The Chosen One
READING AGE 18+
"Tell them you are soaking wet," he said with amusement, licking her skin to ease the sting of his bruises.
"I'm soaking wet... won't be long," Francine cringed at the double entendre of that statement, even though it was true.
"You're almost there. Do you want me to stop or?" His dumb grin melted her, and he skipped over the second option. Instead, he pushed his fingers in deeper than she ever thought possible, lifting her onto her tiptoes with the movement.
"Please," Francine whispered, whimpering like a weak, hopeless mess, completely powerless against him.
"Tell me you're mine," he gritted out, fingering her with an unbridled determination she'd never seen before.
"Please," Francine was at the point of no return as her body was building up to a huge crescendo that would break her if she didn't hit it. She needed him to force her to hit that high. She needed him to make her climax like she'd never needed anything before.
"Tell me," he demanded.
"I'm yours," Francine blurted out just as he twisted her c**t hard and swallowed the primal scream that escaped her mouth with his, kissing her like he wanted to consume her completely.
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"We have a comfortable bed waiting for us at home, but before we go, I'm certain our little ones would be delighted to see you," Francine smiled, watching as Jacob and Dave's expressions filled with pure joy at the mention of the twins.
"How are they doing, my love?" Jacob asked anxiously, his concern evident.
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