Page 25 of Why Not Now?

“Forking shirtballs,” she says, stilling my hands where I had been about to undo my pants.

“Are you for real right now?” I ask.

Her eyes blink open. “What?”

“Forking shirtballs?”

She gives me a prim look that is completely undone by the fact that she’s lying naked in my bed, her legs still spread from having my face between them.

“I don’t swear anymore. Not since I got custody of Lacey.”

I grin, my fingers resuming their chore. “Sweetheart. That sounds like a challenge.”

She rolls her eyes, and I wish I’d turned the light on so I could see her better, the room only lit by the streetlights outside. Then I let my pants fall to the floor with a thunk—that’s where my phone went—and watch her eyes widen at the sight of my dick.

“You’ve seen it before,” I remind her as I get a condom out of my bedside table drawer.

“Yes, but it’s been a while since I’ve seen that one, and I have to admit, it’s... impressive.”

I roll the condom on and kneel next to her, the bed dipping under my weight. She shifts so her head is on my pillow and her legs are open, inviting me between them. I follow her movement and cover her body with mine. “You sure know how to stroke a man’s ego.”

I kiss her deeply and she pulls me closer, her tongue stroking mine. Her hands slide along my shoulders while her legs bend, creating a cradle for me between them. One leg wraps around mine, drawing me in.

My dick is so hard, I could use it as a hammer. And I intend to. But first, I hover over her, my cock pressing the tiniest bit into her entrance. She writhes beneath me, trying to get me to sink into her, but I hold back.

“Say it, Ava,” I say.

Her eyes fly open wide as she stares into mine. She shakes her head.

“Say it, or get out of my bed.”

She glares at me. “You’re going to stop now? You haven’t come yet. I have.”

“Exactly. I’ll live with the blue balls if I have to. You’re going to say it.”

“You’re such a dick.”

“Yes, I am. But I have one, and you want it. So you’re going to say it.”

She wraps her other leg around me, arching her pelvis into mine, but I refuse to move. I bite her neck, her lip, her ear. Then I whisper, “Say it for me, Ava.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders, punishing me for forcing her to say the words Ineedto hear. When she speaks, her voice is breathy. “Please, Derek. Please fuck me.”

I groan as I thrust into her. “God, Ava. No one begs like you do.”

There is nothing in the world like having Ava Calligan beg for my cock. Even though she has already come. Even if she doesn’t need me for anything else. She wants me for this. Sheneeds mefor this. I drive into her again and she cries out. Her nails rake down my back. I’m certain they leave marks. I bend my head as I continue to pound into her, biting and sucking on the side of one soft breast, leaving my own mark. Then I switch to the other side, creating another hickey.

Our fucking is frenzied, my thrusts a barely controlled rhythm. I can’t get enough of her and the way she’s pulling on me with her hands and legs, meeting my hips with her own, tells me she feels the same.

She arches beneath me, her cry sharpening as her orgasm builds. Her muscles begin that flutter again. My own orgasm is chasing me, tingling at the base of my spine, but I hold back. I reach between us, my thumb resting gently on her clit, rubbing it in slow circles the way I remember she liked. She shatters under my touch, screaming as her pussy tightens around my cock, forcing my orgasm to follow hers almost immediately. I come with a shout, my body going rigid as I empty into her.

I collapse beside her, pulling out of her heat with a twinge of regret at having to leave her. I remove the condom and get up, going to the bathroom to chuck it away. I spend an extra moment washing my hands and taking my contacts out before returning to where she’s still laying, unmoving, on my bed. Her breath has evened out, and I’m not sure if she’s awake or asleep. I pull the blankets up and slide in next to her. She curls toward me and my fingers drift over her as I hold her close.

I skim over the marks I created on the side of her perfect breast. When we were together before, I used to do this all the time. I’d wanted to mark her, to have an outward sign that she belonged to me. She hadn’t wanted anything where her mom would be able to see, so I would leave hickeys all over her chest, sometimes on the soft skin of her thighs.

I tuck a strand of hair away from her face behind her ear. She looks so peaceful, eyes closed in sleep, curled up against me, two orgasms later.

I remember my sister’s question the other day.Do you want her back?When I’d answered, I hadn’t been sure. I am now. I want her in my bed and in my life. However she’ll let me have her.

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