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He rolls his hips, rubbing against my clit, and I cry out, throwing my head backwards. “You want more? Faster? Harder?”
“God, yes.” All of it, right now.
I feel his smile against my neck. He pulls out, gripping my hips, presses his lips to mine, flashes me an entirely too-wicked grin, and then slams into me, impaling me with his cock, pounding me over and over again without reservation. He bends my knees and shoves them up my sides and I scream at the new depth, the feel of him hitting me so hard. There’s nowhere else for him to go, I’m sure of it. He’s taking up every single space I have to offer inside of me, stretching me beyond my limits, and it's heavenly.
He presses on my clit—once, just one fucking time—and it sends me into a frenzy, screaming his name and clawing at his back as I soak his cock during orgasm number three.
Avery’s thrusts slow, letting me catch my breath, but he never stops moving, sliding in and out of me. “You’re gonna come again, baby. You’re gonna come with me this time.”
I push him backwards until his back hits the mattress. Lifting myself off him and leaning forward, I grip a fistful of his hair and tug his face up to mine. I nibble on his lip then gasp when his palm comes down hard on my ass.
He grins and winks. “Couldn’t resist just one.”
I bite back my ginormous smile. “You’re the devil.” And then I sink down his length, throwing my head back with a hiss and a deep belly groan.
“I’m the devil?” Avery growls, grabbing my hips roughly and lifting me. “You’re the fucking devil, complete with fiery red hair and all.”
He slams me back down on his cock and I ride him into oblivion. I can’t stop the sounds flying my mouth and he can’t stop the curses soaring from his. He yanks me off him and flips me around onto my hands and knees, sinking into me without warning, fucking me so hard from behind while he grips my throat, his lips pressing soft, sloppy kisses all over my back.
“Avery,” I cry. “I’m gonna come. Please!”
“Yes baby,” he hisses, hand dipping between my legs, rubbing furiously at my clit. “Come, baby. Come with me.”
He plunges into me again and again, my walls shaking, clenching. My arms give out and I fall flat on my face into the pillow, burying my scream as I come around him. Avery groans, sinking his teeth into my shoulder as he pulses inside me, filling me to the brim.
He slaps my ass once more and rolls onto his back, bringing me with him, clutching me to his chest. He peppers my sweaty face with kisses, smoothing my wet hair back. “Break time,” he wheezes.
“Pizza time?” I try with an angelic smile and the flutter of my lashes.
He chuckles and touches his lips to my nose. “Anything for you.” Pushing me to my back, he kisses my stomach. “Need to fill you up. You’ll need all the energy you can get.”
Avery takes Sully out for a bathroom break while we wait for dinner, and then we eat the biggest, greasiest, most delicious pizza in bed. Pizza is followed by an unholy amount of rounds—the man is absolutely insatiable—of whatever wild thing he can think of in bed, until I’m a panting mess, wheezing for air and begging him to stop.
“I think you broke me,” I gasp, smoothing his hair down while he rests his head on my chest.
His chuckle tickles at my nipple, making it tighten all over again. “I’m sorry. I could go all night with you. Never stop. But I’m toast, too.” He props himself up on his elbows. “Bedtime?”
“For the love of God, Avery, bedtime.”
He grins and rubs the tip of his nose against mine. I love it when he does that. It’s so sweet and intimate. But I love it even more when he tilts my chin up, touches his lips to mine.
Avery wraps me up in him, so tight. “So glad you’re here with me in my arms,” his throaty voice murmurs.
I skim his cheek with my fingers and kiss him once more. “Me too.”
Avery’s out in five minutes, and I lie there staring up at the ceiling for the next half hour. As happy as I am, I feel powerless against the tiny ball of unease that creeps into my belly and stretches across my chest.
There’s this voice in my head that whispers lies, taunts me that this won’t last, that I won’t be enough for long, reminding me that he didn’t say those three words back.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I shake the ridiculous notion from my head. He wants this. That’s what he said, isn’t it?
Aaron can’t control my thoughts any longer; I won’t let him. That self-sabotaging voice that sounds a whole lot like him needs to, quite frankly, hit the damn road.
I’m making the conscious decision to put one foot in front of the other, to put my trust in Avery’s words, his intentions, to take this leap with him.
Regardless, when I’m this mentally and emotionally drained, sleep never comes easy. So I slip out of Avery’s hold and steal away down the hallway, pouring myself a glass of water.
When I spot my mess on the floor, I tuck my shoes next to the front door and sink to the couch with my dress in my hands, the cool leather a shock to my bare legs, still blazing with heat from Avery's touch. The material shimmers, catching the light of the moon streaming through the wall of windows.
