Chapter 42
It's fucking dark. I look around the pitch black bedroom with narrowed eyes.
Not even a string of sunlight in sight. Untangling myself from the cold sheets, I look down at the equally as cold pillow, clutched tightly between my arms. She should be in my arms. Not a fucking cushion.
I throw it on the floor and rub my half-sleepy eyes.
The faint pounding in my head makes my vision blur slightly when I sit upright against the bed frame. Where the fuck is she? Avery is not on the bed and by the chilly bed clothes, I can tell she hasn't been for a while.
That's the first fucking time I've woken up alone.
I close my eyes and rub my sore temple. I remember shit from last night. The only thing clear as fucking day, are the three words she repeated two times before falling asleep.
Maybe she didn't actually say she loves me. Doubt clouds my hopefully memories. If Avery telling me she loves me was a dream, my reality would sure as hell turn into a fucking nightmare. Though, deep down, I know it wasn't. I know the weed didn't fuck my head up that much either.
I'm just scared it fucked up her's.
How the hell do I act if she didn't mean what she said? What if she doesn't love me?
I don't know why the thought hurts so much.
I just want her to love me. Not as much as I love her. My feelings would be her downfall if she felt them towards me.
The unpleasant feeling in my chest grows the longer I stay alone.
Walking into the bathroom, a genuine smile spreads on my lips as the scent of my body wash flares through my nostrils. She still showers with my products.
.......
The floorboards creek under my weight as I make my way down the stairs. I'm eager to hear her telling me she loves me again. Fuck, desperate even.
I remember telling her that she can wait. That she can take her time to love me back. Sure, almost four months have been enough time, right? Even if it hasn't been I can wait longer. I would never pressure Ry into loving me.
I told her how I felt when I was ready, it's only fair I wait until she feels the same way.
Maybe she doesn't though?
Again, the doubtful thought about it all being a hallucination blurs my mind.
Fuck. It wasn't. I'm certain it wasn't.
She told me she loved me last night. I know that.
Her distant laughter puts an end to my thinking. What is she laughing at? Better yet, who the fuck is she laughing with?
I stop by the kitchens archway, my heart stops beating at the same fucking time. My mood instantly darkens.
She didn't mean it. She said it in the spur of the moment. Sure, she wouldn't be standing in the kitchen, laughing about something Arsenio said after telling me she loves me.
Instead, she would be in bed with me. She would tell me she loves me again. That she didn't say it because her brain wasn't fucking functioning. That she said it because she meant it. Then we'd fuck. Fuck but make love at the same time.
My knuckles crack by how hard I'm clenching my fist. She turns around towards the cupboard, her hair wet as it neatly falls down her dress clad back, and stands on her tippy toes, trying to reach for two bowls.
"Need help?" Arsenio asks my woman and doesn't wait for her reply before he stands up.
I don't move from my position. I want, no, need to see how far the fucker will take it. How far he'll take it before he realises that he doesn't have a single chance with my girl. That no one has a fucking chance with Avery besides me.
"Oh, no thank you, I can manage." My girl replies politely. Avery opens her mouth in surprise. My eyes land on the hand he keeps in the middle of her back as he reaches for the fucking bowls from behind her.
Fuck no.
I step inside at the same time Avery flinches away from him. Psychotically, it pleases me. Her reaction to someone else's touch, fills my chest with pride.
"Don't put your fucking hands on her. Ever. Fucking. Again." I grit out, fast pacing toward them and wrapping a secure arm around Ry's waist, pulling her away from him.
"I was just reaching for the bowls she wanted," he brings the porcelain down on the counter, his eyebrows scrunched together.
The bastard's eyes fall on the arm she wraps around my lower waist instictevly. "It's alright, Aiden, I couldn't reach." Avery trails off with confusion when I glare at her.
Is she fucking defending him? Defending him against me?
"I don't fucking care. You need something; you ask me." I command, ignoring her previous statement. She nods, eyeing me with uncertainty.
She doesn't stop gazing at me, even when I direct my glare toward Arsenio. "Why the fuck are you still here. Fucking leave."
