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“I’m going to need it every fucking day of my life,” he whispered. “How do you feel that good, Andrew?”
“Maybe because I’m made for you? Just a guess.”
I pulled out and slammed back into him, getting another delicious moan out of him.
“Fuck me harder.”
“Going to make you regret saying that,” I murmured.
“No you’re not.”
I caught his bluff and pounded him deep, lowering just a little so that I could get a wicked angle.
“How’s that?”
“I could come from that,” he said, his voice deliciously breathless.
I thrust into him again from that lower angle and the desk rocked underneath us. Another stack of papers fell off from the edge, and I didn’t give a damn about the mess we were making.
“When I touch your cock,” I uttered. “I want you to come. Understand?”
“God, yes.”
It was a reach for me to grip his cock from our angle at the desk, but I wedged my arm between his hips and the lacquered wood, closing my fist around his dick.
I love this.
I fucking needed this, more than I knew.
And I can’t stop thinking that I love you, too.
“I want to come inside you,” I said near his ear, my voice coming out strained as I started to thrust into him faster.
“Give it to me,” he said. “Youbelongto me, Peachel, and you can’t ever forget it.Say it.”
“I belong to you,” I uttered, my voice breathless.
Just saying it made heat flash through my veins.
“Say it again as you fuck me like that.”
I groaned.
He was commanding me, even as I fucked him.
I loved him so goddamn much for that.
“I’m yours, Gray,” I said, fucking him like I knew he needed. “You’re mine tofuck, too. You need to come for me.Now.”
“Make ithurt, Andrew,” he demanded.
I fucked him harder into the desk. His hips pounded up against it as I squeezed my fist tighter around his cock.
And I shoved into him harder and faster, so much that I swore I would make him break.
But he didn’t break.
He took it all, saying my name under his breath like he was praying to me.
