Page 137 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
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I can’t stop the smirk that tugs at my mouth, "I admit my methods are a little unorthodox, Bird, but I believe they’ll prove to be effective."
"Tell me." She tips her chin down.
"With my ministrations I will distract you." I squeeze her hand, then release it. She keeps her fingers wrapped around my dick. Good.
I reach for the rest of the butter, scoop it up.
"With my mind I will ensnare you." She licks her lips.
"With my cock, I will—" I drag the butter down the valley between her arse cheeks.
She shudders.
"Sin."
"That too." I curl my finger into her back hole.
