This time when his fingers enter me, they’re on a mission, and it takes no time at all to find their target. “Oh, holy fucking cheese on a cracker.” Talon laughs again. “Guess I found your prostate.” “Don’t stop finding it.” “Wouldn’t dream of it.” Talon pegs it again and again until his fingers aren’t enough and I crave more. “Talon,” I croak. “Yeah?” “I need you inside me.”
