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Her arms came up and wrapped around my neck, pulling me down until her back was against the rock. I moved over her as best I could, maintaining my lip-lock. I couldn’t touch her. I had to keep both hands on the rock in order to hold myself up. So I rocked my pelvis against her, letting her know I was ready. That I needed her just as much as she needed me.
But it wasn’t enough.
I pulled her up and walked us down to the dock. The moonlight glistened on the water. I guided her to a lounger. I sat and she straddled my hips, our mouths catching up exactly where they’d left off.
She devoured me, kissing me so intensely, I was positive the Absinthe had affected her more than I’d thought.
With one sweeping movement, her hands found the hem of my shirt and whipped it off my body. Leaning down, she sucked one of my already hard nipples into her warm, wet mouth. The temperature had dropped, but that didn’t stop her actions zinging through my body, delivering an ache to my cock.
She paid my other nipple the same attention, and all I could do was let my head fall back as she kissed and nipped my torso. When her hands found my
belt, I snapped my head up.
My belt clinked when she pulled the two strips of leather away from each other and attacked the button of my jeans. Next, my zipper was down and she was reaching inside my boxer briefs.
She stroked me, looking at me with those eyes. In the moonlight, they looked purple.
I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a condom.
She smiled. “You came prepared.”
“Actually, I raided Ben’s bathroom.”
“Good thinking.” In a surprising move, she bit my bottom lip and pulled it between her teeth.
It was sexy as hell, and the urgency in which she needed me made my cock swell. Even more than she did on a normal day.
I tugged at the waist of her jeans. “Take these off.”
She stood, the blanket still wrapped around her as she pulled them down along with her underwear then returned to her position straddling my hips.
I positioned the blanket so it covered all of her body. Just in case someone across the lake was playing late-night voyeur. She sank down on my cock, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I might be invading her body, but she was invading my soul.
She rode me in a steady rhythm, building everything inside me to the breaking point. I knew I would break, and I wasn’t talking about an orgasm. It would only be a matter of time before the walls I’d erected crumbled to the ground.
Right now, this moment, was perfection. My mouth on her tits. Her hands in my hair. My cock inside her pussy. It was magic and romance, and all of the things you read about. Only it was real. As real as anything I’d ever felt before.
With a few more gyrations, she shuddered in my arms, her pussy contracting around me. The tightening of her walls set me off, but I held it. I watched as she came, her head thrown back in abandon, her breath heavy against my face. When she slowly opened her eyes, she looked down, hugging me closer to her body.
Her mouth found my ear and she whispered, “Your turn.”
She rode me faster, and it didn’t take long. I erupted within seconds.
Every time with Everly felt like the sunrise. Even in darkness, she was always the shimmer of light in my world, bringing me hope. For the future. For my choices. For a life that might one day be my own.
Chapter 26
Everly
When I had agreed to accompany Max to the World War Cock wrap party at his father’s house, I wasn’t sure what to expect.
I was guided through the kitchen toward the backyard, which was eight times the size of mine.
Where I expected seedy, I got bright and lavish. Where I expected naked bodies and bodily fluids, I got tailored suits and clean-shaven skin.
I had brought my own stereotypes with me, and the reality was nothing like I’d expected. Which seemed to be my recurring catchphrase every time I learned something about Max Levin.
As I looked around, I was shocked at the number of women who, if I applied a little more makeup and paid attention to all the girly things, I would look just like. They were young, nothing fake about them—except for maybe their nails.
