“I’m yours,” I choked out, grinding into the floor. “Yours, yours, yours, please, Beck, please,” I begged, hating the cool air slipping between us now. He still had his hand in my hair, and I could hear him breathing hard. I heard the pop of a cap, then felt his fingers, slick with lube, as he rubbed them down my crease and slipped two inside me. My breath hitched, and then my eyes rolled back, an inferno of ecstasy burning through me as he fucked his fingers in and out of my hole. He used his knees to spread my legs wider, moving my thighs up,
