Page 26 of Ava After Midnight

He groans, muscles straining, cock throbbing inside me.

I drag my nails up his chest, the rhythm of his heartbeat surging beneath my fingers.

His eyes flutter. His breath stutters.

“I want to hear you beg again.”

His voice isn’t smooth anymore. It’s wrecked, gravelly, so fucking raw.

“Please.”

“More.”

“Please, let me come.”

I ride him harder.

His hips jerk involuntarily.

I drag my hand up his stomach, nails scraping along muscle, watching the way he trembles beneath my touch. A low groan rumbles through him, frustration curling into pleasure.

“You like fucking me?”

A tiny nod, barely there.

I grab his face.

“Open.”

His breath shudders, but he listens. His mouth parts.

I spit into his mouth.

His whole body tightens, a growl escaping from deep in his chest.

I swipe my thumb over his lower lip.

“Swallow.”

He does.

I smile. “Good boy.”

His restraint is in shreds. His body is shaking beneath me. His breaths come out sharp, desperate.

I let my weight settle on him fully, grinding against him, pressing him to the edge.

He groans, head falling back, his body aching for release.

I stop.

His voice is wrecked, guttural. “Ava?—”

I stroke my fingers through his hair, tilting his head up to meet my gaze. “Try again.”

His lips part on a ragged exhale. His voice is barely a whisper.

“Dame todo, mi reina. Ruíname.”

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