Her eyes opened, along with her mouth. “Fuck me, please,” she whimpered.
“Spit.” I held my hand in front of her mouth.
Making direct eye contact with me through the mirror, her cheeks hallowed, and her spit filled my palm.
“Good girl.” I used her spit to coat my cock, rubbing the tip along her center.
She was soaked for me all over again.
Avery braced herself, using the counter for leverage. Pushing her ass back, her pussy searched for my length. Eager. Desperate. Just as in need of me as I was for her.
I was a greedy man, and there were two images I desperately needed etched into my brain. The urge to watch both my cock enter her but also watch the look on her face as she took my size.
Choosing the latter, I lined my head up perfectly to her wet slit.
“Just tell me if it’s too much, baby.”
She nodded.
Slipping into her little by little, I watched as her jaw dropped, and her stomach caved in. A sweet moan slipped from her lips, and I shared a low grunt of my own. Her pussy gripped me with every inch that vanished between her legs.
“Jesus Christ. So tight.”
“So big,” she whispered in a sultry voice.
My full length was buried inside of her from root to tip. “Holy shit. Don’t fucking move.” I let out a heavy breath. “I just need a moment. You’re squeezing the hell out of me.”
Jesus, she was stunning. Looking at me with heady eyes, her perky tits pressed together between her arms, and her face void of any makeup.
It was the first time my cock felt like it was being owned—like it belonged to this woman. Feelings I couldn’t quite explain built up inside of me every time her and I were intimate. Everything feltdifferentwith her. The way she kissed me. The way our sexual chemistry was so goddamn explosive even before we had ever done anything with one another.
Lacing my fingers around the base of her neck, the tattoo on my hand reflected back at me. I squeezed her throat just enough to get a good grip on her and see how she’d react.
“Yes,” she sighed.
So responsive.
With my free hand, I felt the weight of her breast in my palm, toying with her nipple in between my fingers.
“Look at you, Bella.” I pinched her nipple a little bit tighter. “Are you ready for me to own you?” I grunted in her ear.
“Yes, Daddy. Make me yours.”
That little request of hers had me losing all control.
Pulling my cock just a couple of inches from her heat, I slammed back into her. Repeating the process with a couple of hard thrusts, followed by a slow push. My hand gripped her throat, and I watched her as she gasped for air between each manic moan.
“Do you like the way my cock feels filling you up?” I grunted between slaps of my body against hers.
“Yes. Yes.”
“Do you like it when I’m a little rough with you?” I squeezed a bit harder, fucking her with a little more aggression.
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
I didn’t want to. The last thing I wanted was to rip my body apart from hers.
There wasn’t a more perfect feeling in the world. She had the ability to make me forget everything else that took up space in my mind. When I was with her, it was just the two of us. In this bubble we’d built, Jackson’s problems didn’t exist, any stress from work disappeared, Avery never had to deal with a shitty ex, and her beautiful body was for my eyes only—it didn’t live on the internet for anyone to see.
