Page 98 of Finding Their Place

“I like the pain.” I sounded like a hand strangled my throat—like my fingers did the base of my dick.

“Mmm.” He lifted his focus—and an eyebrow—and worked in a third finger.

“Ah, fuck.”

He shoved in deeper, and I once more lost sight of him as my head tipped back, my brain beyond the ability to do anything but focus on my senses.

The scent of my bodywash and sex filled my nose. Gasps and heavy breaths flooded my ears. Darkness lay behind my closed eyelids, allowing me to better feel.

And fuck, did I ever.

Garrett’s physical touch, his hot palm on my thigh, fingertips digging into muscle. Those thick fingers of his reaching deep inside my ass. The emotions flooding through me—want. Contentment. Anticipation. Thick desire I could sense like a cord binding us together.

Need…

I forced my eyelids open to find him watching me. “Garrett,” I whispered his name as a plea, praying like fuck he knew what I meant because I couldn’t find the words to explain the yearning inside me.

His fingers slid from my ass, and he moved forward, our gazes locked as he planked over me, his hands planted by my shoulders. Our pants painted the air between us, the fire of lust combustible between our heaving chests.

The head of his dick smeared lube over my balls, and I grabbed hold of his length, sliding it over my taint until he caught on the rim of my hole.

He sucked his lower lip between his teeth and pressed, stretching my ring far beyond what his fingers had done.

I let out a hiss and bore down, needing him inside me so goddamn badly, I didn’t care how much pain awaited me.

He breached, and I clenched my jaw, my nostrils flaring to suck in oxygen.

Garrett lowered his weight onto me, holding my face in his hands. “Okay?” he asked, his voice as wrecked as my soul.

I released a slow exhale, sliding my hands up along the muscles tensed along his spine. “Yeah.” Wrapping my legs around his waist shifted his fat cockhead inside my body, and I let out a groan. “More—”

He pushed in before I finished the word, giving all my body was willing to accommodate, which wasn’t much. “You feel so fucking good,” he groaned the words, his forehead tipping down to mine.

And it would be even better once he filled me up, taking up residence inside my body, same as he’d done in my heart.

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Garrett

Wyatt whispered my name again like I was the god of his universe, his sole source of life-giving energy. And no amount of lingering guilt would allow me to deny him.

I didn’t want to walk away.

Couldn’t.

A slow drag from the clasp of his hot ass made us both groan, and I stroked back in, burying half my length in his body. Even with the latex between us, his silken heat burned me up from the inside out.

“More.”

The needy fucker topped from the bottom, but I didn’t give a shit. It had been too fucking long since I’d been offered the gift of an ass.

I backed out—and thrust.

Wyatt grunted and pulled me down, leaving no air between us. Our mouths connected in a consuming kiss, mutual desire for more shared between us without words.

I rocked in and out of him with harsh thrusts, digging my toes into his bed for better traction, trying to dive deeper. Jab into his heat farther. Fill him to the point neither of us would be able to differentiate between our souls.

Never had I felt a connection like I did with him. Ever. Beyond the body…something far more consuming that mere lust.

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