Nicole Harper
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Before I could say anything else, Tristan’s hands gripped my waist and lifted me effortlessly onto the kitchen counter.
My p***y throbbed with anticipation. I hadn’t been touched by the man for more than a week. I was starving for his touch, so much so that I got wet the moment I opened the door and saw him behind it.
Tristan’s eyes darkened as he stepped between my legs, one hand sliding up my thigh while the other cupped the back of my neck, pulling me into a deep kiss. His tongue slid against mine, possessive and demanding, while his fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts and panties, tugging them down in one smooth motion. The fabric caught briefly on my hips before he yanked them off completely, leaving me bare from the waist down on my own kitchen count
