Oh, holy shit. Images of Gavin crawling to me on his hands and knees flooded my mind, and my fucking god, I needed that. I spread my legs and let him come between them, and when he ran his hot hands up my thighs, scorching me through my sweatpants, when he turned his head up and hit me with those wild amber eyes, when a slow smile spread across his cheeks and his fingers crept higher until they were at the waistband of my pants, I whispered, “Fuck.” Gavin looked up at me and said, “I wanna see if I like my lips around your cock, Becky.” “Fuck,” I said again, my vocabulary reduced to the only
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