I’d stolen her from a client that needed her as a fake date when I was the one who truly wanted her in every way imaginable—nothing fake about it. Not as a transaction. Not as blackmail. Not in the way everyone else who had walked into her life wanted her for. I wanted her asmine—to cherish.
“I’ve been thinking about this, about seeing you underneath your clothes.” Her hands ran up my thighs, her thumbs brushing against my aching cock, making the hair on my arms stand straight.
“What goes through your mind when you think about me, Bella?”
“I think about how big I know you are because I’ve felt you grind against me and I’ve gripped you in the palm of my hand through your pants. I think about all the ways I could make you feel good while you sit back and take it all in.” Her dainty hands crept up my chest, fiddling with the top button on my shirt.
I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about her on her knees for me with the sinful red lips she wore every time she dressed up. The same lip color she had on now.
Taking this next step, letting go with each other, it felt like it could be justus. Like she was agreeing to let me take care of her problems, and in return, she was taking care of me. We were entering new territory that was just her and I with no worries of other men in the picture.
“Does my size worry you at all?”
She popped two more buttons, exposing the dusting of hair between my pecs.
“It excites me.” Her tongue reached out, licking her lips, as she effortlessly unfastened the rest of the buttons on my shirt.
My stomach tightened at the feel of her nails scraping down my chest, over every indent of my core, all the way down to the leather of my belt.
Her fingers toyed with my belt buckle, ripping it from the loops in my pants—fast and desperate. The warmth of her lips pressed just below my navel drove me fucking insane with how close she was to my cock.
When she unbuttoned my slacks, my hips lifted in response. She got to work tearing them down my legs, leaving me halfnaked in my boxer briefs and dress shirt. Her lips grazed along my stomach once again. This time, her tongue traveled all the way up my abs, to my neck, and stopped just below my ear lobe.
“I’m going to need to take this off too,” she whispered, slipping my shirt back, and running her fingernails all the way down my arms.
“Come here.” I grabbed the base of her neck, needing her lips on mine.
A gasp fell from her lips before we collided, our tongues dancing across each other’s, the moment between us growing hot and heavy fast. Avery wrapped her fingers through my hair, dipping her tongue into my mouth after each and every bruising kiss I pressed against her lips.
Each little moan that escaped her mouth caused my cock to jolt, anticipating the way it would feel sliding up and down my length.
She ripped her mouth away from mine.
“Spencer you’re so … God, you’re so sexy.” Her breaths were heavy as her eyes wandered over my bare stomach, the art covering my arm, and the small patch of hair that led to my hard cock barely hidden beneath my briefs.
“Get back on your knees for me, baby. I can’t take another moment of not knowing what those red lips look like wrapped around me.” I gripped my length over my boxers, squeezing hard to inflict a small amount of pain. I refused to come the second her lips touched me.
Lowering back to her knees, her tongue peeked out with her eyes glued to my hand.
“Mind moving that out of the way?” She smirked, and my hand released, obeying her command.
“You’re so damn big.” She lowered her mouth to my cock, peppering kisses along my covered length. “So, hard...” Hertongue shot out, licking me from base to tip through the fabric. “Mm, I can’t wait to taste you, Daddy.”
I could feel her warm breath tickle my balls through my briefs, and it was going to take a fucking miracle not to come just watching her tease me.
“Slide my boxers down and wrap those pretty red lips around me,” I gritted through a clenched jaw.
Her fingers eagerly hooked around my waistband, her seductive gaze dropping from mine the moment my cock freed. With my length at full mast, aching for release, her mouth popped open, ready to take me in.
“Fill your mouth with me, baby.” I nodded my head down toward my erection.
With my cock stretched up my stomach, she pushed my legs open to get closer. Her piercing blue eyes glanced up at me while I watched her tongue drop from her mouth and swipe against my balls.
So fucking sensitive.
“Fuck, yes,” I hissed.
With her mouth warming my balls, her hand gripped my girth. The feel of her fingers wrapped around my skin had me begging for more.
