A tremor shook her.
“Yes, do it. Fuck me.” Need laced her words, but she was powerless to deny the desperation driving her toward something she couldn’t comprehend. “Avery, I…”
His invading fingers slipped away, leaving her empty and aching as he braced on his forearms and settled between her thighs. Instinct kicked in, and she spread her legs wider, desperate for him to fill the void, to feed the flames. She wanted to burn.
“Look at me.” His gravelly whisper breached the veil of euphoria clouding her brain.
When she opened her eyes, they locked on his. Dark. Wicked. A hint of a challenge.
“This what you want?” The head of his cock probed the entrance of her pussy, and for a second, panic threatened to overshadow all the delicious feelings he’d brought to life
Last chance to save yourself.
“Fuck, Legs. I’m so hard for you.” Teeth nipped at her lips. Splayed fingers framed her face. “Beautiful, so beautiful.”
His lips brushed hers—hot, sweet, reassuring—and hushed the warning voice in her head with the sweep of his tongue. His mouth possessed hers in a slow fuck, his tongue curling around hers as his dick slowly penetrated her, its girth much bigger than the two fingers he’d fucked her with moments ago.
He groaned. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
He gripped the back of her thigh and drew it higher until her knee rode his ribs. His dick inched deeper.
They moaned in unison.
So good. Why the fuck had she waited so long?
Eager for more, she hooked her other leg over his hip and gained another inch, this time not so good. She hissed against the burning pressure.
“Jesus, fuck, Jo, fuck…fuck.” Avery growled and rocked back.
“Don’t stop!” She locked her legs around his ass, recovering the length he’d retreated. A delicious friction as his pubic bone met her clit masked the pain with pleasure, eliciting another moan.
“Jo…wait…don’t fucking move. You’re really small. I don’t want to hurt you.”
His concern pricked her conscience, but lust was driving her now. She needed to move, needed him to move. She needed whatever was waiting for her on the other side of one more thrust.
She squirmed, and her pussy clenched. His hips jerked, cramming her full of his cock. Pain seared through her, hot and sharp, eliciting a gasp.
It’s done. You can’t get it back.
He peered down at her. “Jo?”
Tell him. Tell him the truth.
“I’m fine.” She smoothed her hands as the discomfort subsided. “Don’t disappoint me now, fuckboy.”
Ducking his head on a low growl, he slanted his lips over hers and matched the frantic fucking of their tongues with the powerful pistoning strokes of his dick. Every plunge forward scraped that inner knot of nerves and ground his pubic boneagainst her clit, shoving her closer to the raging inferno. Around and around, closer and closer.
Oh. My. God.
A burst of pleasure, white-hot and mind-shattering, unfurled from her core and blazed through her body. Her muscles locked. A feral keening cry escaped from her throat, only to be smothered by Avery’s relentless kiss. As relentless as his fucking.
Wave after fiery wave crashed over her. She’d never burned so hot. Never lost herself so thoroughly. Never felt so alive.
And just when she felt the cooling fingers of reality creeping in, his thrusts shortened and quickened. Little sparks of pleasure erupted, licking every nerve and drawing her back to the flames.
He slammed deep. His body tensed. He threw back his head, and a low roar that sounded almost painful echoed in her humming ears. His dick pulsed, shooting hot jets of cum into the condom as he plunged into the fire with her.
Jo floated until the last spasm passed, and her body melted into the mattress. Avery’s head dipped, resting next to hers. His weight settled, and she welcomed the closeness, the comfort, the dreamy state where nothing else mattered. Not the pressures of day-to-day survival. Not her crazy family. Not the stalker. It was just her and Avery.
