The chemistry was almost too much. And at the same time, not enough. She simply couldn’t get enough of him, wondered if she ever would. 	When he pulled back and slid into her again, she moaned his name. “Sawyer.” 	Her clit was pulsing, begging to be touched again. Feeling bold, she reached between her legs and started stroking herself as he began thrusting. 	“Oh yeah, touch yourself, sweetheart. Come on my dick,” he rasped out, his voice a bare whisper…
Katie Reus, Deadly Fallout
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