" You’re never leaving me. Say it. You’re never fucking leaving me,” Preppy ground out.
I wanted to say the words back, but I was literally being fucked senseless. I began to see stars. Brief flashes of white light as he fucked the words into my heart the same way he was fucking my pussy.
Passionate. Relentless. Rough. Frenzied.
We were all of that and more.
So much more. "
― T.M. Frazier , Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part Three (King, #7)