Or how I’m gonna shoot her into orbit five or six times as a warm up before I fuck her so good that she can’t walk the next day.
But I will tell you this…
When she’s around me, she can’t control herself.
Put her on a chair next to me, and I can smell her because she’s puddling up.
It drives me fucking wild.
No, I want something more. Something that she can’t sell. Something that she has to give.
I want her heart.
All of her. Everything. Every damn word, deed, and thought.
Alexis Angel, writes erotic contemporary romance under a variety of names – she’s forgotten them all at this point.
They both write under Naughty Angel publishing and wanted to create a pen name to provide exclusive content with much more mature themes than the happy go lucky hot stuff found under the other pen names!
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