Chapter 21
Avery slipped down my body; her knees hitting the plush white rug. How was it possible for me to deny a girl who wanted to please me? A girl I grew feelings for overnight and couldn’t stop from flourishing even if I tried.
She’d truly made words feel impossible for me to lace together.
They were all held captive, swirling around in my head.
The anger I felt because of her ex—her situation.
The sadness shooting through my veins for a girl who never deserved the hand she was dealt.
And the pure lust firing straight down to my cock the moment her demeanor changed.
I wasn’t paying her in this moment. I never wanted to do that again, even if it was for a date. The only money she would see from me would be for her own good. To help her.
I’d stolen her from a client that needed her as a fake date when I was the one who truly wanted her in every way imaginable—nothing fake about it. Not as a transaction. Not as blackmail. Not in the way everyone else who had walked into her life wanted her for. I wanted her as mine—to cherish.
“I’ve been thinking about this, about seeing you underneath your clothes.” Her hands ran up my thighs, her thumbs brushing against my aching cock, making the hair on my arms stand straight.
“What goes through your mind when you think about me, Bella?”
“I think about how big I know you are because I’ve felt you grind against me and I’ve gripped you in the palm of my hand through your pants.
I think about all the ways I could make you feel good while you sit back and take it all in.
” Her dainty hands crept up my chest, fiddling with the top button on my shirt.
I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about her on her knees for me with the sinful red lips she wore every time she dressed up. The same lip color she had on now.
Taking this next step, letting go with each other, it felt like it could be just us. Like she was agreeing to let me take care of her problems, and in return, she was taking care of me. We were entering new territory that was just her and I with no worries of other men in the picture.
“Does my size worry you at all?”
She popped two more buttons, exposing the dusting of hair between my pecs.
“It excites me.” Her tongue reached out, licking her lips, as she effortlessly unfastened the rest of the buttons on my shirt.
My stomach tightened at the feel of her nails scraping down my chest, over every indent of my core, all the way down to the leather of my belt.
Her fingers toyed with my belt buckle, ripping it from the loops in my pants—fast and desperate. The warmth of her lips pressed just below my navel drove me fucking insane with how close she was to my cock.
When she unbuttoned my slacks, my hips lifted in response.
She got to work tearing them down my legs, leaving me half naked in my boxer briefs and dress shirt.
Her lips grazed along my stomach once again.
This time, her tongue traveled all the way up my abs, to my neck, and stopped just below my ear lobe.
“I’m going to need to take this off too,” she whispered, slipping my shirt back, and running her fingernails all the way down my arms.
“Come here.” I grabbed the base of her neck, needing her lips on mine.
A gasp fell from her lips before we collided, our tongues dancing across each other’s, the moment between us growing hot and heavy fast. Avery wrapped her fingers through my hair, dipping her tongue into my mouth after each and every bruising kiss I pressed against her lips.
Each little moan that escaped her mouth caused my cock to jolt, anticipating the way it would feel sliding up and down my length.
She ripped her mouth away from mine.
“Spencer you’re so … God, you’re so sexy.” Her breaths were heavy as her eyes wandered over my bare stomach, the art covering my arm, and the small patch of hair that led to my hard cock barely hidden beneath my briefs.
“Get back on your knees for me, baby. I can’t take another moment of not knowing what those red lips look like wrapped around me.” I gripped my length over my boxers, squeezing hard to inflict a small amount of pain. I refused to come the second her lips touched me.
Lowering back to her knees, her tongue peeked out with her eyes glued to my hand.
“Mind moving that out of the way?” She smirked, and my hand released, obeying her command.
“You’re so damn big.” She lowered her mouth to my cock, peppering kisses along my covered length. “So, hard...” Her tongue shot out, licking me from base to tip through the fabric. “Mm, I can’t wait to taste you, Daddy.”
I could feel her warm breath tickle my balls through my briefs, and it was going to take a fucking miracle not to come just watching her tease me.
“Slide my boxers down and wrap those pretty red lips around me,” I gritted through a clenched jaw.
Her fingers eagerly hooked around my waistband, her seductive gaze dropping from mine the moment my cock freed. With my length at full mast, aching for release, her mouth popped open, ready to take me in.
“Fill your mouth with me, baby.” I nodded my head down toward my erection.
With my cock stretched up my stomach, she pushed my legs open to get closer. Her piercing blue eyes glanced up at me while I watched her tongue drop from her mouth and swipe against my balls.
So fucking sensitive.
“Fuck, yes,” I hissed.
With her mouth warming my balls, her hand gripped my girth. The feel of her fingers wrapped around my skin had me begging for more.
Out of instinct, my hips thrusted into her hand, creating more friction. I swear with her tongue swirling around my balls, and the firm grip she had just under my head, I could come this way and be one happy mother fucker.
“You haven’t even let me fuck your throat yet and I’m already going crazy for you,” I panted.
“Are you saying I could make you come just by teasing your balls?” She smirked up at me before adding her free hand and driving me more insane.
“Fuck, if anyone can, it’s you.”
Her fingers grazed the sensitive skin just below my sack, and a wild moan escaped my throat. She was driving me mad with all her coy and playful touches.
