Chapter 4
Sir
“You are everything I’ve ever wanted, Averie—only you. For way too long,” I declared, the words tumbling out raw and unfiltered.
With a swift motion, I stripped off my pants, revealing the canvas of my melanated skin and leaving me exposed and honest in a way that words could never achieve.
Averie’s gaze raked over me, her dark eyes wide and luminous in the room's dim light.
The tattoos on my skin seemed to come alive under her inspection, as if she were trying to memorize them all.
Each tracing glance sent an electric thrill through my body as I imagined she was touching me with her fingertips.
I felt naked in more ways than one, baring not just my rock-hard body but my soul to her piercing gaze.
“I will never, ever get enough of you,” I stated, the promise hanging between us, heavy with desire and the weight of unspoken confessions.
Her brown eyes reflected a mix of emotions: surprise, curiosity, and maybe even a touch of fear at the raw intensity I couldn’t seem to rein in.
But there was also something else that made my pulse quicken and my mouth go dry with anticipation.
Averie had always been the bold one who could spar with wits as sharply as any blade, but now the tables were turned, and it was my turn to lay it all out.
I wasn’t the gruff, guarded man I showed the world—not with her.
She peeled back the layers and siphoned out the truth from me without a single question.
And I felt the pressing urge to confess every hidden longing and silent prayer that had her name stitched into its seams. I felt like her open book.
“I’ve got a lot of shit to say, Averie,” I confessed. “Things I’ve kept locked up tight.” I stepped closer, closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating from her skin. “And I’m going to tell you every damn word.”
Averie’s lips parted as if she were about to speak, but no words came out.
Instead, her eyes remained stationed on mine, seeking and searching for the honesty that laced my every syllable.
It was a challenge to spill the secrets that danced on the tip of my tongue; a dare to continue.
I wasn’t soft, nor did I back down from a dare.
“Starting with how much I want you,” I murmured, the hunger in my tone mirrored by the tightening coil of need in the pit of my stomach. “Right here, right now, tomorrow, and every day after.”
I hovered above Averie, the warmth from her body reeling me closer.
I resisted the urge to claim her in a single, desperate motion.
The moment was about savoring, rediscovering every inch of her.
My lips found hers, tender at first, then plunging into a depth that spoke volumes of pent-up yearning.
Averie’s hands cradled my face, her fingertips tracing the beard along my jaw with a familiarity that sent a shiver down my spine.
I reluctantly tore my mouth away from hers, gazing into her wide brown eyes as I whispered, “I’ve imagined this a thousand times, but I need more. I want to taste every part of you.”
My lips descended upon her throat, exploring the expanse of her caramel skin with gentle kisses that grew increasingly passionate.
A soft moan escaped her as my tongue traced the delicate lines of her neck, seeking that one sweet spot that would unravel her.
When I found it, sucking lightly, she arched beneath me, a groan of raw need spilling from her lips.
She purred. “Mmm, shit.”
“Your nipples…” I breathed against her glowing skin, my tone thick with desire. “They’re perfect, Averie. They’re mine now, only mine.”
Her chest heaved against me. “Nobody else, Sir. Only you,” she promised, her voice laced with the weight of our unspoken pact. I was sure she wouldn’t break it.
The air between us popped with anticipation, the room charged with the electricity of our merger.
As I worshiped her body with an admiration reserved only for her, we both understood that it was just the beginning.
My fingers trailed lower, my touch deliberate as I navigated the contours of Averie’s body.
I could feel the heat radiating from her, the anticipation building like a pre-thunderstorm charge in the summer air.
My fingers paused at the top of her pubic bone, waiting to go lower.
“And what about this, Averie? Is this mine now too? Even if it is in secret?” My words were ragged with need, my eyes locked onto hers, demanding an answer.
Averie’s eyelids fluttered open, her gaze smoldering into mine. As my fingers slipped between her thighs, finally sinking into her tight, wet heat, her lips parted to release a breath steeped in surrender. “Yes, Sir. My pussy, all of me, is yours forever.”
The words hit me like a shot of cheap cognac—straight and potent.
I savored them, even as I started to move my fingers inside her, slow and purposeful.
My fingers curled, learning the velvet walls that clenched around them, memorizing how she liked to be touched and fucked.
Every shift of her hips, every soft whimper, and every gasp were notes in a symphony I was determined to master.
I watched as her body responded with an indicative clench of her thighs, her muscles tensing and releasing in a dance of pleasure.
She made little sounds, barely audible expressions of bliss, that I’d come to crave more than anything.
I skillfully moved my hands like a video game controller, knowing just when to press, when to retreat, and when to curl my fingers to send her spiraling toward ecstasy once again.
“God, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful like this,” I whispered. It was so quiet it sounded as though the words were uttered for her ears only. I locked in, focused entirely on her and our moment. “I’m going to beat that pussy up so fuckin’ good.”
I could tell by the way her breath hitched and the slight quiver in her legs that she was close to unraveling under my touch, just like I was under her spell.
My restraint snapped as Averie’s cry of need hit me like a tidal wave, a sound that clawed at my control.
I couldn’t wait any longer. My fingers retreated only to be replaced by my stiff, aching dick, pulsing with the need to be inside her, feeding her every bit of my ten-inch dick.
As I pushed the thick mushroom-shaped tip of my dick inside her.
Her warmth enveloped me like a welcoming hug, causing a guttural groan to escape from deep within my chest. Her body yielded to me, welcoming my size as she adjusted around my girth.
A gasp spilled from her lips, a sound that was sweet music to my ears.
