BRAYDON’S POV
"Tell me you love me." I manage to pull back just enough to whisper against her lips. Katy stares into me, her eyes wide and bright, a teasing smirk playing on her mouth.
"You’re so needy," she says, shifting as she straddles me. "I kind of like you needy, though."
"I don't care," I admit, the jealousy and the want hitting me in one messy wave. I don't care if I sound needy. I want to be the only guy in her head, the only man to hold her in this position, to know what she feels like when she cums. "Tell me I’m the only one. Say it."
Her expression softens, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I love you, Braydon Cooper," she whispers. "I always have."
"I love you more than you’ve even realized yet," I say, burying my face in the crook of her neck. I find that sensitive sp