She was trying to break me, and it was working.
Snapping, I filled my fist with her hair. “You’ve proven your point. You have the best goddamn mouth that’s ever been on my cock, and it hasn’t even fully taken me. Open up,” I ordered.
With her hair wrapped around my fist, I stood up, so my dick was in front of her wide-open mouth.
“Take me.” Instead of choking her right off the bat, I allowed her control of how she wanted to suck me.
Taking me by surprise, her cheeks hollowed, and she spit on my cock.
She gripped me hard and I accepted the pain.
Her hand moved up and down over my length before she took me in her mouth.
Just when I thought she was going to clamp her lips around me, she continued to make my cock disappear down her throat.
“Fuck. Me. Bella.” My head tipped back briefly, and when I gazed back down, her red lips were at the base of me, completely soaking me.
No gag reflex.
She held me down her throat for what seemed like minutes.
“Jesus Christ.” My hips bucked with my grip on her hair becoming tighter.
Pulling her off me, I watched as she gasped for air with a string of saliva being the only thing that connected us.
When she returned for more, I got lost in the way her head bobbed up and down my cock, stroking the fucking life out of me.
The way her eyes sparkled up at me, glossed over from my cock hitting the back of her throat, flipped a switch inside of me. I wanted more. I wanted her to see what it was truly like to be with me. With the way she sucked me, I had a feeling she could handle whatever I wanted to give her.
Gently tugging her hair, I pulled her mouth away from me, staring down at my dick soaked in her spit, and tinted with my new favorite color.
“Fuck. I love the way your lipstick looks smeared across my cock.” I took my thumb, rubbing it along her bottom lip, messing up any remaining trace of the color.
“Lie down on the couch.”
No questions asked, she got up from her knees, following my orders.
“Now hang your head over the edge for me, baby.”
She adjusted her position with her legs spread over the top, and her head bobbing off the cushion upside down.
As she moved into the new position with every intention to take me down her throat, her long dark locks hung over the plush seat, dangling elegantly to the floor.
And her neck … it was perfectly stretched back, waiting for me to fill her up.
“Like this, Daddy?”
Fuck. That one little word.
Avery looked up at me innocently, but her body told another story. She was a dirty little thing—eager and willing to choke on me.
“Just like that.”
Fisting my cock, I rubbed my head along her lips, encouraging her to open up. When her tongue peeked through, and her mouth opened wide, I slid myself all the way in, determined to take advantage of the fact that she didn’t gag before.
She hooked her arms around the back of my legs, pulling me closer to her.
“Slap the back of my legs if you need to come up for air, Bella,” I ordered as she squeezed my legs in response.
Holding onto her calves, I thrusted my hips forward, shooting my tip to the back of her throat. The strokes weren’t slow, and there was no easing myself in.
“Fuuuck,” I grunted, watching my cock disappear.
Her fingers trailed up my legs, grabbing ahold of my ass.
Growing more erratic, I plunged my cock harder, holding it in her throat long enough that her breathing started to change.
With no slap on my legs, I trusted that she could handle it.
“Close,” I gritted out. The hair on the back of my neck started to rise, and my body began breaking out in a sheen of sweat. I could feel the urge to come traveling through me, especially having her in this position.
Bringing my hips back, I opened up Avery’s airway enough that she could take a breath before swallowing me again when I went back in for more.
When her hands traveled along my ass, and lightly down my crack, where no other woman had been brave enough to touch me before, it only brought my orgasm closer.
“Dirty fucking girl,” I groaned, choking her with my cock one last time. Her kinky, featherlight touch did me over. My hot white cum shot down her throat, this orgasm feeling completely different from any other I’d experienced before.
“Fuck. Yes, Avery. Taste all of me.” My legs shook with each drop that spilled out.
Feeling weak, I slipped my cock from her mouth, watching her lick her lips as she savored the taste of me.
Before I sat down, I took in the vision of Avery out of breath and flipped upside down on the couch.
I made a mental note to have her naked next time.
She was a fucking ten in my T-shirt, but the thought of her tits bouncing back and forth as I fucked her throat would be a sight to see, and one hell of a dream.
“That might be the hottest thing I have ever experienced.” Avery pulled herself up and straddled my lap.
“You’re telling me,” I panted, still out of breath.
“That has to be a lie. A man with as much experience as you...” Her eyebrow perked up in disbelief.
It was obvious that she had no idea the way she made me feel. Or how much of a match made in fucking heaven she was for me.
“Avery, even with your clothes on, I can say that was the best goddamn head I’ve ever had in all of my forty years. Your mouth was made for my cock.”
She tugged on her lip, looking bashful at my compliment.
“Come on, let me make you some hot tea for your throat.” I winked.
Standing up, she hugged her hands around my neck and clung to my naked torso. I pulled her up into my arms so her legs were wrapped around my back.
As I walked into the kitchen with Avery attached to me, naked, comfortable, my clothes thrown around, knowing she would be in my bed tonight …
I knew this was a feeling that I needed to fight to keep.
I needed her to fully belong to me. Not her ex.
Not the internet. Not some scum of the earth strangers that she met at the bar that her ex wanted her to fuck around with.
She was mine.