Page 7 of Curvy Girl for the Cop

"I've got you," I assure her. "I'm going to take care of you."

With that vow, I part her glistening lips, groaning at the feel of her molten heat. She's so wet, practically dripping for me. I circle her clit with my thumb, reveling in the choked cry that tears from her throat.

"That's it, let me hear you," I encourage, increasing the pressure on her sensitive bud. "I want to hear every sound you make as I pleasure you."

Ava mewls, her hips bucking against my hand as I tease her entrance with my fingers. She's so tight, her body resisting the intrusion even as she tries to draw me deeper.

"Please," she begs, desperation lacing her tone. "I need...I need..."

"What do you need, baby? Tell me." I dip one finger inside her, just to the first knuckle, marveling at the way her inner muscles clench around me.

"More," Ava gasps. "I need more of you. All of you."

Satisfaction rumbles through me at her plea. Slowly, I ease my finger all the way inside her, groaning at the exquisite feel of her silken walls. She takes me to the hilt, her body welcoming me like I was made for her.

"Oh God," she whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Ryan..."

"That's it, take my finger. You're doing so well." I pump into her leisurely, letting her grow accustomed to the stretch before adding a second finger.

Ava tenses for a moment, a flicker of discomfort crossing her face before it melts into pure bliss. I scissor my fingers, gently stretching her, preparing her for what's to come.

All the while, I keep up the relentless pressure on her clit, circling and rubbing until she's writhing against me, lost to the pleasure I'm giving her. Her breathy moans and sighs are the sweetest music, urging me to drive her higher.

"I'm...I'm close," she pants, her hips moving frantically now. "Ryan, please...I need..."

"I know what you need." Curling my fingers, I find that spongy spot inside her, massaging ruthlessly. At the same time,I capture her nipple in my mouth, sucking hard as I flick the tip with my tongue.

Ava shrieks, her body going bowstring taut as her orgasm crashes over her. I feel her clenching around my fingers, a flood of wetness coating my hand as she comes apart for me.

I work her through it, easing my touch as the aftershocks roll through her. She collapses against me, her face buried in my neck as she struggles to catch her breath.

"That was...I've never..." She trails off, seeming at a loss for words.

I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her damp temple. "And we're just getting started, sweet girl."

Ava shivers at the promise in my words. When she pulls back to meet my gaze, her eyes are glassy with sated desire, but there's a fledgling hunger there too. She wants more, craves it.

And heaven knows I do too, but just then, we hear the tinkle of her shop bell ring.

Ava freezes and then scrambles to get dressed.

I’m inwardly cursing, my cock aching, yet strangely enough, I’m also sated. Just seeing her fall apart for me was more than enough for me.

She tries to smooth out her ruffled, just-had-her-first-orgasm hair before she hurries to the front of the store with a smile plastered on her face to greet the customer.

I readjust my aching cock and take my leave, but not before I shoot Ava a smoldering look that lets her know I’ll be back, and very soon.

Ava Dawson is nowmine.

four

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Ava

The bellabove the door jingles and I glance up from the shelves I'm restocking to see Ryan striding into my bookshop. Memories of his fingers buried inside me yesterday send a hot flush across my skin.

"Close up, Ava. I'm taking you to dinner," he commands, his deep voice brooking no argument.

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