Page 88 of Unspoken Promises

When she finally releases my head from her grip, she’s ravishing— her hair disheveled around her shoulders, face flushed, and her mouth is red and bitten.

“You like tasting yourself on my tongue?”

“I tasted myself before…” Now her cheeks flush even more than they already are.

Fucking hell.

Ava is clearly not some totally inexperienced sixteen-year-old losing it on prom night, but still, I know when I finally enter her, it might hurt, and it has me slowing all of this right down.

I pump my finger in and out. “This feels good?”

She nods.

I slip another one in, but it feels like I’m stretching her. She’s so tight. I want her to be in control. So in one fell swoop, I switch positions, and now I’m lying next to her.

“Get on top.”

She straddles me, and her body spreads open around me so perfectly. Her hips wide and open.

“Play with my cock, Scottie. Own it. Use me.”

She teases her slit with my dick, a perfect fit in her palm. She squeezes me with pressure, and the silky soft feeling of her still swollen and wet pussy is too much to bear.

“Do you like this?”

She still sounds bold, but I detect the smallest bit of uncertainty.

“You do everything right.”

She rises slightly to notch my dick at her entrance.

“Should I get a condom?” I fucking hope she’s ready for this.

I’ll have to be careful with her. Beads of sweat are collecting between my pecs just trying to hold back from sinking myself deep inside.

“We don’t have to use a condom. I’m on birth control.”

Alarm bells sound. “You are?”

“An implant.” She continues to circle my dick around her entrance.

It’s hard to have this conversation like this when she feels like ecstasy, and yet my heart pounds against my rib cage with rage. How could they have done that to her? Forced a young woman to have birth control?

I need to ask her. I need to know…

I hold her hips tightly to stop her moving. “Do you feel safe with me?”

“I do,” she whispers. “I want this.”

I close my eyes and enjoy how slick she is before gazing up at her, hair around her shoulders like goddamn fire.

“Fuck, Ava, you feel amazing… you’re sure? Tell me you feel safe.”

“I know I’m safe with you.”

“And you’re sure about not using a condom?”

“It will feel better without, won’t it?”

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