Page 105 of Tortured Tones

“Oh wow.” Her eyes fluttered closed, and she clawed at my hair. “Please don’t stop.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. I withdrew a fraction, then pushed into her hot depths.

“Fuck, you feel good.” I licked the droplets off her neck, teased my breath against her skin, then found her lips. The taste of her tongue heated my blood. Each touch sent shudders meandering through my veins and tapped on my guarded heart. I hadn’t wanted anyone like this in years. It fucking scared me, but I couldn’t stop.

She rocked against my thrusts. Her fingers quivered and dug into my flesh. My dick ached for more, more of her. But I had to keep my wits about me. This was just sex. Some stress relief. Some nasty, wicked fun. This...was just what we needed.

I embedded my fingers into her wet hair and cradled her head just so I could crush my lips harder against hers. The fire in our breaths sizzled the air. Her hand found my ass. She pulled me forward and rode my cock faster. My knees weakened. I loved her pace, her control. Moaning into her mouth, I slid my hand down her chest and cupped her boob, taking the firm weight in my hand. Her skin was so smooth. So silky and soft. Her perfect tits were bigger than the tits of most girls I’d been with. Grinning against her mouth, I couldn’t deny I liked them. I circled my thumb over her hard nipple, massaged it, tweaked it.

“Oh.” Ava’s head fell back against the tiles. Her pussy tightened around my cock. Holy shit. I was going to come quickly if she kept doing that. “Mmm. A little harder.”

Fuck...so be it. I rolled her bud between my fingertips and drove into her deeper. She clenched around me again.

“You’re gonna break my cock, but don’t stop.” I thrust into her, pinning her against the wall.

“Okay, I won’t,” she moaned, arching her chest into my touch. So hot. She pulsed her hips in time with mine. “I’m close. Real close.”

Sliding in and out of her rubbed me in all the right places. It made me harder and burn hotter. But I didn’t want to blow before she did.

I ran my hand down her side, across her hip and edged it between us. Working my way lower, I eased my fingers into her slit and stroked her clit. As I pressed, and circled, and teased her, she bit her lip, dug her fingers into my shoulders, and crushed my body to hers.

But then our gazes locked.

Time seemed to stop.

My heart hammered against my ribs.

Our breaths entwined, panting in sync.

The burn in my system begged for release.

“Cole.” Her lips parted as she threaded her fingers into my dripping hair and clutched it. “I’m gonna come.”

“Race you.” Smiling against her mouth, I buried myself into her pussy, pounding away my frustrations, my stresses and my want for her. My head spun from too much heat. Closing my eyes, I snaked my hand around her raised leg and drove deep inside her. So hot. So tight. So good. “Oh yeah.” There.

With a hot rush, my release fired into the condom. My cock pulsed and throbbed, hard and fast. Each convulsion coursing through my body charged every cell with an electric spark. I couldn’t get enough of the taste of Ava’s lips, her tongue, her skin. Couldn’t get enough of her touch, her scent, her pussy. Over our fiery kisses, she moaned against my mouth. As she orgasmed, her gorgeous body quaked and shivered with mine. Wrapping her arms around my shoulders, she held me closer.

Panting to catch my breath, I pressed my forehead against hers. My cock thudded inside her. So freaking good.

“Shit,” she whispered, clutching onto my arms. “I need to get you back to your room.”

“In a sec.” I swayed on my feet as I swiped my thumb over her swollen lips. “Are you okay?” Am I?

“Yes.” Worry flittered across her eyes, but it disappeared within a blink. “We have to go.”

As I eased out of her, a dull ache hammered in the back of my skull. She kissed my lips and slipped out of the shower. She grabbed one of the hotel towels off the fresh pile on the counter and hurried to dress.

I took my sweet time, peeling off the condom, rinsing under the spray of water, hopping out of the shower, and discarding the rubber into the trash can.

“Move it, Cole. Please.” Urgency skipped through her voice as she yanked on her tracksuit and swept her hair back into a bun with the band she’d had on her wrist.

My ribs constricted tighter and tighter. I’d always acted before I thought things through. The consequences always came back to haunt me with a vengeance.

The ramifications of this terrified me.

I didn’t want her to get into trouble.

Fuck.

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