Chapter 32

“No.” Crista shook her head wildly. “Not yet. Let me—”

“You’re not coming yet, Crista.” His voice was forceful. Dominant. As dominant as the hands that restrained her hips and kept her from riding him as she needed to.

“I need to come again, Dawg.” She would be embarrassed over the whimper in her vo...

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