"Aiden!" Avery gasps, probably finding me rude. I'm just telling him as nice as I can to leave us the fuck alone.
"I'm sorry," she looks toward him with a small, contrite smile. My anger enhances at her apology. Che cazzo? "You don't have to leave," Ry mumbles.
(What the fuck?)
"Yes you fucking do. I'll have my assistant call you when you'll be useful." My glare hardens. I can see the corners of his lips twitching upwards.
I want to shoot him.
"It's alright Avery." He sends my Avery a small smile.
"She's Miss. Marchetti to you. Don't fucking call her by her first name." I warn, taking a step toward him.
Avery clears her throat, "I asked him to call me that." Why is she doing this?
I cast my eyes away from her face, toward his. The self-satisfaction never once flatters.
"I'll be on my way Miss. Marchetti." He nods, "have a nice afternoon." Ry nods back with a small smile and gets out of my hold the second he disappears out of the kitchen.
We stand in tense silence until the elevator door pings closed. Afternoon? I look outside the floor to ceiling windows. The sun has almost set. How long did I sleep for?
"What was that, Aiden?" She scolds, crossing her arms. My eyes fall down to her chest before meeting with her's again. I can't help it. The movement of her arms, defines her perfect tots even more, no matter how high the neckline of her black dress is.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I scoff. "He had his fucking hands on you!"
Her eyes harden. "He was giving me the bowls I couldn't reach!"
"You flinched away from him!" Throwing my hand up in the air, my breaths become erratic. Why is she trying to defend him?
"I was surprised! I don't like someone that's not you touching me, but he was just being friendly, nothing more!
" My jaw clenches. If I wasn't so fucking angry, I would probably smirk at the first part of her statement, but can't she fucking see the way he looks at her?
I get it she doesn't remember the bastard from when they danced in Italy, but is she that blind?
"You're so fucking na?ve!" I shout at her. I can tell she's taken aback from my outburst by the way she takes a step away from me.
Fuck.
"You're the one who's been rude to him since the day he arrived!" She fights back, throwing her arms up, defensively.
"I've been rude to him because I don't fucking want him anywhere near you!
You don't remember him from the club? In Catania?
" I throw at her. Avery looks confused but o continue.
I need her to understand. "Arsenio was the one you fucking danced with and now he's here making you think he's all innocent and friendly!
His job is to keep you safe when I'm not present!
Not to give you bowls while touching your back and especially not to become your friend!
" I yell my rant while walking towards her.
My hand closes around her jaw. My gentle grip opposing to the range I feel. I just need her to understand.
Her eyes soften. Remorse. That's all I see on her face. She does understand. Avery opens her mouth. I know what she's about to do. I won't let her.
She has nothing to apologise for.
I land my lips fiercely on hers. Letting her know how angry I am. Not at her. At him. For testing my fucking limits and fucking breaking them, in turn making me turn against Ry and shout at her for not remembering someone so fucking insignificant.
Insignificant. That's what he fucking is. Though, that realisation, isn't enough to prevent the next words from leaving me.
Despite sleeping through my high and waking up sober, my memories remain blurry.
I don't remember anything from last night and it scares me.
The panic I felt for a split second when I woke up is undoubtable.
It scared me to not know what was done and said.
The possibility of me saying something I wasn't supposed to, or doing something Aiden didn't like, scared me even more.
The panic in my chest somehow settled when I looked at Aiden's sleeping face, resting on my chest. As always, he had both hands down my panties, resting his palms on my butt, it made me blush.
I ran my fingers through his tousled hair a thousand times, messing the dark strands even more.
The smile on my face never once flattered and my eyes didn't stray away from his face once, making me feel like a total creep.
But the peaceful expression he wore was something I honestly missed. He'd been so on edge lately and I hate myself for not understanding the reason behind his neurotic behaviour.
I hate myself for not understanding. For not remembering earlier.
Hurt and guilt sits as a heavy lump in my throat when he mentions the drunken mistake I made in Italy. I don't get why he'd mention it. Why Aiden would bring me dancing drunkenly with a stranger up again. I thought we were over it. I thought he'd forgiven me.
