Fucking Avery has become my favourite thing to do in the entire world. If I could describe it, I’d compare it to being high on every single drug known to man while riding a roller coaster in space. No two experiences were the same, but the euphoria was always guaranteed. It was insane that every session could somehow feel better than the last, that every release we pulled from each other still left us greedy for more.
We were insatiable, practically addicted to each other. I couldn’t go longer than two seconds without seeing her. Touching her. Fucking her. I was obsessed with her and we both knew it.
But this time, she didn’t take advantage of it. She bent and moaned when I commanded it, and in return I showered her with all the affection and adoration I could. For every minute we spent fucking, we spent an hour talking and actually getting to know each other. I learned what made her laugh, what upset her. Most importantly, I learned that listening to her and showing her how much I valued her made her feel cherished. That it made her feel safe.
Safe enough to tell me what she was feeling. Safe enough to be herself.
And after she shared the intimate details of her relationship with that cunt, it was more important than ever to help heal those wounds so that our relationship could stand on its own. But for two people who have spent most of their lives in a world riddled with deceit, blood and death, that was easier said than done.
Avery sighed and I glanced down briefly at her adorable face. Her head was carefully nestled on my chest, her body strewn haphazardly over mine with her soft thighs cradling my cock between them. She seemed to enjoy sleeping on top of me, and I let her drool all over my chest and shoulder to her heart’s content because it made her happy. I adjusted my head on the pillow and curled my leg around hers, causing the mattress beneath to dip and the springs to creak.
What wouldn’t I do for her?
What lines would I cross, what lengths would I go to just to bring this woman joy? What indiscretions would I forgive, what crimes would I pardon and whose throat would I readily slit? What was I prepared to do in her name? Everything. I would do everything and anything for her.
And after the time we’ve spent together, I was almost certain that she would do the same for me. Except, a part of me wasn’t entirely convinced.
“You’ve got a funny look on your face.”
I look down at Avery, and find her watching me with those perceptive, huge brown eyes that haunted my days and nights.
“Just thinking.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
She lifts her head when I shake mine no, frowns at the drool on her cheek and my chest. “I’m starting to think we should get you shoulder pads or something. This is the ninth time I’ve drooled all over you.”
“Then you’d just move your head onto my chest and drool all over that.”
She grabs a corner of the sheet and wipes the saliva off my shoulder until it’s dry, then tends to her cheek. With a flirty smile tugging at her lips, she scoots lower on my body and straddles me.
“I’m horny,” she announced, digging her nails into my chest.
Happy at the distraction she provided, I reached for her waist, spanning the width with my hands. “Of course you are, pet. But you’ve managed to drain all my strength and fluids-“
I groaned when she ground her already moist slit against my cock, which was hard despite my protests. She bites down on her sleep-swollen bottom lip and lifts her hips just a fraction, holding my cock up against her entrance.
“God, Avery. You’re insatiable,” I told her, my hands trailing towards her ass.
“You woke me up at dawn just so you could play with my clit,” she countered, pausing with just the head between her wet, warm pussy.
“Because I like the expressions and the sounds you make when you have an orgasm. It’s my favourite thing about the sex,” I replied, thumb caressing my name on her flesh. I still felt an overwhelming amount of reverence at the sight of it. I gently spread her lips open and nudged her lower until she was sliding down the rigid length. “Although… even after mankind were to discover all the secrets of the universe, your pussy would still be my most favourite place in the entire cosmos.”
She moaned, as if the sound alone could convey her mutual love and equal fascination with my cock. Her eyebrows drew together and her mouth flew open. She finally bottomed out, her walls flooding and squeezing in welcome.
I wanted to kiss her pliant mouth, wrap my hands around her neck and pinch her erect nipples between my fingers. I was desperate to thrust my hips upwards and fuck her silly until we both came. But I was just as content to let her have her moment as well. She ground her crotch against mine, both her g-spot and clit stimulated in a single motion. Then she rode me, her eyes drifting shut as she used my body for her own pleasure.
I didn’t mind it.
Having this magnificent woman with her wild, Ankara Yabancı Escort unruly hair and the most hypnotic eyes I’ve ever seen riding my cock… Lips slightly parted to release soft moans while her firm tits jiggled with every little bounce… Nails digging into the tattooed flesh of my chest, thick thighs pressed on either side of my hips, and her ass grasped firmly in both my hands…
I had dreamed of exactly this for months.
