Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
“There she is.” I smile. “My greedy girl.”
I climb over her and suck that nipple into my mouth. She gasps, hands finding my shoulders, knees finding my hips. Her finger traces the line of Roman numerals I have tattooed on my left pectoral, back and forth, back and forth.
Planting my elbows on either side of her head, I kiss her lips, opening them with my tongue. She lets me in easily, kissing me back with a messy fervor that makes my blood riot.
Her hands move over my shoulders and onto my back. She digs her nails into my skin, trailing them over my shoulder blades.
I bite her lip. She reaches for my dick. I yank up my hips, staying out of reach.
“You said you wanted to ride,” I pant into her mouth, “so you’re gonna ride.”
Shaping her waist with my hands, I roll over onto my back and bring her with me. She half gasps, half laughs as she adjusts to the new position, her knees straddling my hips. Her hair is everywhere, and she uses her hand to pull it back from her face.
“Show me how good you can sit on my dick.” I hold her by the hips, my grip firm. “Bet you can’t take all of me.”
Ava arches a brow as she pushes up on her knees. “That a challenge, cowboy?”
“Fuck yeah it’s a challenge.” I squeeze her tit. She’s fucking gorgeous from this angle, hair a mess. Thighs flexed. Eyes on fucking fire. “You take all of me, and I’ll let you swallow my cum. Deal?”
Seriously, where is this shit coming from? I’d never have the courage to be so filthy and so … open, I guess, with anyone else.
Only Ava. I feel at ease with her in a way I haven’t in forever. Maybe because I know I’ll never see her again? There’s no pressure to be anything other than myself.
Doesn’t hurt that she makes me feel sexy. Alive. Wanted.
She makes me feel like I’m easy to want. To like. It’s a nice change of pace from feeling like a burden all the damn time.
Everything about this has been easy. Dancing with her, talking with her. Having fun with her.
Why don’t girls like Ava exist in Hartsville?
Or maybe just a different version of me exists here in Austin, and the better question is: why am I not like this more often at home?
Because I have a kid I love more than life itself. And that kind of love comes with responsibility.
Hard to be fun, to have any kind of freedom, when you’re a parent. Much less a single parent.
But I’m not going to think about that right now. Right now, I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of this tiny bit of freedom I do have.
“Deal,” Ava says, wrapping her hand around my dick. She puts the other on my chest, flattening her palm so that her first finger brushes my nipple. A bolt of lust cracks down my middle.
“Fuck, Ava.” My voice shakes. “Get. On. My. Dick.”
She brushes my nipple again. “No one wants that more than I do.”
My fingers flex on her hips as she lines me up at her entrance. The breath leaves my lungs at the hot press of her pussy on my head. Even through the condom, she feels silky soft. So tight that I have to grit my teeth.
I watch her face as she sinks a little lower. A groove appears between her eyebrows, deepening the further she sinks.
“Oh, Sawyer,” she pants, biting her lip. “You’re a lot.”
“Too much?” I tighten my grip on her hips, holding her up.
“No.” She shakes her head, her hair falling over her shoulder onto her chest as she closes her eyes. “Just give me a minute.”
“You got it, pretty girl.” I grab the hand she has on my chest and twine our fingers. “Press back on my hand. I’ll hold you up as long as you need.”
She nods again, her fingers curling around mine as she does as I told her and leans her weight into my hand. I wait, sweat prickling along my scalp and spine. I can’t breathe.
I don’t say that being an inch inside her, maybe less, has me seeing stars.
I don’t say that I’m dying to yank her down so I’m sunk to the hilt inside her.
I don’t say a fucking thing. I just watch her and wait. Heart drumming all the while.
She sinks a little lower, her breath catching. She opens her eyes, and they lock on mine.
I’m hit by the idea that she’s looking for something. Comfort. Encouragement.
Safety.
My body responds before my brain does. I swipe my thumb across the back of her hand, same way she touched me. Ordinarily I’d shy away from being so openly affectionate, but I’m able to do it now because I’m not worried about scaring her off. After tonight, we’ll never see each other again. Might as well leave nothing on the table.