“I promise to treat you right,” Gavin breathed against her shoulder. “You deserve the best, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you get it.”
How had she gotten so lucky? Vicky felt her cheeks flush. The declaration was pretty, but all she really wanted was him.
A simple rock of his hips brought them together. The thick head that sat at her entrance pressed into her, and Vicky gasped again. Gavin’s rigid shaft parted her walls and claimed her, pushing deeper inside of her until he’d buried himself as deeply as he could. Desire throbbed in her c**t and tensed her passage, and Gavin took her increased tightness as an invitation to move. His hips began a slow, shallow rhythm, keeping him buried deep and striking the same spot with insistence.
“You feel so good,” she moan
