We Made It
“My legs wobble, and I’m left with the distinct impression this man wants to pound me next. With his cock.”
“He just fucked my name right in front of me.”
“Every sexual organ in me is awake and aching.”
“…he keeps making sexual foreplay to my ear…”
“He is unreadable once more, but when he raises his head this time, his eyes are torpedoes of heat.”
“I whimper, feeling the coiled tension in his shoulders, the smooth velvet of his chest as he devours me, and at the first scrape of my nubbin against the rock-hard quad muscle of his thigh, I explode.”
“His hands clench on my hip, and my womb clenches with it so much it’s painful and I almost whimper.”
“I’m completely eroticized by his huge fists guiding mine over his slick, long hardness.”
“His butt defies gravity, it is so perfectly tight, round and muscular. Every time I see it in any kind of clothes, I drool about a small ocean.”
“Seizing his hand, I squeeze it in between our bodies so he can feel all of what he smeared me with across my abdomen. “It means I’m going French this week and not showering so I can smell you on me.”
“This very moment I want to kiss my Under Armor sports bra almost as much as I want to kiss him.”
“When he slides his sweatpants off, I’m fainting with the sight of ten Remington’s butts...”
“He uses his arms to fuck me…”
“He smells of fish and pure mean asshole.”
“It’s hard to watch you fight, but to watch you suicide yourself is… I won't do it, Remington!"
















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