24
HALEY
“Oh f**k, f**k…fucking…Jesus Christ.” Garrett gasped and whimpered curses as I leaned forward to suck him down further.
He grabbed hold of my face. “Jesus,” he repeated and backed out, leaving a smear of pre-c*m over my tongue.
I probed at his slit for more, his eyes on mine. Unwavering. Not a hint of disgust that it was a woman sucking his d**k and moaning over his salty flavor. Hope tingled in my chest, and I clung to the feeling, wanting him—both of them—so badly that wetness stung my eyes.
Garrett pushed back in with a deep groan, blinking as though trying to keep my face in focus.
My love for him swelled inside my chest, expanding and reaching to my extremities. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him. Nothing I wouldn’t give him.
“You’re driving him insane,” Wyatt
