Chapter 15 PULLED OVER AND GETTING FUCKED 2.

He growled against my ear, breath hot and ragged. “Not yet.”

His hand left my cock. I whined—actual whine—hips jerking uselessly against the hood. He slowed his thrusts, grinding deep instead of pounding, letting me feel every thick inch stretching me open. The burn had turned into this perfect, ac...

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