Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“In that case.” Her fingers move swiftly to unzip the white sweater she’s wearing. A pink lace bra pops into view.
“You’re aching to be fucked.”
Her eyes widen. “You don’t mince words, do you?”
“I want you, Ava,” I state the obvious. “Come to bed with me.”
“Then you’ll feed me?” she asks with a chuckle.
I hold out a hand. “I will.”
“How can I say no to that?” Her hand drops into mine.
I bring it to my lips to kiss her palm. “I’ve missed you, London.”
Her eyes search mine. I have no idea what she’s on the hunt for, so I ask. “Is everything all right?”
She steps closer, bouncing up to the toes of her boots. “Everything is perfect. Just like you.”
If only that were true.
I’m so far from perfect that I can’t offer her more than this. Sex, food, and perhaps some semblance of a friendship so when I see her in the future with another man, it won’t shred me from the inside out.
I almost laugh aloud at the prospect of that. She’s not the type of woman a man gets over. She’s a woman who burrows herself into a spot within a man’s soul that will forever belong just to her.
I cup her delicate face in my hands. “I’m not perfect.”
“To me, you are,” she whispers.
I press my lips to hers for a slow kiss. “Are you ready?”
She slides the sweater from her body, dropping it to the floor. “What do you think?”
As she squeals, I haul her over my shoulder, smack her ass and carry her up to my bed.
She looks into my eyes like she trusts me. She trusts me with her body. I know that because she tossed her bra on the floor as soon as we reached the doorway to my bedroom.
I stood there, jaw hanging open, staring at her.
How could I not?
She’s incredibly comfortable in her skin. She doesn’t try to hide under the shadow of darkness or creep into the bed when my back is turned as many women in my past have.
Ava loves her body. I swear she loves it almost as much as I do.
I hover over her, my entire weight balancing on one hand as I scan her face. A lamp on the table next to the bed is shooting light in our direction, but it’s dim.
“You’re an amazing lover,” she whispers. “You’re going to devour me, aren’t you?”
I nod. “I can’t resist you, London. The way you taste. It’s incredible.”
“I like the way you taste, too,” she confesses.
I smile softly. “We’ll save that for later. For now, I want my fill of you.”
I trace a path of kisses down her neck, over the soft valley between her breasts and lower still.
As I’m about to lick a path over her cleft, she tangles her fingers in my hair. “Like that, Harry.”
I’ll give her everything she could ever possibly want. I take my time, licking, kissing, and biting her as she writhes beneath me.
“I want to come now,” she whimpers through a stuttered breath.
I slide a finger into her channel, my balls tightening at the snug warmth. I want to take her bare. I want to drive my cock into her pussy and fuck her until she feels me for days after.
I take her clit between my lips and suck, sending her hips off the bed in search of what she wants most. I give that to her, chasing her over the edge until she cries out, her sweet moans bouncing off the walls.
I want to stay here, between her legs, helping her drift down from the high by stroking her softly, but the anticipation is too much for me. The driving need to fuck is so strong that I slide off the bed, move to grab a condom, and sheath myself.
My hands shake as I do. I’m wound so fucking tight that I have to take a deep breath.
“Harry,” she beckons me back to the bed with her voice. “I’m aching to feel you inside of me.”
I’m on her then, pushing between her legs, notching the tip of my throbbing cock against her heat, and then I lunge forward, plunging myself into her. A wild cry of mixed pain and pleasure tears from my throat as I fuck her with merciless strokes.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Harrison
I squint at the screen of my phone, but it’s useless.
My glasses are somewhere on the first floor. The extra pair I kept in my bedroom found their way onto Roxy’s face one morning when she was pretending to be her teacher. They ended up on the floor, and before I spotted them, my shoe had destroyed them.
After I got dressed earlier, I left my phone in my bedroom and ran down to greet Ava at the door. Once she had drifted off to sleep after we’d fucked, I went into the washroom, tied off the condom, and slipped my boxer briefs back on.