“Mine, Averie. All mine from now on,” I declared, a breathless pledge as I looked down at her.
The intensity in her dark brown eyes burned back up at me, a silent affirmation that mirrored my claim. She nodded, her body moving in rhythm with mine as I began to thrust, each stroke a deeper possession than the last.
“You’re mine, too, Sir. I’ll take down any bitch that thinks she can touch you,” Averie moaned out, her tone sharp with an edge that told me she meant every word.
A thrill shot through me at her words. The fierce detective, my Averie, claiming me as boldly as I’d claimed her.
“Good,” I managed to say under my breath. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”
My movements became more demanding, grinding into her as she locked her ankles around my waist, our bodies finding a rhythm that had us both breathing heavily. Every muscle in my body tensed, ready to release, but I held back, desperate for us to reach the threshold together.
Her hands clutched at my muscles, nails digging into the inked skin as we moved in tandem.
The tightness building in my balls was almost unbearable, the need to bust inside her overwhelming, but I willed myself to wait.
I needed her to be with me and to share in the blinding pleasure that was just within reach for the both of us.
We both looked between her thighs, watching my dick snake in and out of her water park.
Averie’s sweet pussy hugged my dick so good she had me thinking about adding her to my will.
She reached out, putting her palms against my abs as if her resistance would stop me.
I leaned forward, whispering filthy fucking words into her ear.
“Move those fuckin’ hands, Averie,” I growled. “No running. Ain’t no stopping me tonight.”
I kissed her roughly while bending and twisting her caramel limbs like a pretzel.
Everything else faded away as our bodies moved together, lost in each other.
There were no titles, roles, or the outside world—just us.
Averie and I were stripped bare in every sense of the word.
This was what mattered: the raw connection that defied explanation and transcended all boundaries.
And in that moment, nothing else existed but the two of us and the inescapable pull toward a climax that promised to demolish us both.
Switching to the doggy-style position, my hand slipped from the curve of Averie’s hip, journeying south to find her plump clit.
I listened to her body for every little tell that revealed her deepest desires and secrets as my fingers found her clit.
The way she threw her head back, dark hair splayed over her spine while her pussy cracked a smile, told me I was exactly where she needed me to be.
I crossed my hands over the small of Averie’s lower back, fucking her mercilessly until her toes curled like ribbon.
She moaned. “Oooh, shit! That dick feels so good.”
“Cum for me, my queen,” I urged with need as I ground into her, finding a pace that had us both teetering on the edge. “This is your dick, Averie. I want you to cum all over it.”
Her response was an immediate, eager nod as if words had abandoned her in favor of raw sensation.
She was hungry for it, for me, craving another release to echo the last. The slick sound of our bodies thrusting against each other and the heat of our shared breaths was soon devoured by the first pulse of her orgasm.
I gripped the back of her neck as I thrust into her while rubbing her clit in slow circles to keep her pussy flooded.
Her pussy clamped around my dick like a juicy, silken vice, coaxing a guttural groan from my chest. “Fuck, Averie…” I gasped as pleasure spiraled through me, her tightness making it almost impossible to keep my own climax at bay any longer.
“Open your eyes,” I demanded, eager to see the flicker of passion and connection beyond the physical.
“Take me with you when you cum. Let’s get there together, queen. ”
“Fuck!” She squealed between labored breaths.
I thrust deeper, the angle and pressure calculated, my free hand gripping her thigh for leverage.
Her body responded to my every move, hips rising to meet mine, creating that perfect friction that drove me crazy.
The tension coiled tighter within my gut, a prelude to the inevitable explosion brewing deep inside.
“Fuck, yes, Averie…” my words dissolved into a growl as I felt the tightening, the climb toward the peak where we’d tumble into bliss together. It was coming, fast and fierce, an eruption powerful enough to brand the moment into my memory, imprinting it as ours alone.
Averie’s inner walls clenched around me in another wave, a silent command that pulled the trigger on my restraint.
I didn’t stand a chance against the force of her, against the tidal wave that crashed through my veins as I came, spilling my seed into her with a feeling that left no space for thought, only the rawness of sensation and the certainty that every drop of my cum was sealing an unspoken vow.
I knew I’d promised to titty fuck her supple breasts, but I couldn’t pry myself away from her pussy.
Averie had a hold on me inside and out. I was only hers—my Averie.
The world narrowed to the breathless aftermath, the aftershocks rippling through us as we lay with our brown limbs entwined.
Averie’s head rested over my thumping heart, her breathing gradually syncing with the steady beat beneath her ear, a rhythm that spoke of life and that indescribable something more.
“I want more, Averie.” The confession tumbled from my lips, unbidden but honest to the core.
“I want it all. Every night.” It was a confession wrapped in a hunger that had nothing to do with the flesh, even as our bodies remained interlocked, satisfied yet somehow still yearning.
She tilted her head to meet my sightline, and the indecision I saw there struck a chord of panic deep within my gut.
But then she smiled, and the warmth in her dark eyes chased away the chill of fear.
“Our secret. For now,” she murmured, her voice lined with promises and secrets yet to be revealed.
One look into her eyes, and I could tell she was defeated. That, and the way she was panting like a dog in heat. I’d knocked her pussy out like a heavyweight champ and had every intention of putting that pussy to sleep.
“For now, Averie,” I echoed, sealing the words with a kiss pressed to her misty forehead, a gentle marking.
The future could wait because what we just shared was ours to claim, second by fleeting second.
And I would bide my time until she realized that what sparked between us was not a passing flame but the kindling of an unbreakable bond.
I could wait because Averie Morris was worth every second of the ticking clock.