Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
AVERY
I’d like to take this moment to thank past me for my insistence on having a condom with me at all times, because you just never knew when you were going to get dicked down. And I was about to get the dicking down of my life.
I’d never moved so fast, scrambling off the bed and making a beeline for my purse. Honestly, it was a wonder my legs worked at all with as many times as he’d made me come. Sweet Lord in heaven, the things this man could do…
Before him, I’d never much cared for fingering. After all, I had ten of my own. What the hell did I need his for? But this man took my unvoiced challenge and had me flipping my opinion faster than he coaxed that first O from me. First of four…so far.
This night was probably a mistake.
Sure, when I was ninety years old in a nursing home, I’d be able to brag about the night when this man gave me multiple out-of-body orgasmic experiences, and I’d make all the other old biddies jealous.
But at what cost? At the ripe old age of twenty-six, I was about to have my first top-shelf dick but only for a single night.
Then I’d have to live the rest of my life knowing exactly what I was missing and exactly what the fuckboys on the dating apps couldn’t dream of living up to.
But beggars can’t be choosers, and there was no way I was passing up on riding this man like a pony.
Not when he was handing out orgasms like candy, and sure as hell not when he was packing that below the belt.
He could get me off and get me off well, and he had the kind of dick I spent all my spare time—and, okay, even some while I should’ve been working—reading about? It was an enthusiastic yes from me.
After grabbing the condom from my purse, I spun around to face him, holding it up between two fingers like a trophy.
The barest hint of a smile tugged up one side of his mouth, making that dimple pop, as he focused those intense blue eyes on me.
And God, I was going to melt into a puddle right here on the floor.
He should’ve looked ridiculous standing there, bare chested, jeans open and hanging low on his hips, hand wrapped around his thick cock as it stood proud and jutting from his body.
But if anything, the way he held himself, so confident and sure, even half naked, even while stroking himself as he stared at me, just made him all that much hotter.
His dark hair was a mess—thanks to my hands—and his lips still shone from what he’d done to me just moments ago.
His shoulders were broad, arms thick and roped with muscle.
At least a dozen tattoos were scattered across them, starting from mid-forearm and leading up to his shoulders.
His chest was a blank canvas, though, save for a light dusting of dark hair, and I wanted to climb him like a fucking tree.
I still wasn’t entirely sure this wasn’t some elaborate dream. I would’ve been less shocked if I witnessed this man walking straight out of my e-reader than I would be to find out he was real.
But I’d be damned if I wasted a second of my very limited time with him, dream incarnation of the perfect book boyfriend or not.
“The way you’re looking at me says you want to get fucked. That true, bunny?” he asked, the tenor of his voice making my nipples peak.
“That is absolutely one hundred percent true.” I nodded emphatically.
He chuckled under his breath. “Then get over here and climb on the bed. Hands and knees. Show me that perfect ass, and let me see what I’ve done to that pussy.”
Well, fuck me sideways. I didn’t think I’d like having a man boss me around.
After all, if someone tried to tell me what to do on a day-to-day basis, I’d tell them to fuck all the way off and do so with a smile.
But there was something wholly different about being bossed around in the bedroom.
And this man could boss me all fucking night.
Without hesitation, I did what he said, dropping the condom next to me as I climbed onto the bed and glanced at him over my shoulder, giving my ass a little shake.
He groaned, palming it before running his hands over the curves of my hips, up to the dip of my waist, and then I felt the slightest pressure against my shoulders as he urged my upper body down until my cheek was flat on the bed.
As soon as I was in position, he dropped to his knees behind me, spread me wide with his hands, and licked me from clit to entrance.
“Oh my God, again?” I asked, not bothering to hide the shock and excitement in my tone. I curled my fingers into the sheets, my hips rocking with the rhythm of his tongue.
How could I still be so hungry for him? How could I still crave another release?
How could I still be desperate for more after he’d already given me so much?
Regardless of the how, there was no denying the fact that I was.
No denying how I arched to give him better access, tipping my hips up so he could reach my clit better. No denying how greedy he made me.
