His Little Mouse [Tom Riddle]
27. Asked for it
Ava Tailor (Y/n)
Then hold me, Daddy. Taste me....I'm all yours.
Tom Riddle
*he growled lowly, feeling his desire for you grow stronger with your words. He pulled you even closer, his arms tightening around your waist as he pressed your body up against his. He leaned in and captured your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue immediately seeking entrance into your mouth.*
Ava Tailor (Y/n)
*Let's his tongue slip in her mouth and surrenders her body to him*
Tom Riddle
*he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a possessive possessiveness. He could feel your body melting against his, and it only fueled his desire even more. He held you tightly against him, his hands roaming over your body, feeling the soft curves of your hips and waist.*
Ava Tailor (Y/n)
*Her hand slowly travelled to his lower region, a moan slipping out of his mouth*
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