“Wow.” Her eyes widen, and she looks at me as she moves again. “Wow, that’s…”
I start to move with her. “Right where I belong, Avery. Right here. Letting you break me down as I fill you up.”
I pump harder. Slow, deep strokes, pulling out almost all the way before driving back home and filling her completely. Her hips lift to meet me, and we find our rhythm like we were made for each other.
The wet, obscene sound of my cock sliding in and out of her soaking wet cunt fills the quiet room. The bed creaks beneath us as my balls clap against her ass. Our breathing twists together. Her fingers dig into my back as my hands scour her body, exploring every inch.
“You brought that coffee over to me just to get this, didn’t you?” I growl. Her arms tighten, causing her breasts to plump together. “You knew you’d break me down.”
“I wanted to know you,” she whispers, the heat from her body making me sweat. “But now…I want more.”
“Good,” I growl. “Take it all.”
I groan into her neck, claiming her body as mine fully. She’s so horny, writhing beneath me, wanting more and more. Being inside her is sublime. I can feel my walls coming down, my wiring short-circuiting.
No strings. No attachments. Nothing that could potentially land you behind bars.
I bury myself inside her and hold, looking down at her gorgeous face. It’s flushed, golden, and devastatingly beautiful, and I do something I never thought I would do.
I let my mantra die.
“Mine,” I growl into her mouth. “You’re mine, Avery.”
Her pussy clenches at my words, so tight I almost break. Her eyes are wet as she whispers, “Yes. Yours.”
I fuck her harder, faster, deeper. My hips drive forward with a force that pushes her up the mattress until I’ve got my hands on the headboard, using it as a brace.
She takes everything I have to give. Every rough thrust, every snarl, every growl of dirty talk that spills out of me. Just as I’ve taken her virginity and revealed the horny girl beneath the innocence, she’s revealed the man I’ve been hiding for eleven years.
“Come for me,” I tell her. “I want to feel you coming on my cock, Avery.”
She nods, and within seconds, she goes off.
Her back arches, and she locks down around me in clenching, milking waves, letting out a moan that twists into a scream. Her orgasm grips my cock with rhythmic pulses,squeezing tightly and flooding me with sensations I can’t withstand.
I bury myself to the root and join her.
My climax tears through me, starting at the base of my spine and causing my whole body to go rigid. Every muscle clenches. I spill inside her with thick, pulsing ropes, emptying my balls with everything I have to give.
My hips drive forward as I spasm with hard, involuntary thrusts that pin her to the mattress. My eyes clench shut as I say her name over and over like a prayer.
“Avery, Avery, Avery...”
“Chris,” she moans back as we twist together in mutual ecstasy.
Mine…mine…mine…
Finally, my orgasm starts to fade, and I collapse on top of her, both of us shaking and soaked with sweat. Her arms are locked around my neck, and her breathing is ragged.
But her heart pounds against my chest—or maybe that’s mine. There’s no telling where I end and she begins.
I am broken. Beautifully broken.
And it’s all because of her.
She passes out against my chest the way someone does when they feel safe. One moment she tracing the lines of my collarbone with a finger, and the next she’s tucked up against me, breathing deeply and calmly.
Right where she belongs.
