She’d been in such a stupor yesterday and thought the size of Avery’s dick was a figment of a fantasy. But this wasn’t a fantasy. Neither was the fear battling for control while the walls of her pussy contracted, as if to assure her it was all good and, “Yeah, you wantevery fucking inch.”
Jo dragged her gaze up the line of fine hair, over the expanse of his sculpted chest, to a smile that melted her fear. She crooked a finger. “I’ll accept that challenge.”
A chuckle died on his lips as he tore open a condom and rolled it down his dick. Fuck, she hadn’t even thought about protection. She’d been tested after catching Chase with Chelsea, but Avery was…a ho.
“This is probably a bad time to ask,” she murmured, “but you have a lot of…experience, and I… Do we need to have a conversation?”
“I’m careful if that’s what you’re asking.” He thumbed the latex-covered slit. “And I donate blood regularly.”
Of course, he does. Just one more chink in his bad boy image.
Heart pounding, she scooted lengthwise up the bed and held her breath as his knee hit the bed.
“Stop thinking. Just feel.” His heated gaze traveled the length of her body, lingering on her breasts. A tingle zipped from her nipples through her abdomen to her pussy, spiraling, building, eager for his next move and for Saturday night’s fake fucking to become reality.
And oh god, this was no fantasy. The hard body covering hers and the knee slicing between her thighs was fucking real.The firm hand skimming her ribs and flattening over her breast was, too.
Fear crept back in. This was it. There was no going back.
“The man who takes your virginity will also take your heart.”
Not now, Grandma.
Besides, he’ll only take a small piece. I’ve survived worse.
One hand on her hip pinned her in place. The other braced his weight as he zeroed in on her breast. A breath caught in her throat at the first rasp of his tongue across her nipple, and a cry forced the trapped air from her lungs as he closed his scorching hot mouth over the peak and sucked.
Fisting both hands in the thick hair at his nape, she arched into his mouth and breathed, “Avery.”
He hummed an answer, sending a vibration through her that fueled her already insane lust. She wriggled her hips, grinding her pussy against the carved grooves of his abs, but the hand on her hip pressed her into the mattress, denying the friction she craved.
“Please.” Jo had no idea what she was begging for. She only knew the hunger that burned inside her needed fed.
He nuzzled his way through the valley between her breasts and up the other peak. “Not yet.”
But as he took the sensitive tip in his mouth to repeat the sweet torture, his hand lost interest in her hip and ghosted over her belly. He dipped a finger into the curls at the top of her folds.
Her hips bucked. “Yes.”
He groaned. “You’re so wet for me.”
Wet? I’m fucking soaked.“I’m ready.”
“Not yet.” His teeth grazed the underneath of her breast, his tongue laving to sooth the bites.
“Yes, yet.”
He chuckled. “You can’t rush perfection.”
His finger glided over her swollen clit, and a shock of heat, like little sparks crackling and trying to find the air to breathe, stole the air from her lungs. Another pass and the world spun as more tiny flames danced down her thighs. “Oh, god.”
Tightening the hold on his hair, Jo flattened her feet against the bed and rolled her hips, seeking relief. He grunted something she couldn’t make out for the drumming in her ears and diverted his finger to her slick opening. One knuckle deep, then two, the slow penetration drawing a moan, his withdrawal a whimper.
A second finger thickened his entry, stretching her inner walls, luring her deeper into a chasm of fire. The rhythmic in-out of his fingers and the hard suction at her breast drove her to the brink of ecstasy.
The suction lessened, his teeth catching her nipple in a quick, sharp bite before his mouth scaled higher. His breath, warm against her skin, sent shivers back to her pouting nipples as it continued its climb toward the crook of her neck.
“Your pussy feels like hot, wet silk.” His filthy words drove her closer to the edge. “I want that silky cunt sucking my dick.”