It's not until Arsenio's name is mentioned in that same sentence that everything starts to make sense.
He's been feeling insecure with Arsenio's constant presence around me. I made Aiden feel bad about himself for not remembering Arsenio's face and for allowing him to try and build a familiarity between the two of us.
Still, I don't believe that Arsenio's intentions are other than friendly, but that doesn't lessen the remorse I feel for allowing him to grow closer to me.
Aiden should never feel insecure about our relationship, himself or me. He's the only one I want to be with, the only one I belong to, he's the one I love, even though that still remains unknown by him.
I open my mouth to apologise. Tell him how sorry I am for making him feel that way, but he places his lips on my own before a word can escape me.
His lips move harshly against mine, expressing the anger he feels. It hurts that I've made him feel this way. I kiss him back just as intensely, my one hand cupping the back of his neck, while the other tugs lightly on his hair.
Slowly, I lessen the movements of my tongue and place a gentle peck on his lips before pulling away completely.
I part my lips, but he cuts me off before any apology can be spoken.
"Don't." He shakes his head dismissively.
"Don't say anything. I don't want you to apologise.
Just, fuck," he squeezes his eyes shut before he snaps them open and locks his gaze with mine.
"Just let me fuck you. Let me mark you, claim you as fucking mine until I'm satisfied. Until we both fucking are."
His direct words make me unconsciously clench my thighs together. I can feel moisture build between them.
Aiden awaits for my answer. My consent. A consent he knows he has.
He needs to hear it. I can tell he does.
He needs to hear that he can use me, mark me, claim me as his.
He needs to do what he said. Heck, I need him to do it.
I need him to understand that I'm his, that I belong to him. Only him. "Do it."
A glint of surprise flashes over his expression at my immediate answer. As if my two words were all he needed to hear, he slams his lips against mine. This time more urgently than before.
His tongue caresses mine boldly, his hand leaves my jaw, tracing a light caress over my breast before joining his other one on the lower parts of my waist.
A muffled gasp of surprise comes from my throat when he wraps my legs around his lean hips. My short dress hikes up, leaving my bum uncovered to his covetous hands.
I moan into Aiden's mouth as he rubs and massages my cheeks hard, simultaneously walking us upstairs.
Detaching my lips from his because of the lack of air, I throw my head back. Aiden lives up to his previous words and takes my moment of weakness to his advantage.
It's as if he's afraid I'm going to disappear any second by the hasty way he creates hickeys and love-bites. I won't.
He opens the door to his bedroom and lifts his face to my own. I moan in pleasure when his palm cups my pussy from behind.
"You want this?" He asks huskily, breathlessly. "For me to fuck you?" He sucks on the column of my throat. "Use your body in whatever way I please?" His green eyes look into mine. The thought of getting used by Aiden turns me on more than I ever had expected.
"Yes," I reply with a shaky breath when he traces, slow circles around my thong clad slit.
"Yes what?" Aiden asks with anger laced in his tone, continuing his sweet torture. His finger edges closer to my opening.
I bet he can feel my wetness through my panties.
"Yes." I clamp my eyes shut when he pulls my panties aside, and brushes the tip of his finger across my bare skin. Coating it with my folds. "I want you to use me." I moan, pulling his face close to mine, desperate to kiss him again.
He breaks away not long after and sets me down on my feet. Aiden's hand wraps around my throat in a territorial manner. I love it when he is like this.
"That's what I'm planning to do, baby." He tilts my face up, "use you." I feel my heart beat fast against my rib cage. The still undiscovered, by me, plan he has created in his mind, should make me feel nervous. Scared even, but no, the only thing his unclear words give me is excitement.
He cups my face between his hands, "I need you to promise me you'll stop me if you don't like anything I do." His eyes pierce into mine. I nod, tilting my head, quickly pecking the underside of his wrist.
A ghost of a smile appears on his face, but he masks it with an emotionless expression. He's still angry.
"Words. I need to hear you say it, my love."
"Yes. I'll stop you if I don't like what you're doing." I nod. I knew this was coming. No matter what, Aiden prioritises me. Always.
