“I want to watch…”
The thought of Ava watching him fuck Trey was more than he could take. He pushed to his feet and began unbuttoning his shorts.
“Take off your shorts,” he instructed.
Ava lifted her hips, shucking her shorts and panties quickly before lying back and spreading her legs again. She planted her little white tennis shoes on the edge of the crate, offering herself up to him.
He’d never seen anything quite so exquisite.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he growled. “I need that pussy.”
She giggled. “Then you better take it.”
Magnus gripped her behind her knees and pulled her toward the edge.
“Put your legs over my shoulders,” he said, pushing her knees toward her chest.
Ava draped her legs over his shoulders and gripped the blanket beneath her.
“Don’t let me hurt you, Ava. I want you so fuckin’ bad right now,” he warned as he leaned forward and planted one hand beside her head. He guided his cock into her sweet cunt with the other, groaning as her heat enveloped him.
He sank to the hilt and planted his hand on the other side of her head, holding himself up with his arms. He retreated slowly, then drove his hips down, filling every inch of her. Her eyes glittered in the shadows as she held his stare. Magnus couldn’t look away as he claimed the one woman he’d wanted for so long, he couldn’t remember anyone else.
Sensation took over. Magnus fucked her hard, impaling her with rough thrusts of his hips. Ava moaned and sighed as his hips bumped up and down, his cock sinking in deep before retreating.
“Don’t let me hurt you,” he repeated.
“You’re not, Magnus. Fuck. Me. Harder.”
Ah, hell. Those words from that innocent mouth… It did him in. He couldn’t stop himself, hammering away at her tight pussy until he felt the electrical storm brewing in his spine. His balls drew up close to his body as he fought for one more delicious thrust, and then another and another until he was panting, sweat trickling down his neck and back.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” he barked gruffly. “I’m gonna fill this beautiful pussy.”
Ava cried out, and there was no way it wasn’t heard from outside, but Magnus didn’t give a shit. He followed her right over, spurting deep inside her until he was replete, both body and mind.
“Fuck, I love you,” he whispered as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers.
She kissed him back. “I love you, too.”
He lifted his head, his cock still buried deep inside her. “Do you?”
“I do, Magnus. With all that I am.” Ava smiled, and it was the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen.
***
Despite the fact Ava had to tendto an injured animal, which broke her heart, she felt as though she was walking on a cloud for the rest of the day.
She still couldn’t believe that Trey had fingered her in the laundry room, then made a game out of it by telling her what he intended to do to Magnus. He’d warned her that Magnus would come searching for her, and she’d been banking on that when she slipped into the equipment shed only to have him blow her mind.
She’d never felt quite this … free. That seemed like the right word. Trey and Magnus gave her something she’d never had before. They made her feel beautiful and sexy and wanted.
Now, as she waited with Arbuckle, a five-year-old golden retriever who, according to his records, had been coming to the camp for nearly two years, she let those memories fill her with warmth while she cuddled and petted the sweet dog. Arbuckle was one of their most rambunctious clients, hopping around, playing in the water every chance he got. That’s why Ava had noticed that something was wrong this morning when she found him curled up against the wall while all the other dogs chased each other around the yard.
His owner was on the way, and Ava wanted to be there when she came in. Mrs. Arbuckle—that’s what Ava was calling her since she kept forgetting her name—hadn’t been all that worried when Ava called her, but she did finally give her approval for Ava to call the vet. Granted, that was only after Ava had told her they would pay for it.
“Don’t worry, sweet boy,” Ava crooned softly. “The vet said you’d be good as new in a day or two. I just wish I knew how you hurt yourself.”
The vet said it was only a slight strain and nothing that wouldn’t heal if he stayed off it for a few days. He gave Ava some pain medication, along with a sheet of paper detailing how to treat a strain, and told her to follow the directions. He said the pain medication was more to keep him calm since golden retrievers were known to be rambunctious. He’d then administered one of the pills, and since then, Arbuckle had been sprawled out with a little doggy smile on his face.
