Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
When her cries turn to sobs, I give her one final lap before rising to my feet. My cock feels more like stone than flesh.
Thank fuck she’s so close to coming because I have no idea how long I’m going to last.
I grab a condom from a drawer in the nightstand and tear the wrapper before sliding it over my hard length. Then I take up position behind her. She hasn’t moved a single muscle. I swat one ass cheek and then the other before fisting my cock and lining it up with her drenched entrance. My finger slips back inside her rosebud as I surge forward and bury myself balls deep. I withdraw and repeat the movement.
I’ve never felt anything better than her tight heat strangling my dick. It’s like coming home to a place I didn’t realize I was missing.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Both my finger and cock fall into the same steady rhythm. It doesn’t take long before her inner muscles contract around my hard length, squeezing the very life out of me. That’s when I lose it, following her over the edge and into the abyss. The way she screams out my name only intensifies my pleasure. Stars dance behind my eyelids, and it’s entirely possible the tip of my cock just blew off.
If that turns out to be the case, this experience will have been entirely worth it.
Zero regrets.
On the last thrust, my muscles loosen, and I collapse along the curve of her body. Our harsh breaths mingle together, becoming one, as I stay wrapped up in her sweet heat.
No matter how amazing the sex I’ve had in the past has been, nothing compares to this.
The kind of intimacy we’ve shared isn’t possible with a one-night stand.
Maybe I wasn’t ready for it before.
But I am now.
With Ava.
As I crash back to earth, my gaze settles on her face, needing to know I’m not the only one who had an out-of-body experience. Instead of the blissed-out expression I was hoping to find, she stares sightlessly at the far wall. I have no idea what thoughts are tumbling through her head.
And that’s scary.
“Are you okay?” My chest constricts as my muscles tighten, bracing for her response. “Did I hurt you?” My voice dips as uncertainty gnaws at me. “Or do something you didn’t want?”
With a blink, she turns her head just enough to meet my gaze.
And then does the last thing I expect.
She bursts into tears.
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Ava
I have no idea where all the pent-up emotions come from. One minute, I’m enjoying the afterglow of the best sex I’ve ever experienced, and the next, I’m bawling.
Hayes’s reaction is almost comical.
His eyes widen to the point of looking like they might fall out of his head before he pulls out of my body, then wraps the condom in tissue and throws it in the trash can near his desk.
Only then does he haul me into his arms.
“Tell me what I did, and I swear I’ll never do it again.” He rains soft kisses against the crown of my head. “Jeez, Ava. Tell me. Your tears are fucking killing me.”
Even though I’m overflowing with emotion, I’m not sure how to put any of it into words. At least not ones that will make sense.
It continues to come out in a torrent of sobs.
“I-I’m sorry,” I say when I’m finally able to speak.
“Baby, you don’t have anything to be sorry about. I just want you to tell me what I did to cause this kind of reaction.”
“You didn’t do anything.” I pause and rethink that statement. “Actually, you did everything.”
“Fuck,” he groans. “I knew it.”
I chuckle weakly. “That’s not what I meant.”
Most guys would be jumping out of bed and gathering up their clothing to escape the awkwardness of this situation—especially being the first time we slept together. It would be the last time I saw them before they ghosted me.
What they wouldn’t do is attempt to get to the bottom of what’s going on.
At every turn, Hayes manages to surprise me.
“Ava, please. Would you just spit it out? I’m dying over here.”
I draw in an unsteady breath, holding it captive in my lungs before gradually releasing it back into the atmosphere. It’s important to take the time to gather my thoughts in order to explain them properly.
This man, above everyone, deserves the truth.
“Nathan was my first relationship—”
“It wasn’t a relationship,” he interrupts with a frown. “It was an abuse of power.”
Everything inside me wilts. “I know.”
It’s taken a long time for me to come to terms with that knowledge. For whatever reason, it was easier to accept that I was eighteen years old and made the choice to get involved with my coach as a mature adult. I didn’t want to believe that someone I loved and trusted took advantage of and manipulated me into doing something I didn’t want.