“No,” I pant again. “Do I have to fuck this peach of an ass, Millie? Will that get you to admit that I’m enough for you? That I can keep you satisfied forever?” “Yes,” I breathe out, shocking myself with the response. Gavin’s guttural groan has me pressing my ass toward him again. I’ll do anything with him. “Fuck, Mills. I didn’t—” He slides a thumb between my cheeks.
