7. Avery
AVERY
I woke up feeling like a new person. Warmth radiated against my back as I came into all my senses. When I slowly opened my eyes, a peace unlike I’ve ever felt fell over me.
Sam.
Daddy.
Last night… wow.
That really happened. I stifled a girlish giggle that threatened to bubble up as I carefully rolled over.
Sam shifted in his sleep but quickly settled onto his back, an arm still wrapped around me, almost like he couldn’t bear the thought of me not being in his arms, even while he slept.
My lips twitched upward into a huge smile.
I couldn’t help it. I’d never felt this light, this happy or seen.
I swallowed and realized I’d never felt like I belonged anywhere as much as I did this morning.
Right here in his arms.
I took a moment to observe the man who broke through walls I’d spent a lifetime building.
Sam Miranda was beautiful. Not classically but in a masculine, slightly rough-around-the-edges kind of way.
And without his glasses and sleeping, he almost seemed younger.
My eyes caught on his beard, and it reminded me of just how good it felt against my thighs and other places of my body.
I still couldn’t believe what he did.
Ate me and fingered me from behind, making true on his word about how hard he made me come only to flip me around and somehow make me come again, leaving me exhausted and boneless. Riding a level of euphoria I had never experienced. Ever.
I couldn’t help the need that rushed through me. Last night, he made me see the stars and whatever might be beyond them.
But he didn’t get anything in return.
He wouldn’t let me.
My eyes dipped to his bare chest. Broad pecs, small brown nipples pebbled tightly. My eyes skated lower to the slab of muscle that made up his torso.
And when my eyes dipped further? I had to swallow. The thick, long tenting of the sheet that covered his waist gave me a damn good idea of what had been pressing against me all night long.
Without thinking, I dragged the sheet down just a little and licked my lips. He was still wearing his dark boxer briefs, and I couldn’t help myself. Carefully and somehow without waking him up, I pulled the material down.
A trimmed nest of dark curls appeared, and I bit down on my lip. My eyes widened and a soft gasp of air escaped from me when his dick sprung out, standing thick and proud and so beautiful, my mouth watered for a taste.
A clear bead of moisture pebbled at the crown and another pushed through, pebbling before gravity pulled it down and started to drip down his impressive thickness.
I bent forward and, with the pad of my thumb, swiped the fluid up.
I didn’t have a lot of experience or partners, but that didn’t mean I was a prude.
I stared at the fluid on my thumb for a beat and without hesitation brought it to my mouth.
My eyes closed as the salty, earthy taste of him bloomed on my tongue and I knew I was going to want more.
I leaned forward and, with a gentle touch, held the base of his cock with my hands and opened my mouth.
Sticking my tongue out, I licked him like I would an ice cream cone I was trying to savor before it started to melt.
Swirling my tongue around the tip before opening my lips, I took the tip of him inside my mouth.
Just the crown, but I worked him in and out of my mouth.
In and out. My eyes fluttered shut as time melted away, leaving nothing but pooled heat between my legs. I drooled over him, my saliva coating his length just enough to use as lube while I used my hands to stroke him.
A deep guttural sound echoed in the room. I was so distracted, so turned on by going down on him, I hadn’t noticed he had woken up. His dark eyes were even darker as he stared at me with a hooded gaze.
But I didn’t stop.
I kept working him, loving the way I felt as I went down on him.
Sam was all man.
Thick and long and so fucking sexy. Blowjobs weren’t something I got off on, but going down on him was different. I wasn’t sure why that surprised me; maybe it didn’t since everything with Sam was different.
“Princess,” he groaned, but I kept going.
An inexplicable need to give him pleasure, something as close as to what he had given me, pounded through me.
With my eyes pinned on him, I relaxed my jaw a little more and opened wider.
Taking just a little more of his thickness into my mouth as I bobbed up and down sloppily on his shaft, making sure I was careful with my teeth.
“Fuck, baby.” His hips started to thrust up, and I smiled around his cock. There was something intoxicating about watching him lose that tightly wound-up control he held on to. Knowing that I was the one responsible for bringing out an animalistic side of him.
“Avery,” he grunted, and I noticed the light sheen of sweat forming over his muscular skin.
“Princess.” He sounded like he was being tortured.
“Need you to stop, baby.” I pulled back, letting a thread of spit pull between us before wiping it away.
The look on his face was almost feral. “Fucking hell.”
“Did I do it wrong or—“ I couldn’t say another word because one moment, I was kneeling beside him, and the next, he picked me up and dropped me on his lap. His mouth crashed against mine. His big meaty hands tangled in my hair.
The kiss was passionate.
Wet and needy.
Teeth scraped, tongues glided and dueled. He bit down on my top lip before soothing it with the slightly rough glide of his tongue as his beard brushed against my skin. I cupped his face, loving the way his beard felt against my palms and face.
“You fucking magical slutty little angel,” he groaned, and I giggled. When had I ever giggled in the middle of sex?
“Slutty angel,” I repeated almost breathlessly as I shifted to straddle him. Almost immediately, I felt exactly how close he was to my entrance.
“Fuck, baby.” He swallowed, and I watched as he tried to find some sort of control. “We don’t have to—“ He swallowed, pressing his forehead against mine. I knew it cost him to pull back for a moment. The two of us were breathing like we’d gone for a long jog.
