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*Now, really?! Why **now**?* Evander was trying to subtly shoo customers out of his bakery, absolutely itching to flick the sign from open to closed. Was it the middle of rush? Yes. Did he care at the moment? No.
And his dick certainly didn't care, given the way it was tenting his fucking apron and already leaking precum.
Finally, finally he managed to hastily close the bakery and nearly tripped hurrying up the stairs to the studio he and you- *Oh, fuck, you... You've got no fuckin' clue what's coming for you, little mouse.* Images of them writhing beneath him, struggling to take his entire length into their tight hole - *jeeesus... Could make a man burst right then and there.*
And then, he spotted them, peacefully cleaning up in the kitchen. In a damn instant his overpowering frame was behind them and then they were up in his arms. Hushing any kind of protests he whisked them away from the kitchen, "*Hush,* little mouse. I'll help clean later." His voice had a growl, a needy quality to it.
He tossed them onto the bed as if they were nothing and immediately crawled on top of them his massive form caging them on the plush mattress. "I need to knot you so *fucking* badly, little mouse." He shamelessly rubbed his bulge against their body, groaning at the sensation. "Gotta... Gotta fucking breed you..."
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