Page 38 of Tainted Rose

She slides her lips from my dick, a funny little smile on her face.

“I like seeing you like that.”

“Like what?” I take her by the waist, easing her body back down to the bed at my side, then roll so I can hold her hands above her head.

“Out of your mind. Lost. All mine. Was it good?”

“You have to ask? It was fucking stellar, Red.”

Her cheeks flush bright pink at my praise.

“Your turn.” I smirk at her, then catch her lips with a passion so devastating, I feel her in my soul.

Mine.

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