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)
It’s a small gesture. But her green eyes still soften. She sinks a little lower so that I’m most of the way inside her, the tight grip of her pussy on me unreal.
So Ava likes the dirty talk and the gentle caresses. The vicious neck bites and the sweet, simple way our fingers are tangled.
She’s hungry for it all, and that makes me feel at home—at peace—with my own hunger. Like I’m not some deviant for wanting her the way I do. For saying the things I’m saying.
Goddamn, a man could get addicted to this feeling.
I could get addicted to Ava.
CHAPTER 7
Ava
OBSCENITIES AND ORGASMS
Taking a deep breath, I shut my eyes and sit all the way down on Sawyer’s dick.
There’s a blinding flash of pain, which draws a moan from deep in my throat. My legs tremble. I hold his hand in a death grip as the burning stretch between my legs throbs in time to my heartbeat.
I always feel full when I’m on top. But the fullness I feel when I’m on top of Sawyer is next level. His cock is thick, and when I look down, I see myself splayed open around him.
Weird that I like the feeling of being split in half? The burn, the pain, the anticipation—it’s achingly hot, scorching me from the inside out.
Especially when paired with Sawyer’s tenderness. He’s got a filthy mouth, and he’s not afraid to get rough. But he’s also capable of being gentle just when I need it.
Case in point, he does that thing again where he draws his thumb over the back of my hand. “Keep breathing, pretty girl. We can change positions if you want? Try something a little less—”
“No.” I keep my eyes closed, focusing on my inhales and exhales. I want more, not less. “No. I like the fullness. It hurts, but in a good way.”
His other hand moves from my hip to my breast, where he flicks my nipple with his thumb. “You’re so tight. So fucking perfect. Fair warning, I ain’t gonna last long.”
“I ride fast for a living.” I feel my lips curl into a grin. Opening my eyes, I see him looking up at me in awe.
The burn between my legs dissipates, pleasure rising in its place.
“You can go slow with me.” He cups my breast, feeling its weight. Marveling at it, really. Then he reaches up and tucks my hair behind my shoulder. “I wish you could see yourself right now, Ava. Being brave and taking my dick like this—you’re red”—he swipes my cheek—“and you’re lit up. So strong.”
His voice gets a little hoarse on the last words. My chest hollows out. This man’s earnestness might just be the sexiest thing about him. He doesn’t play games or hold back. He bares himself to me in a way no man ever has before.
He’s supremely confident. And that makes me wanna be confident too.
I rock my hips a little, making him hiss.
“You ready to come?” His hand glides down my belly.
I nod. “Please.”
“So polite when you wanna be.”
“Are you?” I pant. “Ready to come?”
“You got no idea. Show me what this pussy can do, pretty girl. Show me how well you ride, and I’ll give you what you want.”
He rolls his thumb over my clit at the same time I rise up, then come back down. A baby thrust. But the combination of the friction and his thumb on my clit sends me spiraling. The need in my core coils tighter as his thumb works steady, patient circles over my pussy.
His stomach caves when I rock my hips harder, quicker, his pecs and biceps drawing taut as he starts to move his hips too, hitting me on the apex of my own thrusts. My tits bounce. He watches them, his lips parting, nostrils flaring.
“So fucking good,” he says through gritted teeth. “C’mon, Ava, come for me. Right now. Lemme feel you. How much you like my dick—lemme feel it.”
My thrusts become uneven. My heart goes wild inside my chest as I approach the edge. My cunt flutters around him, making our fit painfully tight, and then he presses his thumb hard against my clit.
At the same time, he grabs my breast and pinches my nipple.
“Oh!” I cry out, shutting my eyes as sensation slams into me.
I come. The release pounds through me on a tidal wave of hot, heavy throbs. My entire body seizes as my pussy clamps down on Sawyer’s dick. The sweetness of it, the intensity, is unbearable. I realize we’re still holding hands when I squeeze his so tightly that he lets out a dark chuckle.
“I’m here, pretty girl.” He squeezes back. “I’m right here. You feel incredible. Keep going.”
I come for what feels like a small eternity. Streaks of neon light erupt behind my closed eyelids as I hold on to Sawyer for dear life. I use his words as a kind of mantra, a reminder to stay in the present.