She lifts up until just the swollen head of my cock is inside her, then crashes back down with a scream that evokes a guttural growl from me. My nails dig into her ass, and I allow myself to get swept up in her scent, her wetness, losing myself and my seemingly unnecessary thoughts in the peace only she could provide.
“Fuck, how can this feel so fucking amazing every time?” she asked, her voice breathy, like an erotic melody. Her eyes were glassy, evidence she was drunk on her desire and the power she had over me. At this point, she had already built up a rather steady pace, but she just had to slow down, just had to tease me.
I spanked her ass with both hands, conveying my frustration. “Why must you always-“
She slowed down even further, a wicked little grin spreading across her face. She lifts up with just the head in her pussy, squeezing her walls around me. And then she flutters up and down, taking just the first three inches, riding us both into madness. Teasing, taunting.
“Don’t tell me this is too much cock for you already, pet,” I growled, my breathing shallow and laboured. I could hear the wet squelch of her walls, looked down to watch the slick tip of my erection disappear into her ravenous pussy.
“What? This? I could ride you all night,” she claimed. She continued her agonising ministrations, taking just the most sensitive fraction of me into her cunt, smiling. “I can’t say the same for you, though.”
My eyes nearly fluttered shut, then snapped open on account of her slender fingers wrapping around my neck.
“Look at me while I fuck you,” she gasped, taking me all the way again. Live sparks of pleasure and pain crackle through my entire body, tensing my muscles and forcing a grunt from my throat.
And then she really began to ride me.
I lowered my gaze to her pussy again, wet and tight, which swallowed me eagerly. I moved my thumb to her clit, circling it to match her quickening movements. Avery moans, her grasp tightening around my neck.
Her greedy desperation snaps my control in half. I trail my hands higher to get a firm grasp on her hips, holding her in place while I drive into her. A shocked, pained gasp is all the reaction I get before I roll us over, pinning her to the bed. I hold a thigh in each of my hands, spreading them wide and pushing them flush against her chest so she doesn’t have the opportunity to move.
Driven by my lust and my obsessive need to claim her very soul, I thrust deep and hard into her wet little cunt. I glanced down at the mark on her thigh, revelled in the knowledge that she was forever mine.
“Dominic…”
Her fingers run through my hair, grabbing a fistful and yanking me close, lips crashing into mine before I could even respond.
“Look at me, love,” she pleaded, whispering the words into my mouth. And what I see sets my demons loose. One leg tossed over my shoulder, I use the other to grab a large chunk of her hair, baring her fragile throat. I bite and I fuck, greedy for the sensual taste of her.
“God, Dominic… Please don’t stop. Please… Harder, Dominic,” she begged, arching off the bed. “Fuck me harder.”
My fucking reached a climax just as she was. I gave in to the erotic violence by driving recklessly, desperately into her. My hips pounding relentlessly into her perfect ass, my cock ramming into her so fervently that it hurt to keep going but I couldn’t stop myself from fucking the living shit out of her. Her eyes roll back into her skull when she comes, her body tightening and then spasming against me with a scream that deafens me.
… And surely I must be dead. Because for a second, there’s only white noise and a foggy image of Avery’s face. I cannot feel anything, hear anything, say anything. I’m just floating around in a vacuum of nothingness, devoid of time, space and all my senses. And just as quickly as the strangeness hits me, it’s gone. Suddenly, I’m feeling everything at once and it’s… too much.
It’s too fucking much.
The insane pounding of my heart, the frantic panting, the overwhelming sensation that I was sucked into a bottomless void of eternal bliss and unending pleasure… Even my skin was too sensitive to touch, and every time she dug those nails into my flesh, it prolonged my release.
She was too fucking much.
Her eyes, her mouth, her voice, her tits, hips, thighs, ass… and that sweet, ravenous pussy of hers. Her hunger, her passion, her submission, her willingness, devotion, need, adoration… and her fucking love.
I drive Bahçelievler Escort forward once more, her pussy milking the very last drop of cum from my balls until it’s overflowing with it, squelching loudly with every forward motion of my hips. Then the last of the most intense release I’ve ever had begins to fade, leaving just an echo of a whisper in my hoarse throat.
