Never Let Me Go (Inevitably You, #2)

by Lyla Dane

“Fuck, you are so fucking responsive it drives me insane.”

“Fuck,” I moaned as he gripped my hips to hold me still. “Yeah, fuck,” he panted, voice strained. “It’s not a fucking race.” I moved my hips, feeling him press against my walls, feeling the fullness of him so fucking deep inside of me, then moaned and took his lips in a desperate kiss. “Fuck me, Beck. Own me. Show me who I belong to.”

“Fuck, baby. Fucking come with me. Come with me, Gavin,”

“I love you,”

“That no one has ever loved me like you do. That you deserve to have someone love you back the same way, someone who can hold your hand in public. Who can kiss you in a crowd. Who will stand by your side no matter how many people are there to see. You deserve that, and I’m done hiding. I’m done. With all of it.”

“You like it when I fuck your mouth, princess?” He licked his lips as his eyes bored into mine. “I like everything you do. Because it’s you.”

“So you’d like it if I told you that I want you to fuck me?” I moved my mouth to his ear and murmured, “You’d like it if I asked you to put that big, beautiful dick in my ass? That I’ve been thinking about riding your cock for days now? Would you like that, princess?” “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, don’t do this to me right now, fuck Beck,”

“Would you?” he asked, a smile ghosting his lips. “Would I what?” I rasped, squeezing my dick as I tried to look at every inch of him all at once. “Do anything for me?” Beck took himself in hand and stroked up to the head, slowly curving his palm over the tip, then stroking back down. My mouth had dried up and there was a ringing in my ears as I tried to move my own hand to mirror what he was doing, but the material of my pants wasn’t letting me. “Yes,” I whispered, raising my eyes back to his. “I would.”

“How do you want me, princess?” I thrust myself against him and cradled the back of his head, staring into his eyes. The love in his gaze stole my breath, and I whispered, “Just like this. ’Til we’re old and gray and can’t wrestle anymore because we’ll both break our hips or have heart attacks.” The laugh that barreled out of him was loud and bright, and he buried his face in the crook of my neck. He kissed me there, smiling against my skin, and said, “You’ve got that. I meant what position do you want to lose your virginity in?”

“I really want to fuck your thighs. While I finger you.”