“More than anything, I just want to be inside of you,” he chokes out, and then he runs a hand down his face. He’s not telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Before I can call him out on it, he corrects himself. “I want to hold you down on a mattress and rut into you until you scream, over and over again. I want you to come so many times that you’re falling apart, that you can’t think about anyone else but me. I want to find you in the middle of the school day, yank you into an empty classroom and screw you over a desk. I want—”
WIDOW😳😮💨🥵
