“Fuck,” he grits out, one hand slinking up to rub my clit, the other still wrapped around my thigh. “I want you to come. I want you to come so fucking hard.” “Brant…God…” I cry, my body angled so he’s hitting me just right. So deliciously deep. “You’re so wet. You’re soaking me.” My hands clutch at the bedsheets, fisting them in my palms. “Ohhh…”
