“Fuck me,” she pleaded.
Instead of ramming my cock into her, I pressed my face against her pussy, licking and teasing her into a frenzy. She was panting and whimpering, her legs spread, her pussy wet and begging for my cock. I licked her slit once more, grabbed her ass, and spread her legs wider. Then I angled and rammed into her, that tight little pussy taking every inch of me.
She cried out as my thick cock rammed into her again. I didn’t fuck her slowly; I grabbed her ass, arching her up against me, then tangled a hand in her hair as I jackhammered into her. Avery’s cries echoed around my office in time to my thrusts. Her pussy clenched around me, and I came inside her as she cried out her orgasm.
“Shit,” Avery said after a moment. “That fulfilled like every fantasy I have ever had about you.”
I kissed her and helped her off the desk. “You came on to me,” I reminded her.
“Yeah, but I had to do something so you wouldn’t be tempted by the stripper during your bachelor party!”
* * *
While I was looking forwardto being married to Avery, I wasn’t so much enjoying all the hurdles we had to cross to get there.
“You need to come to Harrogate Friday night,” my brother Remy said on the phone when I answered. “We’re going turkey hunting, and we’re starting early.”
“I feel like this is just a waste of time,” I complained.
“It’s tradition.”
“I thought it was tradition to go out drinking and then hire a stripper or go out into the desert and shoot guns if you wanted a more wholesome bachelor party.”
The phone line was silent for a moment.
“You want to go back out to the desert?” Remy asked.
“Well, no, I guess not,” I admitted.
“And do you really want to start your marriage off on the wrong foot by having a stripper over to the home that you and Avery live in together?”
I sighed. “No, of course not, though technically I believe it is the custom to rent a very expensive hotel suite and have the stripper go there.”
“No stripping in my hotels!” Archer yelled in the distance. “My hotels are classy establishments.”
“Hunting will be fun,” my oldest brother coaxed.
“We’re taking a literal battalion of people. We aren’t going to catch anything. One of us is probably going to be shot.”
“That’s not the point. We’re going to be in nature and have family together time.”
57
Avery
“Have fun on your boys’ weekend,” I teased Blade that Friday evening.
“I hate leaving you here alone,” he said, pulling me to him and kissing me.
“I’m going to be out with my buds,” I told him. “Even if my sister is coming, along with my grandmother and her friends, because, I don’t know, apparently my life is a disaster. But you know what?” I said, clapping my hands. “That’s okay! I’m going to bachelorette it up and enjoy my night and early morning of debauchery on the town.”
“No strippers,” Blade growled, pulling me back toward him and crushing his mouth to mine.
“I am super close to simply canceling the bachelorette party and spending all weekend in bed with you,” I whispered against his mouth.
“Don’t tempt me.” His hands roamed down to cup my ass. “I will, however, make it up to you when I get back.”
“Don’t hurt any bunnies!”
