Freya
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“My question, Freya?” Jonathan pressed.
Why did I have to answer the damn question?
“Before I got here,” I finally said.
I could feel his lips stretch against my t**s. “So you were already imagining me f*****g your ass?”
My stomach clenched with an intense heat. Something about his words, his tone, made my c**t throb beneath his touch.
My climax neared and then he pulled his away.
“Why did you stop?” I asked, my eyes slicing to him.
Jonathan let out a soft chuckle. “I don’t want you to come with my fingers.”
My eyes followed him as he swaggered towards the bed. He curled his fingers to the hem of his shirt and he pulled it over his head.
Boy was he ripped. The broad expanse of his chest, his chiseled abs.
But two things caught my eyes and for a moment, I didn’t kn
