Yup, that would do it.
Her praise triggered my hips to buck forward. Begging for her hand to creep lower.
As if she worked her way into my every thought, her fingers slid beneath my waistband, meeting my rock-hard cock.
“Mmm … Looks like I’m not the only one turned on.”
“Fuuuck,” I grunted as she rolled her thumb over the precum coating my tip.
With her hands roaming over my length, my insides stirred, driving me mad.
My mouth worked down her body. Biting, kissing, devouring her, and dragging my tongue over every inch until I hit the fabric of her leggings.
The further I worked my lips, the farther away my cock separated from her grip—completely slipping from the warmth of her hands.
As badly as I craved her touch, I needed to get the rest of our clothes off.
Before I worked on my pants, I cupped her pussy through the black fabric.
“So wet. Even through your clothes.”
My digits ran over her dampness, locating her clit like it was a target. She squirmed in my hands as if she was already on edge, ready to come.
“Up,” I demanded with my fingers already hooked in her waistband.
Her hips shot up, and I tore the rest of her clothing from her body, leaving her bare.
“My good girl,” I groaned, standing up and making work of my own pants. “Spread your legs for me, baby. Let me see what’s mine.”
With her hands back on her tits, her legs dropped open, and mother of fucking God was it a sight to see.
“You’re glistening for me, Avery.” I swallowed thickly.
Fuck. I could slip right in and bury myself in her heat. But I wanted to taste her on my tongue. I wanted to feel her squeeze my fingers as she came. I wanted Avery in every way possible.
“You look parched. What are you going to do to me, Daddy?”
I shook my head.
“Jesus, Avery. You’re fucking delectable.” My heart pounded as I stepped through my briefs and tossed them to the side.
With my heavy cock resting in my hand, I stroked myself, watching as she rolled over her pretty little nipples.
“Touch yourself, Avery.”
“I am,” she said coyly with a smile tugging her lips.
“Lower.” My eyes traveled down to her soaked pussy.
“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned as her hand lowered down her stomach.
When she reached that sweet spot between her legs, her eyes shifted away.
“Eyes on me, Bella. You’ll look me in the eye while you slip your fingers over that wet cunt of yours,” I ordered.
Her eyes connected with mine, her cheeks on fire.
Everything about her was fucking perfect. Spread eagle on my bedroom floor with one hand palming her tit and the other diving into her center. Her eyes were heavy as she continued to touch herself, and the only time her eyes dropped were when they fell to my hand, jerking my cock.
