"You wouldn't like it, baby. Because it's always going to be my way." He dips his head, and his lips touch my ear. "I say spread, and you spread. I say ride, and you ride." His whisper sends tingles through me. "I say come, and you come. And it's not over until I say it's over. Even if you beg me to stop."
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