“Again,” he answered against my skin as he coaxed another orgasm out of me. With his thumbs running along my pussy lips and his tongue working hard against my clit, I fell over the precipice with little warning, my body thrumming through my release as I buried my moans into the sheets.
I’d never come this much in a single night—hell, I’d never come this much in a single week. My body was strung out, shudders sweeping over me in waves, and I collapsed against the mattress as I tried to catch my breath.
“Christ, I love making you come.” He ran his hands over me, softly, gently, a soothing touch that had me relaxing even as every nerve ending in my body rang with awareness. “You okay?”
Unable to peel my eyes open, I could only manage a halfhearted grunt and a barely perceptible nod.
“I need your words, pretty girl. Are you okay, or do you want me to stop?”
That made my eyes pop open, and I glanced at him over my shoulder. “No stopping. I’m good. So good. But you definitely should have come with a warning label.”
With a chuckle, he braced his hands on either side of my head and bent down, brushing a kiss over the tattoo behind my ear. Against it, he murmured, “You did so good for me, bunny.”
His words sent a shiver through me, and I twisted, trying to turn beneath him. Ready to wrap my legs around him and pull him deep inside me. But he stilled me before I could.
“Stay just like this.” He stared down at me where I was lying half on my stomach, one leg straight and the other bent at the knee.
With hooded eyes, he straddled my outstretched leg and tore open the condom before rolling it down his shaft.
“I’m going to slide in so deep like this, and I’ll still be able to see your face when I fuck another orgasm out of you. ”
I breathed out a laugh and shook my head, even as I glanced at him over my shoulder. “You’ve given me five. I’m pretty sure the orgasm factory is closed.”
“You think so?” He hooked his hand under my bent knee and pushed it higher on the bed, presenting my pussy to him. His gaze stayed locked on it as he ran the head of his cock through my slit, brushing it against my clit.
I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed as my pussy clenched around nothing, and I lifted my ass back toward him. Aching and desperate for something. For him.
He chuckled under his breath. “That little move you just made, trying to get me to slide inside you?” Bracing one hand on my hip, he notched himself at my entrance with his other and pushed in the barest inch.
“That tells me this greedy little cunt is hungry for another one. And I intend to give her exactly what she wants.”
Before I could respond, he sank inside me in a slow, steady glide. Eyes wide and mouth agape, I stared at him over my shoulder as he filled me. And filled me. And filled me more.
“God,” I choked out, reaching back to wrap my fingers around his wrist where he held me down and sank deep.
He was the biggest man I’d ever been with, without a doubt, and the utter fullness of him inside me stole my breath.
I didn’t know if it was the fact that he was hung like a goddamn horse or that I was so swollen and oversensitive from all the orgasms he’d already given me, but he felt massive.
Massive and so, so good. “Holy fuck. You feel…”
“So fucking good,” he finished for me, a groan threaded through his words as he mirrored my thoughts.
I nodded my agreement as he pulled back before sinking deep again, dragging a moan straight from my chest.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered under his breath, his gaze pinging between my wide-eyed stare and where I was spread tight around his pumping cock. “Your pussy’s taking me so well.”
On his next thrust, he hitched my leg even higher, making him sink another inch inside, and I couldn’t hold in my moan.
“There you go. Let me hear it,” he said, leaning over to brush his lips against my ear. “Your cunt’s squeezing me like she wants to come again. Is that true? You want to come all over my cock, pretty girl?”
“Fuck,” I whispered. I couldn’t believe it, but he was right.
I didn’t just want to come…I needed to. With a desperation that was altogether foreign to me.
I felt like I was thirteen all over again, getting acquainted with my body for the first time because my pussy had never acted like this in my entire life.
She was a one-and-done kind of girl—and those single O’s almost always came at my own hands or battery-operated boyfriends.
And I’d been satisfied with that because it was all I had known.
But after this? After him? Now, I’d forever know exactly what I was missing.
It was fruitless to deny what I wanted, especially when he could already read my body so well, so I moaned long and low at his next thrust and nodded against the bed. “Yes.”