Page 49 of Echoes

Her torso shifts underneath me as she attempts to push herself even closer. There's no room, not a single inch of space, but it's still not enough for me either. The animal inside of me wants to destroy her in all the best ways possible.

Black hair splays out around her, and I stop for a moment, taking her all in. These past few days were the longest of my life, and now, I need to direct that built-up frustration somewhere.

There's still many conversations to be had—with Avery, with Damon… and withAshwood. But right now, the only thing that matters is beneath me, wiggling against my growing cock.

I reach out, wrapping my fingers around her neck. My black-painted nails match the color of her hair perfectly and I let out a little smirk.

Avery doesn't seem fazed at all with my hand around her throat. Despite tightening my fingers around her delicate skin, her eyes still dance up at me, sparkling with the same lust and longing that I have ripping me apart.

"I'm sick of being angry at you," I growl in a low voice, squeezing her neck. "I don't want to do it anymore."

She nods. "Then don't," she croaks out, and the sound of her broken, breathless voice sends me spiraling.

Sitting up, I hastily pull my shirt over my head, throwing it onto the floor. I shove her own shirt up, grabbing her tits through the gray bra. Avery moans, immediately arching her back and pressing her chest into my hands further.

I pull the cups down, freeing her tits before tugging on her pink nipples with my fingers.

More moans.

The sound is everything to me, but it's not enough. I need to hear her scream.

I want her to scream so loud that her vocal chords are hoarse and husky tomorrow. If she has to be in that cunt's office, I want him to connect the dots—realizing that I've fucked her harder than he's ever fucked anyone in his entire life with his pin-dick.

Howdarehe try to keep her away from me?

I'm going to take that shiny letter opener on his desk, spit on it, and ram it into his eye socket if he tries to punish her again.

Leaning down, I cover her nipple with my mouth, swishing my tongue around the taut peak. When Avery whimpers, I bite it, her gasp sending an electric shock straight down to my hard cock.

It's unbearable, and the only solution is to be buried inside her tight little cunt right this very second. Standing up, I kick my pants off, gripping my shaft in my fist.

Avery looks up from the bed, cheeks flushed as she quickly pulls her displaced shirt and bra off.

"Slowlyslide your shorts off," I demand, stroking my length.

I see her face redden again, but she complies, lifting her hips as she pushes her shorts and underwear over her thighs and down her legs.

As she goes to sit up, I stop her. "Spread your legs," I order. Steadily, to her credit, she parts her knees, showing me her wet cunt.

My breath hitches at the sight of her, eyes darkening as I stare at her closely.

"Touch yourself—like how I touch you."

For a split second, she looks stunned, hand slowly trailing down her stomach to the apex of her thighs. Her index and middle finger part her pussy, dipping in to find her clit. As she connects, her expression drops, mouth opening with pleasure as she runs her fingers in a lazy circle.

She looks fucking perfect.

It makes me want to rip her into tiny pieces just so I can put her back together again.

I drop to my knees by the edge of the bed to get a closer look. Her knees shake as she forces herself to keep them open.

She better not close them on me.

"Finger fuck your pretty pussy for me, little killer," I groan, fisting my cock. "I want to see how wet you are for me."

Avery nods, biting her lip as she dips lower, sinking her fingers into her body. This close to her, I can smell her arousal, the sweet scent calling my name.

She's wet because of me. Right now… she iswithme.

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