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Chapter 121: Rear-Ended II

Author: Ellen Edgar
last update publish date: 2026-06-30 03:05:56

He kissed me then, and it wasn't gentle. It was aggressive, possessive, a complete claiming of my mouth. His hand gripped the back of my neck, controlling the angle, controlling the depth.

I wanted to pull away. I wanted to maintain my independence, my authority, my control.

Instead, I found myself kissing him back with equal aggression, matching his intensity, refusing to be dominated even as his mouth consumed mine.

When he pulled back, we were both breathing hard.

"You're not going to make t
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