Page 98 of His Greatest Treasure

I grin and lean forward to chase her lips for a kiss. “Do you want some right now?”

She answers by reaching between us and scooting back just enough to expose the sight of her gripping my cock in her hand. I grunt at the sudden pressure and fight to keep still, allowing her to touch me how she wants to.

“Do you want pleasure, Oliver?” she asks, snapping her eyes upward.

The first stroke of her hand has my toes curling. And the second yanks a groan from my lips.

Her smug little grin is sexier than it should be. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“You’re a cruel woman.”

“Should I stop?”

A second set of fingers wrap around the rest of my cock, and then she’s stroking the full length of it. Slowly, teasing in a way that feels like half punishment and half reward. I palm her waist and urge her forward, desperate to get inside of her, but she shakes her head.

“I want to taste you first,” she says.

My head falls back against the headboard with a whack. I squeeze my eyes shut as she moves down my legs and coats the head of my cock in warm air. Without her waist to hold on to, I grip the comforter on either side of my body.

“Open your eyes and watch me.”

“If I open my eyes, the sight of you with your mouth around me will make me come in two seconds.”

“Don’t ruin my fun so soon, Ollie. Let me suck your cock with your attention on me.” She swipes her tongue over the slit once. “Please?”

I snap them open and throb at what I see. Tits bare and ass in the air, she bends over my lap and looks up at me through her lashes. Her mouth is open, and her pink tongue hovers over my cock, waiting.

“Go on,” I order, but my voice is soft.

She smiles before lowering her mouth over my tip and sucking gently. I huff a shaky exhale and watch, enamoured, as she creeps down another inch, drool dripping down between the fingers that grip my shaft.

“Fuck, you look pretty with my cock in your mouth,” I whisper, collecting her hair from around her face as it drapes over my thighs.

She hums, and the vibrations hit my balls. Her hands start to move once she’s gotten me wet, twisting and stroking while her mouth suctions the first few inches. A swipeof her tongue along the underside of the head has me one second from begging her to stop before I come.

“Don’t make me come, princess. Only doing that in your pussy,” I warn.

Amusement sparks in her eyes, but she doesn’t push me this time. She releases me with a wet gasp and crawls back onto my lap before tucking my cock inside of her and bearing down.

It’s a different sensation than her mouth, and it strips me of restraint. Next time, I’ll let her ride me nice and slow, but not now.

“Hold on, princess. Need to fuck you raw.”

She nods quickly and threads her fingers behind my neck before I start thrusting up into her. My pace is unrelenting, each snap of my hips loud and hard. But she moans and moans until the only thing I can hear is the sound of her pleasure in my ears.

I kiss her with the same desperation I feel kicking in my chest. A glimpse at an obsession that’s been growing for her forever but can now be set free. It’s alive inside of me, and I’m not stifling it again.

She palms my cheeks and holds my face in place, her movements just as frantic. It’s relieving to know she wants me even half as bad as I want her. She knows about my schoolboy crush on her back then and hasn’t let it change anything for her now. We’re starting over together.

“Oliver,” she whimpers, watching me through our kiss.

I hold her stare. “Avery.”

Bliss fills her expression as she squeezes me tight, an orgasm sweeping through her just moments before mine hits. I keep buried to the hilt, shooting deep inside of her as she goes limp in my arms.

Pushing her hair out of her face, I kiss her forehead and then her nose before taking her lips again just once more. Her lips curl into a soft smile, and I know I’m fucked. If I wasn’t already locked in her life forever before, I sure am now.

An episodeofSurvivorplays in the background as Avery curls up on the couch beside me beneath a fluffy pink blanket and calls her parents. The lingering smell of bacon fills the air from breakfast, and an empty coffee cup rests on the coffee table in front of her.

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