Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
I damn near miss my driveway.
"Give me those fingers, Ava," I order her, pulling in.
She reluctantly pulls her hand from between her legs, holding it out to me. I grab her wrist, popping her fingers in my mouth. She tastes sweet, so fucking sweet.
I throw the truck into park, practically launching myself out of it. I stumble, damn near eating it before I catch myself with my hip against the side of the truck, then rush around to her side.
The way she wraps around me is a dream. Believe me, I've had plenty of them. 389 days of them, as a matter of fact. Her tongue touches the side of my throat, her body already rocking against mine like she's desperate to feel me inside her already.
I plaster her up against the side of the house, pinning her there while I unlock the front door. It's damn hard to do when I've got one hand between her legs, playing with her cunt.
"Dawson!" She bites me. She fucking bites me.
We land in a heap on the rug just inside the door. She's beneath me, all tangled around me, still rocking those hips, still desperate.
The sound her dress makes as I rip it down the middle is an aria. Her gasp of surprise is a hymn.
"No bra," I growl, my balls aching at the realization that she was beside me all night, those perfect nipples just one piece of fabric away from my mouth.
"Didn't…Oh, my god!" She writhes when I bite her nipple, dragging it through my teeth. Her hands fly to my hair, pulling just hard enough to hurt. "That feels so good!"
It feels damn good to me, too. She's squirming all over my cock, with nothing but her soaked panties and my clothes between us.
Her panties don't last long. With a single twist of my wrist, they're in shreds, dangling from her body. I pop off her nipple, kissing a hot trail down her body. I take my time, worshipping all those places I've been dying to explore for the last year, like her soft belly and the sweet slope of her waist.
By the time her legs are over my shoulders, she's begging to come again, chanting, "Please," in the sweetest little voice.
I don't tease. I don't go slow. I eat her like a starving man, groaning into her folds, my tongue flicking against her clit until she's wailing and writhing.
"Dawson, please. Oh, God—" she chokes, so close she's shaking beneath my hands.
I don't let up. I pin her hips, fucking her with my tongue until she's babbling nonsense and grinding her cunt against my mouth. Her thighs clamp around my head, but I just flatten my tongue and lick her like I need her to live. Which, if we're honest, I probably do.
She comes with a shattered scream, her whole body clenching so hard she squirts, her juices soaking my face.
I roar my approval, nearly blacking out from how fucking hot she is. There's nothing left in me except the urge to fuck and possess, to make her mine in every way that matters
I jerk back, my lungs burning, my face drenched with her pleasure. The sight of her trembling for me, helpless and open, shatters the last tenuous thread of my self-control.
With one hand, I rip open my fly, freeing my cock. I line up at her entrance, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs.
"Look at me, Ava."
Her wild, dilated eyes meet mine.
I thrust all the way to the hilt in one hard, hungry thrust.
She chokes on a gasp, her nails digging into my ass, pulling me deeper. The way she wraps around me is a revelation, a goddamn religious experience.
"Jesus, Ava," I growl, holding her legs apart so I can watch myself splitting her open.
She's small, impossibly tight, but she takes every inch of me, her hips rolling up to meet each thrust. She's wild beneath me, writhing and begging for more. The sounds coming out of her are more ragged and sweet than anything I've ever heard.
"Tell me you want it," I snarl, knotting my hand in her hair and pulling her head back so she's forced to look at me. "Tell me you need it."
"I do. Dawson, I—" She loses the words to a moan so high and needy it vibrates through my whole body. "I always want you. I always—"
"Yeah?" I slow until she's trembling, and then I lean down, kissing her softly. "You dream about me, don't you, sweetness?"
She nods frantically, sobbing. "Every night. I'm s-sorry—"
"There's nothing to be sorry for," I say, my voice rough. "And you don't have to satisfy yourself with dreams anymore, either. If you want this cock, you just climb up and take it. It's all yours, baby. I'm yours."
I grip her thigh and hoist her leg up over my shoulder, opening her wider so I can hit deeper and fuck her harder.