Page 62 of Tears of Gold

I clear my voice. “Right, so here . . . are the basics of the . . . debate.” I gasp as she finds my hardening cock, her hand closing firmly around me. I chew on my fist to stifle a moan.

“You were saying?” Her lips twitch as she watches my face closely—little fiend.

More than my stutter makes it hard to speak. “You just need to . . . review the couple of t-texts I’ve listed and remember to—”

She strokes, and I grab the seat to keep my mind anchored on urban development and utilities when my body has an entirely different kind of flow in mind.

“Quote Uly Porla, and, ah, write it out in y-your own words—” She tucks her fingers under my aching balls, and I whimper. “Shit, Ava! What are you t-trying to do to me?”

Mischievous light twinkles in her hazel eyes, lightening the green rims of her irises. “Hmm. I think I was doing homework?”

I tilt my head back and close my eyes with a groan as she plays me like a fiddle, massaging sparks into a raging furnace. Sweat trickles down my neck as my body vibrates in pleasure.

She bats her gorgeous eyes at me, smirking. “So, I need to look up these texts at the library?”

“Mmhm.” Who knew she could be so flirty? My cock pulses under her fingers as she strokes me hard, and I can’t think straight.

“Okay.” Her hand disappears, and her body under my leg shifts.

I miss her touch immediately.“What? Where are you g-going?” I huff, desire pounding hard as my heartbeat.

“To the library,” she says with a grin.

I grab her hand. “You’re . . . not going anywhere, little m-minx! Finish what you started!”

She tosses her head back and laughs. “Alright, but not until you return to bed and stop doing other people’s coursework.”

I throw the book and paper on the low table and open my arms to her. “I’ve been . . . in bed for days. Here is g-good, I promise.”

She kneels on the ground next to me. “Well, if you’re sure.”

I draw her face toward me and kiss the stuffing out of her, trying to slake my thirst for touch on her plush mouth. She kneads my dick through my pants with one hand while our lips mesh and she’s hot and gasping as much as I am before I release her.

My growing hunger for her swells, ice and fire burning hot through my groin. The back of my throat betrays me with a deep whimper. Fuck, this woman turns me into a mewling kitten!

And I love it.

Ava draws my pants down and trails her soft fingertips over my shaft, watching as I jerk against her touch. She’s fascinated by it, and that’s the sexiest thing. Pent up need turns to physical need so strong it’s painful, shooting through me, begging for release.

“Stop teasing me, w-woman,” I growl, lifting my hips.

With a smile, she takes my cock into her mouth. Her warm saliva and flexible tongue drive me onwards, and I arch against her, groaning at the exquisite tug of her mouth against my cock.

I need more of her. Sliding lower on the couch, I wrap my hand around her closest leg, pulling her thighs apart. I twist around the edge of her panties and slide my hand straight into the warm embrace of her pussy with a moan.

The most satisfying gasp springs from her throat as I sink deep. Her moans compound my inner pressure, and I roll onto my side to reach her better with my other hand, stroking her soft black hair as she pleasures me. With a wrist-twisting effort, I find her pearl with my thumb, and she opens her knees with a whimper, seeking more.

I love this girl so much. The way she wants me and accepts my touch is so fucking beautiful.

I move my hand faster, and she goes rigid with delight, her mouth freezing. For a minute, her heavy panting stifles even her moans. Shit, she’s close, and so am I.

Suddenly, a knock sounds at the door, and it creaks open. “My lord—”

I can’t see Vanrey, but Ava looks up and blushes scarlet.

“Excuse me,” he says and promptly shuts the door.

“Holy shit!” Ava presses a hand to her mouth. She looks at me, her eyes wide as we lock gazes in stunned silence.