Page 132 of A Major Puck Up

Power rips through his eyes. “Please what?”

“Make me come. Please fuck me. Anything, please.”

“Tell me you’re mine. Tell me this is it. It’s you and me forever.”

Delirious with lust but anchored by love, I give him the truth. “Forever, Gavin. Tell me you’re mine forever, because I am yours.”

“Mine,” he growls against me. Then his tongue is on my clit, swirling and massaging. My climax grows closer, and when he adds a third finger and sucks me into his mouth, I explode, tremors racking my body as the orgasm rolls through me.

Even as he removes his fingers, he continues to rub soft circles against my clit, prolonging my orgasm as he lines himself up. And then, in one swift move, he presses inside me, spearing me to this moment.

“Fucking finally,” he groans as I contract around him. It’s nearly impossible to breathe. He’s stolen all the air from the room.

Angling over me, he holds us both in place for a moment. “You are the perfect woman. This is the perfect pussy. If you ever keep it from me again, I will die.”

I smile at his dramatics, even as a wave of desire washes over me, and push his hair out of his face. “Deal. Now fuck me properly, Coach.”

The grin he gives me is the easy one he used to wear all the time. Like the man has finally come back into himself.

I can’t help but feel a swell of pride at the knowledge that I helped him get here. I helped bring him back.

He presses his lips to mine, and for a moment, we kiss, breathing in the same air, sharing the same space. It doesn’t take long before I’m rubbing against him, needing the friction. Needing more.

Gavin bites my bottom lip and chuckles. “My girl need it rough?”

I nod and tug at his hair. “Yes, please.”

He grabs me by the hips, pulls me to the edge of the piano, and positions one of my ankles over his shoulder. Holding me by one ankle and one hip, he slides out and then slams back into me.

Sparks of pleasure collide, pulling a moan from me. He does it again, then again. Soon, his pace is relentless as he fucks me hard, thrusting in and out in powerful strokes meant to bring me right to the edge again.

“You feel so fucking good, Peaches. Squeeze me, baby. Soak my cock and show me you’re all mine.”

Those words fling me over the cliff. I cry out and spasm around him, pulling a guttural groan from deep in his chest. I milk him until he comes, filling me and proving, once again, that I’m all his. And I always will be.

FORTY-SEVEN

MILLIE

Gavin lifts me up and carries me to his bedroom. Rather than dropping me on the bed, he heads straight to the shower.

Still clinging to me, he angles to one side to turn the water on, struggling a bit to reach the knob with me still in his arms.

I rake a hand through his hair. “You can put me down, you know,” I tease.

He presses a kiss to my forehead and continues his task. Once the water is running, he looks at me, his eyes hungry still. “Didn’t want you to think I was done with you like you did the first time we had sex.”

God, that night—when I sat in his bedroom at the penthouse, listening to the water run, believing he was done with me—was a lifetime ago.

“I’ll never be done with you,” he murmurs, as if reading my thoughts.

Warmth spreads through me. “I know.”

Gavin holds me tighter with one arm and tests the water, then steps inside the oversized stall. Only then does he set me on my feet. Almost immediately, I feel the evidence of us between my legs and go to wipe it away.

With a hiss, he grabs my wrist. “Let me.”

He snakes a hand between my thighs and lowers his hooded eyes. “My cum stays in you,” he says as he pushes two fingers inside me.

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