Insatiable Little Me

Insatiable Little Me

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When a small town girl crashes into a world of pain, hurt and suffering. Will she be able to keep up with those who seek her love? Three wolves in sheep's clothing, ready to devour her in an instance. Danger lurks around every corner, problem is she's happy about it. A world of rush, pleasure and lavish men, everything seemed to be great. One small problem, she is the object of affection of New York's unground boss's sons. Declan, the brute, will he learn to let her in? And, Kota, the charmer, will our heroine tame his needs? Her body guard, Lucas, fighting for her trust to lure her into his arms to spite the brothers. Will she succumb to the temptations?
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He strokes himself with his eyes closed, and there he is-laid out in front of him, thighs parted, skin slick with desire. He imagines his hand sliding up that throat, feeling the shiver rise under his palm before tightening just enough to draw a gasp. His mouth would follow-hungry-down that taut chest, licking, biting, until a rough moan spills out. He knows how that body would respond: the way the hips would lift, aching for more, when his tongue moves lower, so much lower, tasting that salty, trembling skin. And those eyes... those 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 eyes drowning in pleasure, staring back at him with that kind of yielding that would drag a growl from his chest. He sinks deeper into it-deeper into the vision-imagining his fingers there, buried to the knuckles, while the other writhes beneath him, lips swollen from begging too long.

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