She cupped the back of my head as I buried my face into her neck, kissing and licking and biting, still hungry for her. The giggle that escapes her is one of pure joy, and her slender arms wrap around my neck to keep me nestled there.
“And you accuse me of being insatiable.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Impossible not to be when you have the world’s most sensational specimen in your bed, hungry for your cock.”
Her walls tightened, and I jerked back as if I’d been bitten.
“Too sensitive? I’ve never seen you come like that before. It looked almost… painful? Like you stubbed your toe or bumped your knee against the corner of a table,” she teased, letting me go. Her nose scrunched up when I playfully bit her cheek. “But you looked cute too. Like an angry, sexy animal.”
I growled, lowering my hands to her sides to tickle her. She arched off the bed, giggling adorably while fighting off my advances with her small hands.
“No… Dominic… Please,” she squealed, trying to free her wrists from my grip. But I pinned her hands above her head and straddled her, playing her muscles like a merry piano. I hit every note just right, eliciting a melodic laugh that widened the smile on my face.
I finally stopped when she couldn’t breathe anymore and leaned in close to kiss both her forehead and her mouth. Out of breath and smiling gleefully, she tilted her head. “Get off me, you giant brute.”
I rolled onto my back and threw my arm over my face, pulling her down to lie on my chest. But she wiggled out of my grasp with a soft protest and I peeked out from beneath my bicep as she sat up. She poked my right pec, which I flexed for her benefit. Her soft, sexy moan is my reward.
“Can I ask you something?” she began, sitting on her heels.
Ah, fuck. This was a subtle way of saying,”we need to talk”. And that look on her face didn’t help at all. “Uh-oh…”
“The last few days have been amazing and I’ve enjoyed every single second of your punishments,” she paused to think. “Except that shit with the figs…”
“But you have to admit the popsicle trick-“
“Oh, that was heavenly,” she breathed. Then she frowned, pouting and twisting her lips to the side. “But the fig thing? You know I hate figs.”
I sat up, propping myself up on both elbows. “Then you should do as you’re told instead of behaving like a brat every time I give you instructions.”
She averted her gaze, licking her lips. “And how long are you going to keep me here?”
“Keep you here?” I repeated, getting defensive.
“You kidnapped me weeks ago, and didn’t show up until I burned down your cabin-“
I cocked my head sideways, my eyes narrowed. “Was I supposed to let you suffer by the hand of that fucking asshole?”
“I’m saying you’ve conveniently kept me out of the way and out of the loop for weeks. With me gone, you are able to move in on my territory without-“
I got off the bed, pissed at her insinuation. Her hand closes around my wrist to stop me from leaving. I paused, releasing an exasperated breath.
“Don’t. Walking out on this conversation won’t stop me from asking these questions. Please be honest with me.”
I breathed in deeply, then let it out slowly through my nostrils. “I’m not moving in on your territory, Avery. I’ve kept you here so Edward wouldn’t-” I turned around to glare at her. “What the fuck do you think he was going to do once he found out you were plotting behind his back, love?”
“I had… I have plans in place. I have everything under control. Do you think I just walked into this with my eyes shut? Without thinking?” she snapped, kneeling on the bed. She didn’t let go. “I may have submitted to you but that doesn’t mean you’re going to control me like you do everyone else around you.”
I blinked at her, uncertain what to say.
If she were literally anyone else in the world, I would have walked out the door already. Not because I felt guilty. I just wasn’t the kind of man who explained himself to anyone. But this fucking woman… I had forgiven her for betraying me, and I truly believed she may be the actual love of my life. I was certain I wanted a forever out of whatever this shit was, but we were both so scarred from our pasts that making it work would be difficult. And now that we were at war with Hudson, success was almost impossible.
“The night Hunter came for you, that wasn’t because I’d decided to make a move against Hudson. I was forced into action because you were in danger. Luis tried to call you, to inform you that your husband was onto your little scheme, but he couldn’t reach you. That Balgat Escort army he sent wasn’t for your protection. They were there to ensure you couldn’t run,” I explained. “We weren’t going to reveal our hand until we knew exactly who Hudson was setting up deals with. So far, we have four out of nine names, which puts us at a disadvantage. And we cannot move among the shadows anymore because-“
“You chose me.”
