Page 115 of Unspoken Promises

He grabs my hips possessively. “Is that what you call this?” He stares down at where his shaft shoves into me. “I’m taking my time. Admiring my woman.”

He uses his thumb to circle my hypersensitive nub.

“I could stare at this pretty cunt for days.”

I groan and try to grind on his dick, against his thumb, but he secures my hips, steadying them, slowing the tempo I’m trying to build on. The desire becomes heavier and heavier between my thighs.

After having his mouth on me, the way he admires the space between my legs and his burly arms, tanned, ridiculous pecs… I’m feeling desperate to be fucked now.

He sinks in deeper. I rock my hips upward, managing to force him to surge in and bottom out.

“Fuck, Ava. You’re so tight. You’re going to wring every last drop from my cock.”

“Please…” I close my eyes. The full feeling of being stuffed with this man has my nipples peaked. “Take me.”

At that, he finally lowers himself into me, and his hot flesh sears my thighs. His massive shaft is balls-deep, and I buck relentlessly, urging him to do the same. I grind up on him, hitting the base of him, and it’s like he’s everywhere. I’m not used to this feeling, I’m not used to him, hell, maybe I’ll never be; he’s got to be unusually big, maybe not the right size for any average human woman.

But I love the burn. I love the stretch. I love the way I can see he loses control on top of me, pounding into me ruthlessly, harder and harder until my tits bounce. He leans down to kiss me, sinking his shaft farther in. I had no idea this was possible.

I groan, and he catches it in his mouth. I swallow every growl of his, too. The pleasure I feel right now has to be better than anything in the world. I want him to disappear inside me and stay here for days.

Except my body has other plans.

My insides tighten and clench. He sits up, and as if having him there isn’t enough, he circles my sopping wet clit with his thumb and braces me with his other hand. His brow is furrowed in concentration. I hump my hips hard to meet his thrusts. More. I want this to last forever.

My body unravels all over him. Wet smacking noises fill the air, and he rubs me viciously on the clit as if he’spossessed. My core pulses and clenches so hard I think I’ve hurt him when he lets out a groan.

“Ah… Fuck, Scottie. Fuck…” He hisses out.

His dick gets bigger inside, throbbing, my insides growing even warmer than before.

Finally, he pulls out, and steaming hot cum spills out onto the crease of my thigh while I raise my hips to grind against him, giving my man every last drop of pleasure.

I want everything with him. Nothing seems off limits. Nothing seems impossible.

He lies to the side of me for a moment, panting, catching his breath when his dark eyes open and his gaze burns into mine. He takes my hand and puts it over his heart.

“Yours.”

I smile, loving the reversal, and I lean down to take a nibble of his lip. “Mine.”

He props himself up on an elbow and brushes the backs of his fingertips along my forehead, chasing away stray hairs and combing through my strands in such a tender way it has me closing my eyes. I’ve never felt so loved in my life as in this very moment.

And to think it all could have been so different.

The thought of it burns the backs of my eyes again and tears brim again. “I can’t believe how lucky I was tonight.”

“That wasn’t luck.”

He laces his fingers through my hair and grips the base of my skull. “The moment he touched you, I knew, somehow, some way, it was his last day on earth.”

The day I walked through the gates at Echo Valley Ranch, I knew Enzo Mendez was protective. He used to protect thingsfromme. Now, despite knowing everything about me, despite us both finding out I unwillingly played a role in this evil, he loves me.

He would have killed for me.

“All would have been lost without you coming.” A sadness laces my words.

He’s quiet for a moment, but I hear his mind whirring.

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