Page 168 of Love You Wild


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Stars burst in my vision the second he fixes it over me, and I shoot up, trying to clamp my legs together and rip him off me. “Is that the seventh setting?” I gasp out as Avery holds me back with his hand on my chest, not letting me get anywhere near that tiny, deceiving toy.

His chuckle is dark and devious as he kisses the inside of my knee. “Oh, baby…no.”

I slap a palm across my mouth to stifle the scream the rips its way up my throat as the pulsing, the sucking, gets more intense. “Avery!” I reach for his hand but he captures mine, holding it tight as he presses on the toy a third time. And then a fourth. And a fifth. And a sixth. And holy fucking hell, I’m coming.

I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming.

My head tips backwards and my mouth opens. I’m not sure what comes out of it. It sure as hell isn’t words, just a bunch of garbled sounds and pleas. Pleas for what, I’m not sure. To stop? To never stop? I have no idea what I’m asking for, but I don’t think I’ve ever come so soon or so violently in my life. And Avery hasn’t even put his hands on me yet.

“Shit, Claire. That took you all of fifteen seconds.” He pulls the toy off me, giving me a much-needed break. “I’m not stopping ’til you hit five.”

“Five what?”

“Five orgasms.”

“Five?” Five like that? No. I’ll die. I. will. die. “Avery, no. That’s…that’s too much. Like that. I can’t.” My head shakes furiously. “No.”

“You can and you will.”

“Avery, I—oh fuuuck.” The words come out a strangled, choking mess when Avery fixes the toy back on my cramping clit. “Down, down, down,” I cry. “Please, turn it down.”

I suck in a breath like it’s my first one in minutes, or maybe my last, and release it with a sigh when the vibration goes from absolutely detonating to just mildly eruptive.

My eyes snap open with a gasp when Avery’s fingers dive inside—three of them—pumping slowly.

“Fuck me, Claire,” he groans, nipping at the juncture of my thigh. “You’re fucking drenched. So hot. So wet. You like this.”

Yes, I like it. I think the river of lava flowing from my vagina is proof enough. But in case it’s not, my walls start clenching around him within seconds, hips thrusting, my entire body writhing while I choke out his name on my second release.

“Two,” he murmurs, tongue flicking out to lick me up. He pulls away with glistening lips, his tongue dragging across them, and oh God, I want a taste. “That’s two in only one minute.”

Growling, I grip his neck and rip him up to me, pushing my tongue past his lips.

He hums against my mouth, and I know he’s smiling. It’s infuriating. “You like the taste of you on me. You taste good, baby, don’t you? Sweet like a strawberry.” He disappears, along with the toy, and flips me over, pressing me down to the mattress. “I’m gonna fucking devour you.”

I push up to my knees and send my hips backwards, but his palm slides over my ass, up my spine, coming to rest between my shoulder blades. Gently, he pushes me down until my tummy is flat on the mattress. His hand slides underneath, fixing the toy back over my clit, and when it hits the right spot, a moan ripples through me, making my body quiver.

I feel his cock, heavy and long on my ass as he leans over me, his lips brushing my ear as he grips my hips, rolling them against the mattress, the toy. “How does that feel?”

“I can’t…oh God.” The pressure is too much, but my hips start grinding on their own accord.

“That’s my girl,” he purrs. “Make yourself feel good.”

I feel him drift down my back while I bite down hard on my lip, trying like hell to get a grip, to hold on just a little longer. His hands hook around my knees as he jerks them up my sides, and a second later I feel his breath, hot and damp, washing over the apex of my thighs.

“Please,” I whimper. I’m desperate.

“Please what, baby?”

“Your tongue. Please, Avery.”

“Mmm, ’kay. Anything for the woman my heart beats for.” How he manages to say things that make my heart flutter at a time like this is beyond me.

I wish I could say I hold on longer the third time, but I don’t. The second his tongue coats my center, slipping through my folds, the toy sucking at my clit, I come undone, ripping the fitted sheet off the corner of the mattress.

It feels like Niagara Falls between my legs.

And what does Avery do? He laughs. The fucking asshole laughs.

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