I nodded. “Luis told us about everything. The infidelity, the abuse… What kind of man would I be if I abandoned a woman – especially the one under my protection – to a monster like that? I was just fortunate enough that taking you from him also weakened him with your father’s allies. They know you’re alive, by the way, because of Luis. So I’m not keeping you out of the way, but I will admit I haven’t been entirely honest with you.”
She let go of my wrist, and crawled to the edge of the bed to look me in the eye.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I’m selfish. I thought we could use this time to centre ourselves. To have a few moments of peace, just the two of us. Even if it was for a short while. Because everything outside of our little space is chaos. It’s fucking war, Avery.”
“It’s a war we’re both a part of. It’s a war we have to start fighting, one we need to win. The alternative is a life on the run and neither one of us would be happy with that,” she said, her gaze searching. “We need to start making moves, Dominic.”
Before I could respond, we heard the unmistakable sound of tires crunching on gravel. I walked across the room and glanced out the window, and saw a black SUV make its way toward the house. And unless the driver was a very polite and stupid assassin, the odds are it was Hunter and Luis. Nobody else would have gotten through the three dozen armed guards patrolling the isolated farmhouse miles away from civilization.
“You should get dressed,” I advised reaching for my shirt. She glanced down at her thighs, where my cum was slowly leaking out of her pussy and running down her legs. “Mm. Perhaps a shower first. For both of us.”
***
“Ah, shit.”
Hunter groaned, reaching into his pocket to remove a folded set of bills and handed a few crisp hundreds to Luis. The older man smiled – I think, it looked more like a sneer – and took the money. Avery glanced at me, her confusion evident, before regarding the other two.
‘What… What’s this?” she asked, sounding snippy.
“Did you two make a bet?”
Luis shrugged, pocketing the money. “I bet that the two of you would sort out your problems…”
“And I bet that you’d torture and kill her within the week. Likely with a knife.”
I watched Avery frown, her mouth opening to speak. But Hunter cut in by saying, “In my defence, that’s all he talked about the first two months after you stabbed the living shit out of him. I mean, after he realised whose wife you were, his blood pressure went up so much that Damon thought he might have a heart attack. He actually tore half his stitches trying to get out of bed…”
Hunter chuckled, then it turned into a loud belly laugh. Avery released a soft sigh and waited it out, but I don’t miss the tensing of her shoulders or the shifting of her tiny feet in her new boots.
“I think that’s enough-“
“She spent hours calling all the hospitals,” Luis added, gesturing towards Avery. “All the clinics and morgues, every morning, to find out if he’d been admitted. Tortured herself crazy for weeks. If I could count the number of times I walked in on her wallowing-“
“Luis, please. That is enough.”
Hunter raised a finger in the air, ready to add to the embarrassing details. But I lifted a hand, effectively cutting him off. “That is enough, thank you. We don’t have time for these interludes.”
“But there is sufficient time for you two to shack up here and fuck each other to dehydration?” Hunter snapped, and all eyes turned to him.
“I beg your pardon?”
“While it’s great that the two of you have managed to get your shit together, ” he said, gesturing between Avery and me, “I’m curious how your little union is going to work. Because not only is it married, but it also tried to kill you.”
“Did you just call her an ‘it’?” I questioned.
Hunter crossed his arms, glared daggers at Avery. She glared right back, unflinching under the weight of his unwavering gaze.
“Well, seeing as we’re dealing with a sci-fi alien, magic witch priestess with the power to manipulate your memory and common sense with just her pussy-“
“Are you fucking serious? Really? You’re going to be a dick to me right now?” she snapped, taking a step forward. Hunter did the same, and the tension in the room thickened and swelled.
“I told you what I would do to you if anything happened to him.”
“Fuck you, Hunter.”
He took another step forward, and she did as well, hands clenched into adorable little fists. Again, I am both amused and fascinated by her ability to challenge all these men around her. Men who could kill her by snapping her little neck. But she fought anyway, because she wasn’t the kind of woman to back down. I fucking loved that about her.
“Hunter, that’s enough. You will leave her alone. Avery isn’t going anywhere, and we’ll be working together to take down Hudson.”