“Can you fix it?” I breathe, my lips ghosting over his as I speak. “The ache?” His other hand finds my hip and curls tight around it, holding me in place for his fingers to push against me. “Yeah,” he rasps. “I want you to fuck it away,” I tell him, pressing my forehead to his. “I want you to fuck me until I’m empty, until I’m drained all the way dry.”
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