A thoughtful look crosses his face. "No. That's not enough. Say a word. A safe word." Aiden demands.
I open my mouth, hurriedly trying to think of something. "Black." His favourite color.
"Bene." He nods in approval. I bite my lip impatiently. His eyes wander up and down my body, mentally undressing me.
(Good.)
......
He throws me on the bed as if I weight nothing. I gasp at the sudden impact against the mattress. My body bounces a few times, making me gasp at the force. I try to push myself up but the glare I receive has me laying back down on my back obediently.
My chest heaves up and down, my arousal growing as Aiden's muscled thighs crown my hips, his hands settling on either side of my crotch. "You don't speak unless I tell you to." He orders. I nod.
My eyes flutter closed as his calloused hands soothe their way up my sides until they settle on my breasts. I moan shakily as he squeezes me through my dress and bra. The erotic sensation shoots tingles straight to my pussy.
I can feel myself dripping for him. The need to have him pound into me grows to an excessive level when my eyes meet his hard ones.
Aiden continues caressing me, slowly inching towards my throat. His lean fingers wrap around the sides of my neck gently as he hovers over me, pressing kisses along my jawline.
The way his bulge, keeps brushing over my lower body, is torturing me.
"You kept defending him today. Against me." He whispers right next to my ear, I squirm under him when he nibbles on the sensitive skin below it. "I didn't like it."
"Aiden, please," I stupidly beg. It's not even a second later that his body disappears from above me. His hands grasp my hips hard and in one swift movement he has me laying on my stomach.
He lifts my dress, exposing my backside to his heated eyes.
"I just fucking told you not to open your mouth." He bellows, caressing my behind in his one hand. I moan, rolling my hips into the warm mattress in an attempt to relive some of the tension.
He grabs my hand before it can reach my heat. "No." My body jolts forward when he slaps his warm palm down on my ass. Unpredictably and hard. I moan loudly.
"You like that?" He breathes, his cool breath makes me shiver. Aiden presses against me and rolls his hips into my bottom. I can feel the hardness between his legs. My moans turn into pleasured whimpers when he lands his hand down on my flesh again, this time harder.
"Me teaching you how to follow orders?" I await for the impact of his skin on mine, but it never comes. Instead he pulls the restraints off my wrists.
The unexpected but pleasant sweep of cold leather against my cheeks makes my body stiffen. Is he going to...? My throbbing clit begs for him to continue punishing me. The highly desired pain the belt in his hand could give me, has me licking my lips.
"Is this okay?" He questions in a mutter. I nod eagerly. "Words."
"Yes," I turn around to look at him.
The sight of Aiden with his shirt of, his tattooed chest and arms exposed, as he fists the belt in the middle, almost brings me over the edge. I'll never get used to him and his dominating beauty.
"Turn around." I obey his command. Laying my head sideways on the mattress, I breath in the scent on the sheets, in an attempt to calm my racing heart and nervous belly. Aiden's familiar essence that still remains on the fabric brings me comfort.
The forceful wheep through the air, as Aiden brings his arm back with force makes me arch my back as I await an impact.
"Fuck!" I scream loudly when the friction against my raw skin erupts. I throw my head back, my eyes shutting tightly as my backside starts to pulsate.
The belt gets thrown next to my head, a warm hand caresses my ass cheeks right after, rubbing soothingly. "Are you alright?" Aiden asks concerned. I open my eyes and grin. With a shake of his head, he trails his hand down between my legs.
He cups my pussy, applying the right amount of pleasure on my aching clit. Much to my dismay, his hand lays above my panties. "I can feel how wet you are." He breathes, chuckling when I try to press down on him.
"So desperate." Aiden hums and pulls me on top of him. My legs straddle each side of his waist as I sit on his brazen palm.
My tongue drives force into our kiss as it dominates hers. She's fucking everything. So dirty behind the angelic facade. Disobeying my commands in order to find her own pleasure. Knowing that her freaky side gets revealed to me and only me suffuses pride to my arrogance.
