Chapter 41 Avery
AVERY
I wrapped my arms around his neck and molded myself to his body as his tongue assaulted my mouth. There was nothing tender about the kiss. Every stroke of his tongue was a demand.
A declaration.
He wasn’t Beck or Noah and nothing about this would be gentle or lighthearted.
He drove me back to the bed without breaking the seal on our kiss, his tongue plunging into mine, leaving me gasping for air as he stripped off my tank top.
He palmed my tits and squeezed. “I’m going to finish what I started, but this time, I’m going to see all of you. Take off your shorts.”
I didn’t have to be asked twice. My body hummed like a live wire, primed for the pleasure I knew he was going to deliver.
I tossed my shorts aside and he lifted me off the ground, his big hands covering my ass.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and gasped at the heat of his body against my pussy, then wrapped my arms around his neck to continue kissing him.
His tongue lit a fire in my mouth that traveled the length of my body, settling into my core like a nuclear reactor. He spread my ass cheeks, massaging hard enough that I felt friction on my clit from his stomach.
An orgasm sparked to life at my center, and I flattened my tits against his smooth chest, desperate for all the contact I could get.
I let out a squeak of surprise when he tossed me on the bed, and I watched as he stripped off his jeans, freeing his dick. He was already hard, his shaft long and smooth, his head thick and engorged. My pussy pulsed at the sight of it, at the promise of having him fill me up.
He looked like a god — all ink and muscles and smooth skin, his dick jutting between his thighs — as he stared down at me. “I’m going to make you come so hard you can never call this a mistake, Avery.”
My nipples were hard as pebbles, my skin tingling with anticipation as he pulled me to the edge of the bed.
He spread my legs, then knelt between my thighs and ran his fingers through my folds. “You’re so fucking juicy. But I’m going to make you even juicier when you finally come on my face.”
I gasped as he lowered his head to cover my pussy with his mouth. The heat was pure ecstasy, the lapping of his tongue coaxing my orgasm closer to the surface when he’d barely even gotten started.
His fingers dug into my thighs while he licked and sucked, but it only added to the pleasure coursing through my body, and I reached for his head, driving my fingers into his hair, making it clear I didn’t want him to move an inch.
I had him right where I wanted him, his tongue covering my pussy in long, fast strokes, sometimes slipping into my channel, before returning to the epicenter of my pleasure.
“You taste so sweet, Avery. Like fucking honey.”
I rocked on his mouth, picking up a rhythm as my orgasm built.
“That’s right,” he murmured between laps at my cunt. “Work your pussy on my face, baby girl.”
The words were so naughty, so filthy, that they pushed me closer to the peak, and I panted as I climbed, reaching, reaching…
Then he pushed his fingers inside me and slipped his pinky into my ass.
I didn’t have time to be surprised. His mouth on my clit combined with his fingers, filling me up everywhere, even there, pushed me over the edge.
I cried out into the room, holding his head against my pussy, grinding on his mouth as I shuddered against his face.
I let go of everything as waves of pleasure washed over me again and again, my body coming apart from the inside.
I’d barely stopped shaking when he kneeled on the edge of the bed, pushing my knees back so that my pussy was completely exposed.
He ran his fingers through the sensitive folds of my post-orgasm cunt. “You’re so wet for me, baby girl.” His eyes were glassy, locked on the movement of his fingers. “Look at that pretty little cunt.”
I moaned as he ran the tip of his dick through my slit.
“You’re going to tell me what you want, baby girl. No cute words either. I want to hear you say it dirty.”
“I… I can’t,” I gasped.
He pushed the head of his dick inside me just far enough to make me want more. “You want to get fucked?”
“Yes!”
“Then you’re going to have to tell me you want to get fucked.” His eyes burned into mine. “You can keep your silly words outside of the bedroom. But here you’re going to be honest about what you want.”
I didn’t say anything, and he pulled the tip of his dick out of my entrance.
“I’ll say it!” I was desperate. I would have said anything — done anything — to feel him inside me. “I want you to… I want you to fuck me.”
He slipped his tip back into my pussy. “What else?”
“I…I want your cock,” I was beyond blushing, willing to try any combination of words to make him fill me up. Besides, what was the point of being embarrassed when he had my knees pushed back, my ass practically in the air, my pussy fully exposed? “I want you to fuck me until I scream.”
“Good,” he said. “Now you’re going to shut the fuck up and take this dick like a good girl.”
He drove into me all at once.
I screamed in shock, pleasure and pain warring as he sank balls-deep inside me. But whatever pain was there was gone a second later, replaced by the completion I’d dreamed about.
“Jesus… fuck…” he groaned, closing his eyes. “You take me so good, Avery. So fucking good.”
He dragged out of me a little at a time, then pushed back in with a growl.
I gasped.
“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me how it feels.”
“It feels good… so so good.”
He reached between our bodies and stroked my clit with his thumb. “Look at this, baby girl. Look at my cock inside you. Look at me playing with your clit.”
I lifted my head and almost came at the sight of his dick disappearing into my pussy, his thumb making circles on my glistening clit. The position made it easy for me to watch what he did to me, and I saw that it made it easy for him to watch too.
He moved faster, stroking long and hard through my channel, embedding himself so deep I felt him hit my cervix on the downstroke.
I moved with him, rocking my hips to meet him as much as I could in the position I was in, wanting him buried inside me, climbing the hill of another orgasm.
“You’re getting tighter, baby girl. You ready to come for me?”
“Yes!” Our bodies slapped together in a frenzy, but instead of it being embarrassing, it only made me hotter. We were like two animals rutting, and I was there for it, ready to give over all thought to the demands of my body.
“Fuck yeah. Come for me, baby girl. Let me feel that little pussy come.”
I cried out as the orgasm came for me.
“Don’t stop,” I panted as he thrust into me again and again. “Don’t fucking stop.”
He chuckled and kept fucking, and then, when every spasm had been rung from my body, he pulled out, rubbing his shaft through my folds, his semen spilling over my clit and stomach as he groaned, his body shuddering with pleasure.
I reached between us and grabbed his shaft.
He hissed as I stroked, milking every last drop from him.
We were both breathing hard when it ended, and he closed his eyes briefly before letting go of my legs and dropping next to me on the bed.
He pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head. “Sorry. I realized too late that I didn’t get a condom.”
It should have freaked me out — pulling out wasn’t a guarantee against pregnancy — but right then, I just didn’t care.
Stupid girl, I thought as I closed my eyes against his chest.
Stupid, stupid girl.