“Shh, just feel it, Averie. Let go for me. Let that pussy cream, queen,” he coaxed, his breath hot against my misty skin. His hands were firm on my thighs, holding me open, vulnerable to his exploration and worship.
And then, without warning, he sucked firmly on my clit. It was immediate and overwhelming, a sensation so intense it obliterated every train of thought. My back arched violentlytoward the ceiling, my nails slicing into his flesh painted with the intricate tattoos that snaked down to his waist.
“Sir! I’m cumming!” I cried out, my voice cracking to a shred of whisper with the force of my climax. He damn near had me speaking in tongues. Heat surged through me, wave after relentless wave, and for an endless moment, there was nothing but blinding, deafening pleasure. All I saw were stars.
As the world slowly pieced itself back together, I felt Sir’s lips press a tender kiss to the inside of my thigh. He paused to read the sacred scripture tattooed on the outside of my juicy right thigh. It was a verse about not giving in to temptation, which I’d proven I didn’t really live by.
A smile curled up one side of my full lips, even as my body trembled from the aftershocks. In that room, wrapped in blackened shadows and the heat of Sir’s steamy gaze, I knew I’d never been more undone and was okay with never being put back together again.
“I promise you… I’m that nigga, Averie. I plan on changing your life tonight.”
Chapter 4
Sir
Istood before Averie, my heart bucking against its reigns like the 808 basses of a trap song.
“You are everything I’ve ever wanted, Averie—only you. For way too long,” I declared, the words tumbling out raw and unfiltered.
With a swift motion, I stripped off my pants, revealing the canvas of my melanated skin and leaving me exposed and honest in a way that words could never achieve.
Averie’s gaze raked over me, her dark eyes wide and luminous in the room's dim light. The tattoos on my skin seemed to come alive under her inspection, as if she were trying to memorize them all. Each tracing glance sent an electric thrill through my body as I imagined she was touching me with her fingertips. I felt naked in more ways than one, baring not just my rock-hard body but my soul to her piercing gaze.
“I will never,everget enough of you,” I stated, the promise hanging between us, heavy with desire and the weight of unspoken confessions.
Her brown eyes reflected a mix of emotions: surprise, curiosity, and maybe even a touch of fear at the raw intensity I couldn’t seem to rein in. But there was also something else thatmade my pulse quicken and my mouth go dry with anticipation. Averie had always been the bold one who could spar with wits as sharply as any blade, but now the tables were turned, and it was my turn to lay it all out.
I wasn’t the gruff, guarded man I showed the world—not with her. She peeled back the layers and siphoned out the truth from me without a single question. And I felt the pressing urge to confess every hidden longing and silent prayer that had her name stitched into its seams. I felt like her open book.
“I’ve got a lot of shit to say, Averie,” I confessed. “Things I’ve kept locked up tight.” I stepped closer, closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating from her skin. “And I’m going to tell you every damn word.”
Averie’s lips parted as if she were about to speak, but no words came out. Instead, her eyes remained stationed on mine, seeking and searching for the honesty that laced my every syllable. It was a challenge to spill the secrets that danced on the tip of my tongue; a dare to continue. I wasn’t soft, nor did I back down from a dare.
“Starting with how much I want you,” I murmured, the hunger in my tone mirrored by the tightening coil of need in the pit of my stomach. “Right here, right now, tomorrow, and every day after.”
I hovered above Averie, the warmth from her body reeling me closer. I resisted the urge to claim her in a single, desperate motion. The moment was about savoring, rediscovering every inch of her. My lips found hers, tender at first, then plunging into a depth that spoke volumes of pent-up yearning. Averie’s hands cradled my face, her fingertips tracing the beard along my jaw with a familiarity that sent a shiver down my spine.
I reluctantly tore my mouth away from hers, gazing into her wide brown eyes as I whispered, “I’ve imagined this a thousand times, but I need more. I want to taste every part of you.”
My lips descended upon her throat, exploring the expanse of her caramel skin with gentle kisses that grew increasingly passionate. A soft moan escaped her as my tongue traced the delicate lines of her neck, seeking that one sweet spot that would unravel her. When I found it, sucking lightly, she arched beneath me, a groan of raw need spilling from her lips.
She purred. “Mmm, shit.”
“Your nipples…” I breathed against her glowing skin, my tone thick with desire. “They’re perfect, Averie. They’re mine now, only mine.”
Her chest heaved against me. “Nobody else, Sir. Only you,” she promised, her voice laced with the weight of our unspoken pact. I was sure she wouldn’t break it.
The air between us popped with anticipation, the room charged with the electricity of our merger. As I worshiped her body with an admiration reserved only for her, we both understood that it was just the beginning. My fingers trailed lower, my touch deliberate as I navigated the contours of Averie’s body. I could feel the heat radiating from her, the anticipation building like a pre-thunderstorm charge in the summer air. My fingers paused at the top of her pubic bone, waiting to go lower.
“And what about this, Averie? Is this mine now too? Even if it is in secret?” My words were ragged with need, my eyes locked onto hers, demanding an answer.
Averie’s eyelids fluttered open, her gaze smoldering into mine. As my fingers slipped between her thighs, finally sinking into her tight, wet heat, her lips parted to release a breath steeped in surrender. “Yes, Sir. My pussy, all of me, is yours forever.”
The words hit me like a shot of cheap cognac—straight and potent. I savored them, even as I started to move my fingers inside her, slow and purposeful. My fingers curled, learning thevelvet walls that clenched around them, memorizing how she liked to be touched and fucked. Every shift of her hips, every soft whimper, and every gasp were notes in a symphony I was determined to master.
I watched as her body responded with an indicative clench of her thighs, her muscles tensing and releasing in a dance of pleasure. She made little sounds, barely audible expressions of bliss, that I’d come to crave more than anything. I skillfully moved my hands like a video game controller, knowing just when to press, when to retreat, and when to curl my fingers to send her spiraling toward ecstasy once again.
“God, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful like this,” I whispered. It was so quiet it sounded as though the words were uttered for her ears only. I locked in, focused entirely on her andourmoment. “I’m going to beat that pussy up so fuckin’ good.”