“I want to,” I said, my voice clear and steadier than my heart.
“Baby,” he groaned.
“Please, Daddy… I need you.”
“I told you yesterday,” he panted. I leaned in to steal a kiss. I loved that tone in his voice. The demanding, confident daddy who knew exactly what he wanted.
“And it’s me,” I bravely filled in the blank for him. For all I knew, this whole thing could be a game he played, but my gut and heart couldn’t be wrong about him.
“It sure as fuck is, Avery, but—“
“No take-backs and no returns,” I repeated. Sam made a sound that vibrated through his chest and onto mine; it made me want to keep sharing. “I want you. I want to see where this goes, handsome,” I said softly against his lips. His hands clasped my hips.
“There is only one fucking way this goes, and that’s with you changing your mailing address to this one and your perfect ass sleeping in this bed for the rest of our lives next to me,” he grunted.
It was a lot to process, but his words made me more adamant about where I wanted to be. Where I belonged.
“I want you inside of me,” I whined.
“Fuck.” He pressed his eyes shut for a second before he opened them. “You’re mine,” he said. I nodded, happy to agree. “No ifs ands or buts about it, Avery. You are mine. Mine in the way where one day, we will share our same last name. Only mine. I don’t fucking share.”
“What if I don’t want to share, either?”
“Baby girl, that’s a goddamn given.” His mouth returned to mine.
It was a claiming.
Sweet and firm.
Dominating.
And when I squirmed and started to slowly drop down on his lap, the thick tip of his dick was right there, nudging at my entrance, as greedy to get inside of me as I was for him.
“Tell daddy what you need,” he rasped. I panted, loving his dirty mouth more than he could know.
“You. Only you. Please let me ride you,” I begged, unashamed of my pleading.
“I’m big, baby. Bigger than average.”
“I can take you,” I whined. The empty feeling inside of me was overpowering me, growing, and I knew only he could fix it. “Please, I can take you.” His hands didn’t give me any leeway to take even an inch of him. The thick blunt tip nudging back and forth where I needed him most was too much.
It was diabolical.
I felt like I was burning alive from the inside out and needed him more than I needed to breathe.
“I know you can,” he groaned. Our eyes met. “Made for me.” Those three words had me in a chokehold. Made for him. I’d never been a huge believer in any kind of karmic powers, but maybe life had been kinda crappy to me because it had this huge, beautiful man it wanted to surprise me with?
“You were,” he confirmed like he was in my head somehow, reading my thoughts.
Our chests heaved against one another. His skin felt hot to the touch.
“But I want this first time with you on top so you can take control of how much, how fast. Okay?” One of his hands moved from my hip and stroked my face. “Go slow.”
“What if—“ I started to ask, but he hushed me.
“Shh, listen to daddy, princess. Take me. Slow,” he instructed. I sunk down with our eyes connected. Breathing was hard as my body opened to accommodate him.
He wasn’t kidding.
Sam was big.
Bigger than I thought possible.
I lost his gaze but almost immediately knew why.
“Look down,” he grunted his filthy demand. My eyes dropped and watched as he slowly started to disappear inside of me. “Sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Look at you opening up for me. Taking me so damn well. Fuck,” he cursed like he was in pain.
Our bodies slick with sweat, hair sticking to my face, my eyes fluttered shut. The onslaught of sensations was almost too much. Almost. The feeling was incredible, unlike anything I had ever felt, as his thickness stretched me, shaped my insides to fit him.
“Made for me, Avery,” he repeated the words like my favorite prayer. His lips kissed my cheek, then chin, then my neck. “You’re taking me so damn good. Such a good girl for daddy,” he rumbled against my skin, and wetness gushed out of me.
“Shit,” I hissed, the stretch a slight burn as I took him deeper.
“Daddy’s big, but you got this. Just like that. Good girl. Fuck.” His praises were like a balm to my soul as his hands held both sides of my face.
“Eyes,” he demanded. “Give me your eyes.” And I did just that as I lifted and dropped my hips slowly, taking him in and out of my body. His hips started to thrust upward, and my lips parted. My soft little cries rose in volume as he picked up speed.
“Sam!”
“Avery, baby,” he groaned, but I didn’t lose his eyes as our bodies raced to the finish line.
There was no holding back as I ground and rolled my hips. Just as I was about to come, he changed the rhythm, making me bounce on his thick length. As I rode him, really rode him hard, keeping his gaze was close to impossible while I bounced on his cock.
“Sam, Daddy. Daddy! I’m, I’m…” I screamed out as my body shuddered over his. Milking Sam’s cock, pulling him in deeper and unfathomably deeper. Just as I thought I’d reached the height of my orgasm, I felt it.
An animalistic sound cut through the room and his teeth bit down on my collarbone as warmth shot deep inside of me.
His thick release exploded inside me, ribbon after ribbon of heat that only pushed my orgasm higher, or maybe it was a second one, I wasn’t sure.
Either way, it felt like I was slowly floating down back to my body.
Sam wrapped his arms around me and didn’t let go.
He settled me into him, making me feel safe and loved. Cared for.
Cherished.
Like I was finally where I belonged for the first time in my life.