Avery keeps grinding on my palm. I decide to take it a step further down my torture and push her panties aside. She moans, her arms tightening around my neck as I drag my finger across her dripping fucking cunt.
So wet. For me.
Breaking our kiss, I look into her eyes and bring my soaked finger to her slightly parted lips.
Her intense stare doesn't break away from mine as I swipe my digit across her plump lips, dampening the pink flesh with her own juices. Fuck. I can tell she enjoys it but at the same time, I know she feels humiliated, as her cheeks flush brightly.
My erection presses painfully against my pants.
"I want to taste you properly." I suck off my finger, before capturing her mouth and doing the same to her lower lip, cleaning her off with my tongue.
I fiddle with the zipper of her dress, only to end up ripping it off all together. The exigency to see her nude body, overcoming me. "I liked that dress!" She whines and tries to glare at me. Cute.
She jumps when I slap her ass. "Behave. I'll buy you a new one." Kissing her nose, I throw the damaged clothing somewhere behind her, leaving her in her underwear.
My eyes fall on her pert nipples. The outline is visible through her black bra. So fucking sexy.
All mine to claim and have.
Our eager moves result in her bra being off in seconds. I cup her curvaceous tits in my hands, admiring the way they look in my hold.
I want my teeth to mark every inch of them.
"Aiden," she whimpers when I tug her nipples between my fingers. The sound makes me harden against her. Fuck me. I slip my tongue out of her mouth, dropping it down to her chest.
I suck and lick one of her nipples while simultaneously pay her other breast attention with my hand. My eyes flutter open and I look up at her face. Parted lips, neck bend backwards as her hands hold the back of my head against her breasts.
My lips decide to leave her chest unattended. Wrapping my fingers around her throat, I capture her attention. I've tortured her enough.
"I want my tongue inside your pussy." I squeeze her neck possessively, the way I know she loves. "Now."
.....
I sink back on the the bed as Ry remains on top of me.
Our position allows her pussy to tower my painfully hard cock.
Although dressed, I can feel her heat. She's been waiting for release for some time now and taking to consider the way she continuously keeps wiggling her hips on me, I'm sure she won't last a minute.
Shivers cover her naked body as I rub my hands up the sides of her thick thighs. I continue the path towards her waist, sliding her off my crotch and onto my bare stomach.
She moans when her pulsating clit lands on my fevered skin.
With my fingers digging into Ry's hips, I slide her further down my body, until she sits on my chest. My palms close around her soft tits, squeezing hard. She jerks, placing her own over the back of my palms.
"Sit on my face." I command.
I breath in the sweet savour of her pussy. My hands gripping her beaten ass. Avery hovers over my mouth. Fuck, I need her lower. My eyes shift upwards, I see her looking down at me with her lower lip captured between her teeth.
With force, I dip her body down and burry my face between her pussy lips. Her blissful moans fill my ears, as I swipe my tongue across her slit.
She starts grinding on my face, fingers tangling between my hairs and pulling. She jerks at the vibrations against her heat when I hum in satisfaction. "Aiden," I open my eyes at her whimper.
My dick is about to fucking explode at the sight above me. Avery keeps her hands on her chest. Playing with herself. Twisting her nipples and massaging her tits. The tits my lips left bruised not long ago.
I wrap a secure arm around her waist to keep her from moving and bring my other between her ass cheeks, down to her constricting entrance. I plunge one finger into her, the slippery noice of her glistening wetness mixing with the sounds of her moans and my heavy pants.
Fuck.
I add a second finger when her eyes look down at me. She rolls her tit around, clutching my hair with the other hand.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I close my lips around her clit and suck. Her body starts to tremble above me and I know she's close. The movements on her breast get hastier, her legs shake around my head.
I add a third finger. Her mouth drops, a loud shriek emitting at the pleasure. We've never done something like this before. Heck, I've never done anything like this before.
She throws her head back as she cums all over my mouth, coating my lips and face with her juices.
"Oh my..." she gasps for air, coming down from her powerful orgasm. She lifts herself up from my face, but I don't drop my hold from around her.
That was only the fucking beginning.
