27. AVERY #3
On my tiptoes, I have no control. Rhett is so deep that hot, unrelenting frissons of pain spark through every cell of my body, an ache that swells in my throat and mutes my cries as he holds still, allowing me to adjust to his intrusion.
“Damn, sweetheart, your pussy is so tight it hurts.”
Biting down on the curve of my shoulder, he grinds and grinds until I can’t take the fullness and ache.
I’ll feel him for days.
I want to feel him for days.
Forever.
He’s so much. Too much… I need reprieve and relief, and yet, I want him deeper and harder, even as he pulls out and slams home again and again.
The pain sparks and ebbs, glowing brighter with every thrust until my feet are planted on his, the tips of my ballerina pumps balancing precariously on the toes of his sneakers.
“Doc.”
“Sunshine.”
“God.”
A guttural growl vibrates from his lips as his hand tightens around my throat, thumb pressing to my pulsing jugular as he sucks and bites the length of my collarbone. His other hand finds one of mine, bringing it down as he cups my pussy and uses my fingers to rub over my clit.
“Fuck…” The curse escapes me on a gritted mewl, and I feel him smile as he presses his mouth to the side of my jaw. “Fuck.”
Stroking up my throat, he picks up the pace of his thrusts. My knees start to go weak while he cups my jaw, turning my face to the side and tilting it up so he can lick over my mouth, tracing over my lips with the tip of his tongue like our fingers are massaging around his dick.
“Oh God!” I cry into his mouth when my legs give, and he’s holding me up. I’m right there, teetering on the edge of something catastrophic when Rhett slows to long, deliberate strokes that pull me back from the brink inch by agonizing inch.
“Not yet,” he rasps against my neck.
“Rhett, please—”
“When I say, sunshine.”
A whimper claws its way out of my throat when he leisurely rolls his hips. I can feel everything. Every ridge. Every throb. Every slow, torturous drag of him inside me, and it’s too much to take without shattering.
“Please,” I beg again, the word breaking with my ragged breaths.
Rhett’s grip tightens on my hip. His breath shudders against my skin. He’s barely holding on either—his cock pulses heavier inside me, his fingers tremble where they dig into my flesh.
Then he snaps.
Pulling out to the tip, Rhett slams back in, bottoming out again and again as he commands, “Now. Come for me, Avery. I want to feel your pussy milk my cock.”
The sound of him thrusting, our skin slapping together as I clench around him, echoes around us with our moans and groans that drown out our ragged breaths.
“Come, baby!” Rhett grunts with one last thrust that pushes all the air from my lungs.
Everything fades as my orgasm rips through me. Blinding. Burning. Breathtaking. There’s no relent as he thickens deep inside me, filling me with his hot cum to a slew of unintelligible curses muffled by my thundering heart.
“God, you are so damn fucking beautiful when you come for me.”
I open my eyes at his words, my spotty vision finding his pleasure-hazed stare.
Grinding into me, he strokes over my sensitive flesh, scissoring my fingers open with his and rubbing our dripping cum around my entrance and the tops of my thighs before bringing my hand up.
He laces it with his as he sucks my three glistening fingers into his mouth without a single blink.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Oh Lord.
With a pop, Rhett pulls them out of his mouth. His pink tongue licks over his lips while he envelops me into him, our bodies flush and hearts beating so frantically that with our closeness it feels like one long, endless pulse between us.
Ghosting his lips over mine, he murmurs, “You taste so damn good,” before kissing me.
His tongue swirls with mine as he grinds into me once more and then eases himself out with a hiss. Turning me to face him, he cups my face, deepening our kiss. When he pulls back, his eyes trail down my body in quiet, careful appraisal.
“Fuck, Avery, did I hurt you?” His voice is low, too quiet.
“No.”
“Let me see.”
His fingers trace the red marks on my hips where he gripped me. Then the bite on my shoulder that’s still throbbing in the best way. The popped buttons on my dress and my chafed skin on my chest from the beam.
Rhett presses featherlight kisses to every place he left his mark, bathing me in his affection.
No one has ever checked on me after. No one has ever cared whether they left damage behind.
“You’re okay?” he asks again, his mouth still against my shoulder.
“I’m better than okay, Doc.”
All I can do is savor his taste, mingled with mine so that it’s ours.
And I don’t care how crude the moment is, I want to live in it forever.
Me and him. After all that’s happened. The lives we’ve lived before each other.
I think that fate always had a plan for us.
And no matter what, I’m not giving up. I’m not letting go.
Rhett Reynolds is mine, and I won’t stop fighting until we have everything we’ve ever wanted. Everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Everything he promised.