Page 93 of On His Six

“Need…you…” she gasps and grabs my arms. “I want to see you, Ry. Please.”

One of those late night conversations I didn’t want to have, but don’t regret for a second? She’s on birth control, and I’m clean. So when I slide home, there’s nothing between us.

“God, Wren. You feel…so good.” I suck my drenched fingers into my mouth, then lean down to kiss her. She moans again, and I thrust deep. Clutching my ass, she urges me on, and I raise my head just enough to look into her eyes.

“Come with me, baby.”

Make me whole.

And she does.

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