Craving The Enemy
“Love you. So fucking much.”
I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“I love you,” I cried as he bottomed out. “I love you, Mason—I love you—don’t ever leave me—please—”
“Never,” he promised, pulling out slow, thrusting back in. “Never leaving you, baby. You’re my whole world.”
He started moving, deep and steady, hitting that spot every time.
I couldn’t stop talking.
“Love you—love you—so much—feels so good—you’re so big—love how you feel inside me—”
Bab Populer