She gasps when I lift her up slightly and turn her around, so she's facing my body. My fingers continue pumping into her pussy, as my tongue circles her sore clit. "Aiden, what are you-" Ry doesn't finish her sentence as her body jolts with a tremble.
Her nails scratch their way up and down my abs. I continue pleasuring her with my tongue and fingers, my movements an answer to her unfinished question. My assault comes to a momentary halt as I feel her palm my clad dick.
Fuck. I let out a shaky breath. What is she doing? I feel myself get harder, my blood pulsate it's way through my veins as I fall into a state of frenzy, an image of our position appearing behind my closed lids.
The sound of my zipper snaps me out of my reverie and my mouth and digits once again begin to move over her. Avery's moan is followed by my own as I feel her small hand wrap around my cock.
"Fuck," I jerk upwards when her fist moves along my length. My movements grow faster, more forceful. I need her to finish. By the way her body occasionally jerks, I can tell it won't be long until she does so.
Her moans get louder and I grow inside her hand.
For the second time, I lick up all her juices as she rides out her orgasm on my face.
Fuck, I love this. Avery on my face. Her body trembling as a result of the pleasure only I am able to give her.
Grasping her hips tightly, I give them a squeeze and slide her body further down my chest. My eyes land on the glistening trail, reaching from the tops of my chest, down to my stomach, where my beauty sits naked.
I almost cum right there when she turns to look at me over her shoulder, her hand still jerking around my dick softly.
"I love the way you taste, amore." Placing a peck on the side of her sweaty hip, I lay my hand flat on middle of her back and push her flat against my front. Her breath catches in her throat. "Now suck me off." My commanding voice almost sounds like a growl.
Like the good girl she is, Avery wraps her hot lips around my throbbing dick. I groan, throwing my head back as the wetness of her mouth surrounds me, my hands clenching into fists by my sides.
I feel myself shiver as her hot breath hits me. Slowly, she lowers her head further, her wet tongue swirling around my length, the hand wrapped around the base of my dick twirling as she tries to fit me whole in her mouth.
Fuck.
She hits the back of her throat with my dick and sucks her way back up, teasingly. Drawing in her cheeks, making me snap my hips upward. "Stop fucking teasing." My voice betrays me when my words sound like pained whimpers.
Did she fucking giggle?
Her gags and my moans echo around the otherwise quiet room as she bobs her head up and down on me.
Narrowly, my eyes open. The sight of her small body, bent over my much larger frame is so fucking sexy. I fist her messy hair in one hand and shove her face rougher onto me. Her gleaming back curves downwards as she chokes on my dick, her ass in the air in front of my face.
Exposed.
That's what she is.
For me.
Only me.
Always for me.
"You're doing so fucking good baby." I praise, thrusting upwards and meeting her mouth, "I will be the only one to fill your throat. Fucking ever."
Instead of answering she sucks harder. Just how I wanted. Her gags grow louder, the bobbing of her head deeper, faster. Before I can unload myself down her throat, I lift Ry off of me.
The bewildered look on her face is fucking adorable. "Wha-"
"Kneel in front of me." She does as I say. No further questions asked. My eyes lift away from her tits to her own. "Now open your mouth. I want to watch your pretty face as I cum down your throat."
I guide her movements as she tries her best to please me. Succeeding unbelievably much. A few more thrusts up her throat is all it takes for my body to start erupting with intractable tremors.
"I'm gonna cum," I don't know whether I say it aloud or to myself. Ry's watery eyes lock with mine when I hit the back of her throat causing her to gag loudly. The sound pleases me. Fuck.
A tear runs down the side of her eye as I hold onto both sides of her head and release down her throat, keeping her head in place until she swallows all of me.
Like the good girl she is.
Our lips find one another when she straddles my lap. "Condom," Ry manages to whisper when I pull her lower lip between my own, sucking softly on the flesh, at the same time reaching over to the nightstand.
Usually she would be fine with me taking her bare and honestly, I know that both of us like it better, but if she feels safer with latex separating us, I'm more than willing to please her that way.
Fuck. She needs to get on birth control.
