Gatlin:
"I need you. I need you more than I need air in my lungs." Rowan whimpered against my chest.
Bain and Saint are asleep. I was, too, until her fever spiking woke me before it even disturbed her.
"I know, baby, I am right here. Just relax." I kissed her forehead while slipping another finger into her a.s.s. This tight little a.s.s is about to be mine, but I want her a writhing mess for me before I take it.
"Don't tease me, Gat." She growled.
"What a mighty little attitude for someone begging me to f.u.c.k them." I took her bottom lip into my mouth and pushed my fingers deeper inside her. She arched on my hand, pumping herself onto my fingers, and what a beautiful sight it is to see her perky t.i.t.s bounce while she does it.
"Hm. You like that, don't you?" I smiled when she
