Page 70 of Claiming Pretty

The warmth of her.

I slid my fingers between her folds, relishing the slick heat.

Ava’s breath hitched as I circled her clit with agonizing slowness. Her hips rocked against my hand, seeking more friction, more pressure.

I obliged, increasing my pace as I captured her earlobe between my teeth.

My free hand kneaded her breast, rolling the taut nipple between my fingers.

Ava’s hushed moans filled the steamy air. BecauseIknew exactly how to touch her, how to coax those sweet sounds from her lips.

I dipped two fingers inside her, curling them to stroke that spot that made her legs tremble. Her inner walls clenched around me, hot and tight. I pumped my fingers in and out, building a steady rhythm as I rubbed circles on her clit with my thumb.

Ava’s hips bucked against my hand, begging for more. I pressed my lips to her neck, tasting the lingering droplets of water on her skin. My teeth grazed her pulse point as I increased the pace of my fingers.

I’d stopped listening for Ciaran. He didn’t exist in this moment. Nothing did except her beautiful body in my hands.

“Fuck,” I murmured against her ear, “you feel so good, hummingbird.”

Ava froze, her entire body going rigid even as I kept working her pussy. She whipped her head to mine over her shoulder, her eyes widening in shock as they met mine.

“Ty,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. “What the fuck?”

She pushed at my hands, but I ignored her weak protests because her pussy clenched my fingers as if refusing to let me go. I held her firmly against me. My fingers never stopped their relentless assault on her swollen cunt.

“Keep it down.” He chuckled in my ear. “Or maybe you want my brotherto come in and see you being finger-fucked raw by me?”

Wetness gushed from her, coating my hand, her body betraying her even as she tried to break free out of some misguided sense of loyalty.

“No,” she whimpered, her voice cracking. “Ty, stop. We can’t—”

But her protests were punctuated by breathy moans as her hips continued to rock against my hand.

I could feel the tremors building in her thighs, the way her inner walls fluttered around my fingers. She was close, teetering on the edge of coming.

“Fight it all you want,” I growled, nipping and sucking at her neck, marking her. “But you love being pinned down by me and forced to come.”

My other hand slipped up to her throat, not enough to choke her, but enough to remind her who was in control.

“The only choice you have, hummingbird,” I said roughly, grinding my cock against her ass, “is whether you keep quiet so your littleboyfiedoesn’t hear or you screammyfucking name.”

Ava squeezed her eyes shut, tears leaking from the corners as she battled against the orgasm.

I felt the moment she gave in. The moment she embraced the inevitable.

“Fuck you,” she whispered under her breath.

She bucked her hips wildly against my hand as I drove my fingers deeper, faster. I could feel her pussy clenching rhythmically, her climax building to a crescendo.

“Good girl,” I purred, my lips brushing her ear. “Come forme, Ava.”

A strangled cry escaped her throat as the dam finally broke. Her entire body shuddered violently, and I held her tightly against me as she came apart, my fingers drawing out every single last drop.

Ava’s legs gave out, but I supported her weight easily, her pussy fluttering coming to a stop around my fingers, coating them in a fresh flood of her honey.

I slowly withdrew my hand, bringing my glistening fingers to my lips. The sweet musky taste of her exploded on my tongue as I licked them clean, my cock hardening to the point of pain as I savored every drop.

Ava sagged against me, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. I could feel the rapid pounding of her heart, the tremors still running through her body. Her skin was flushed, a rosy hue spreading down her neck and chest.

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