I bite hard on her lips, almost splitting them open and ram her down on my hard cock. The roll of her hips meets each of my thrusts as she straightens her back.
My lips part, in astonishment and pleasure. The way her pussy clenches so fucking tightly around me and the way her nails dig into my skin as she roams her fingers over my chest lits fire inside me.
The beauty Avery holds is out of this fucking world. Her body looks so delicate as it bounces on top of mine.
My over eager hands reach her breasts but she pulls them away, instead securing them over my head, her body leaning over my own as our pelvises continue to ram into one another.
"The fuck are you doing?" I rasp, biting into her collarbone. She thinks she's in control? My hands knead her round ass in a harsh manner.
"Fucking you," she breaths against my ear, placing a kiss just bellow it. I fight back my surprise. She did not just fucking say that. My sweet Avery didn't.
Fuck no.
My fingers close around her throat and I pull her face close to mine. Our noses touch, our lips brushing against one another. I can feel her fresh breath against my face and it arouses more. "That's not how this works, sweetheart."
Before this little game of her's can get any bigger, I flip us over, making her back hit the pillow. I continue plunging inside her tight little pussy as she catches her breath. My hand leaving her throat, finally closing around her breast.
Fuck.
I bring her taut nipple into my mouth. Smirking when she wiggles bellow me cursory.
"I fuck you." I pull her thighs over my shoulders. Glaring lustfully into her droopy eyes. The angle allowing me to pound deeper inside her. "You take it."
Straightening my shoulders I push her down on the bed when she tries to do the same. With my feet on the ground, and Ry on the edge of the bed, I clamp one hand around her throat, the other securing her arms over her head, similarly to what she did to me and speed up.
"Yes." Is her only, submissive, reply. My grip around her airways tightens gradually. I'm sure it'll bruise her skin if I hold her any more stiffly.
As if reading my mind, her eyes shut closed and Ry presses against my hold. "Tighter."
I release her arms, "pinch me if it gets too much."
She answers positively like she's taught and holds onto the sheets. My hand tightens around her throat, sweat trickling down my face. The tightening feeling in the pit of my stomach grows.
Ry's calves push into my shoulder blades. I know she's close. Her mouth parts as she moans weakly. Her eyes snap open and she pinches my arm.
Immediately, I release my grip and press kisses down her chest and collar bones, providing her comfort and safety, at the same time fucking her ruthlessly into the sheets.
"I'm so close, A." She throws runs a hand through my hair. I love when she does that.
"Cum." I grunt and follow a second later, falling onto her chest as I empty myself into the condom.
.....
The bed sheets lay scattered around our freshly bathed bodies. My scent surrounds me as Avery lays on my arms, staring at the brightly lit city in front of her. She's so beautiful.
I trace my finger down the side of her throat. Bite marks and bruises litter her skin. Mine looks the same. Almost. My sweet girl didn't go as hard.
Fuck I love her.
"My parents are coming over in three weeks." I peck her damp hair. Smiling as I remember her letting me brush it down for her in the bathroom.
She looks up at me, the smile I fell in love with adoring her prefect face. "Really?" Avery asks excitedly. The love she holds for my parents is nothing new to me.
I nod and peck her cute nose. "I love you." I look sincerely into her eyes. I think I see her smile flatter for a second, but it sure is my imagination.
She reaches up and cups my jaw. "I need to tell you something important." Avery's gaze drifts down to my lips before returning to my own.
Her nervousness gets noticeable by me when her hand that lies on my chest fiddles nervously around my chain. "What is it, babe?" I ask.
"Are you breaking up with me?" She laughs at my deadly serious question.
"No. It's nothing bad, I promise it's just something important. To the both of us." Her voice quiets down and she gazes back out the large window.
"Avery tell me." I demand, gripping her jaw forcing her gaze on me. She bites her lips.
Just as she opens her mouth her phone rings. "Ignore it." She reaches behind her and declines whoever the caller was.
Breathing in she looks back into my eyes. "I-"
I groan in annoyance when she looks at the once-fucking-again ringing phone and taps on the green button, answering the call.
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this a/n is before i wrote additional content 3