SEXIEST MAN ALIVE
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Last published Sun, Mar 10, 2019
"your lips are like wine and I need to get drunk on them" Flynn said
Marge stared at him shocked at his words, her heart was beating so fast
And her mouth became dry with want.
He slammed his lips hard on hers and pushed her to the wall , fuck! he was delicious she wanted to eat him alive she devoured him sinking her tongue into his throat , he deepened the kiss in raw hunger and she kissed him back with equal passion
She ran her hands inside his shirt and moaned when he bit her lower lip hard while sinking his hand into the area of her arousal . She wanted him so bad it hurt , skin to skin , mouth to mouth .
She vowed not to fall in love again but here she was kissing the life out of the SEXIEST MAN ALIVE ...
#2 in possessiveness ( 17/9/2018)
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Her lips and chin wobbled as she backed down in the corner, with his each step towards her she took two steps back. "You smell delicious." He whispered in a low cold voice making a sob bubble in her throat. "N-no!" She stuttered as she shook her head in negative. Her wild red curls followed the movement of her head like waves. "Take off your clothes..." He rasped as his intense golden eyes peered at her like a hawk. "N-no! I w-won't let y-you touch m-me!" She stuttered as tears kissed her cheeks. He let out a dark throaty chuckle, mocking her. Sheer fear gripped her form at his words. "I will taste you!" He declared in his cold ruthless voice as those golden swirls of his eyes raked her form, leaving goosebumps on her body making her tremble back in tantalizing fear. Erotica (18+) SAMPLE!
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