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This could be their last time. Even with her pliant beneath him, he was plagued with the fear that she’d disappear. He was a lost soul, and f**k if the devil didn’t know it and was working overtime to speed up his demise. Although he had eyes on her almost every minute of every day, her heart was as distant from him as when she was away in Vermont, but no way was he standing down.
Kingdom stripped her of her clothes in under a minute. Poised near her entrance, he yanked at his jeans. His c**k burst free from its confines, slapped again her p***y, and caused them both to moan. He needed this.
“Hands and knees. Cheek on the mattress, babe.”
Rolling onto her stomach, she said, “No calling me ‘babe.’ I have a name, so use it. We’re f*****g, but that’s all this is, Kingdom. I’m going to
