Trailing a blaze of fire along the skin covering my trachea, wet tongue marinating the newly exposed skin. "Now tell me, babygirl," heady pants layer the conquered skin, calloused fingertips gripping the flaming flesh of my lower cheeks. "Will you be a good doll..." Creating a pregnant pause as scorched palms travel the length of my bare, perspired back. Ring-clad fingers finding their home in the warmth of my tangled hair, using his dominant strength to tug the tendrils, forcing a gasp to escape my parted lips as my head snaps back. Mesmerizing, swollen from-intense-kisses mouth reach the dip below my earlobe, nibbling the soft cartilage. "And come with me?"
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