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I, on the other hand? My pants fill the space, and holding in the small noises that rip out of me is beyond my reach. “You’re soaking wet for someone who swore to never want to be fucked by me.” His gruff voice fills my ears and penetrates my skin. “Physical reaction.” I try to sound normal, but my voice is hoarse and ends in a moan as the rhythm intensifies. “Physical reaction?” A tinge of fury rolls off him and seeps beneath my skin. There’s a long and deep retreat before he rams me into the door. I think I’ll come then and there. But I don’t, so I provoke him. “Yeah, anyone could do it.” “Anyone, huh?” I think I see a muscle jump in his jaw, but it immediately disappears when he glides his cock so fiercely, a swell builds, overtaking me. My eyes close, mostly because his are so intrusive that I feel like I’m going to burst under their scrutiny. “Do you ride just anyone, wildflower?” My thighs clench and I realize I’ve been shamelessly rubbing myself against his leg, faster and harde