Holding onto her calves, I thrusted my hips forward, shooting my tip to the back of her throat. The strokes weren’t slow, and there was no easing myself in.
“Fuuuck,” I grunted, watching my cock disappear.
Her fingers trailed up my legs, grabbing ahold of my ass.
Growing more erratic, I plunged my cock harder, holding it in her throat long enough that her breathing started to change.
With no slap on my legs, I trusted that she could handle it.
“Close,” I gritted out. The hair on the back of my neck started to rise, and my body began breaking out in a sheen of sweat. I could feel the urge to come traveling through me, especially having her in this position.
Bringing my hips back, I opened up Avery’s airway enough that she could take a breath before swallowing me again when I went back in for more.
When her hands traveled along my ass, and lightly down my crack, where no other woman had been brave enough to touch me before, it only brought my orgasm closer.
“Dirty fucking girl,” I groaned, choking her with my cock one last time. Her kinky, featherlight touch did me over. My hot white cum shot down her throat, this orgasm feeling completely different from any other I’d experienced before.
“Fuck. Yes, Avery. Taste all of me.” My legs shook with each drop that spilled out.
Feeling weak, I slipped my cock from her mouth, watching her lick her lips as she savored the taste of me.
Before I sat down, I took in the vision of Avery out of breath and flipped upside down on the couch. I made a mental note to have her naked next time. She was a fucking ten in my T-shirt, but the thought of her tits bouncing back and forth as I fucked her throat would be a sight to see, and one hell of a dream.
“That might be the hottest thing I have ever experienced.” Avery pulled herself up and straddled my lap.
“You’re telling me,” I panted, still out of breath.
“That has to be a lie. A man with as much experience as you...” Her eyebrow perked up in disbelief.
It was obvious that she had no idea the way she made me feel. Or how much of a match made in fucking heaven she was for me.
“Avery, even with your clothes on, I can say that was the best goddamn head I’ve ever had in all of my forty years. Your mouth was made for my cock.”
She tugged on her lip, looking bashful at my compliment.
“Come on, let me make you some hot tea for your throat.” I winked.
Standing up, she hugged her hands around my neck and clung to my naked torso. I pulled her up into my arms so her legs were wrapped around my back.
As I walked into the kitchen with Avery attached to me, naked, comfortable, my clothes thrown around, knowing she would be in my bed tonight … I knew this was a feeling that I needed to fight to keep. I needed her to fully belong to me. Not her ex. Not the internet. Not some scum of the earth strangers that she met at the bar that her ex wanted her to fuck around with.
She wasmine.
The automatic shadeshummed as they began to rise, and when the sunshine started to creep in, it stirred me awake.
It had to be an ungodly hour in the morning.
If there was one thing I’d learned about Spencer, he was an early riser. The man didn’t need an alarm clock. Just window coverings that rose at six on the dot every morning—even on the weekends.
The last couple of weeks had been a whirlwind. What used to be evenings spent with a new client every night were now consumed in Spencer’s bed. Dare I say it was beginning to feel …normal?It felt exactly how I imagined my life would always feel. How I wanted it.
Days working at the pool. Nights tangled up in Egyptian cotton sheets. All the time in between being spent with my girls, or on a date with Spencer, lost in one another like we were teenagers.
The simple things in life that lead to happiness.
The simplicity I’d only ever seen in movies and never experienced in real life.
I’d barely been back to Ol’ Red to even know if she was still standing in that run-down RV park. Every night when it came time to go to bed, I offered to leave, but Spencer looked at me like I was crazy for offering to give him space.
