“Gavin, god.” She throws her head back. Then her lips are brushing mine again. “I need you.” “I can’t fuck you now that I know who you are.” It’s wrong. I know it’s wrong. “Can I fuck you? Can I just—” I slam my lips to hers again before she can finish that question. There isn’t a world where I’m not filling her up when she’s begging for it. I slide my hands beneath her dress and pull her panties to the side. “Take my cock out and ride me, Peaches. Make yourself come. Use me.”
