. His hot breath fanned across my swollen folds and I shuddered.

"You smell so fucking good." He pressed his nose against my trimmed hair and inhaled. "Like sex and need and desperation."

"Please. Ple...

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