Page 12 of Lilies in Autumn

I knew grown men whose spleens fell out of their assholes for looking at Dante the wrong way, yet this girl didn’t think twice about making fun of him. I was mesmerized.

Celeste grabs the bottle out of his hand, smirking at his annoyance. “Be careful, I’m not afraid to bite, big guy.”

“Red, I’d like that bite.”

Rolling her eyes, Celeste holds up the bottle, “Ava, let me give you a haircut. Get a chaser.”

So that was my girl’s name, Ava.

I watch as she licks her lips, the confusion clear on her face. “CeCe, you’re not touching my hair. Are you high? The scissors in this place probably have hepatitis, and I just had my hair dyed.”

Celeste rolls her eyes again. “Aves, a haircut is when you tilt your head back, open your mouth, and someone else pours in a shot and then a chaser.”

Ava’s cheeks flush. “Right, I knew that.”

Her innocence was a fucking aphrodisiac; between her porn star body, Bambi eyes, and naivety, I was hard as a goddamn pole. I wanted to fuck that innocence out of her, starting with her mouth.

I take the bottle from Celeste. If anyone was going to give this girl her firsts, it was me.

“What is this, pass the fucking bottle?” Dante snorts. “Can we just drink, or does Ava need to hold it next before I can get a shot?”

I look at Ava, her full lips are tilted at the corners, and she seems to enjoy the back and forth between Dante and her friend. Someone must say something amusing because she throws her head back and laughs a full, throaty laugh that sounds like everything good in the world. Her face transforms from beautiful to breathtaking when animated like this, and I have the overwhelming need to see her laugh every day.

“Come here.” I hold out my hand to guide her to me. “Now, vixen, tip your head back. Yes, just like that.” I stroke her throat as she tilts her head back, exposing the column of her perfect olive skin. “Good girl,” I murmur into her ear. Her quick intake of breath is fucking music.

“Now, open your mouth.” Parting her lips slightly, I lift my hand from her throat and bring it to her face, squeezing both cheeks in. “Wider, Ava. Show me how wide your mouth can open.”

Ava opens up for me, stretching her lips past her teeth. “Ready, vixen?”

She offers a head nod in confirmation.

I slowly pour the Jägermeister into her mouth, careful not to feed her too much of the liquid. Reaching behind me, I grab a bottle of soda from the table and pour it in after the alcohol. “Swallow.” As the dark liquid works its way down her throat, I imagine it’s my cum she’s swallowing. She would look so pretty on her knees, mouth full of my cock, while spit and cum run down her face. Just the thought nearly has me shooting my load into my jeans.

My thoughts are alternating between fucking her until she can’t walk and making her laugh daily. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?

“Good job, vixen.”

Ava brings her chin down and looks at me. “Most people call me Ava or Aves. Why are you calling me vixen?”

I pull her to me, not wanting my words to be broadcast to the entire room. “Sweetheart, if no one’s told you what a fucking wet dream you are, then I’ll be the first.” My hand trails down her arm, encircling her wrist. Her pulse flutters under my fingers. “Come out back with me.”

Ava pulls away from my grasp. “Thank you so much for that. I appreciate it, but I don’t know you, and Ted Bundy was also super flattering but ended up killing, like, seventy people.”

Did she just compare me to Ted Bundy?

“Did you just compare me to Ted Bundy?”

“No, I just made a note that you were flattering but could also be a serial killer.” This girl must have a steel pussy if she feels confident enough to compare me to a notorious murderer. Most men cowered in my presence, let alone had the balls to insult me so blatantly.

“Vixen, I’m not planning on killing you. I’m sure your location is shared with your pit bull, so even if I were to take you, we wouldn’t get very far. Come outside with me.”

“Pit bull?”

I let out a laugh. “Celeste. She looks like she would cut my dick off and feed it to me if I did something to hurt you.”

“You’re not wrong. She loves watching people eat dick.” Her cheeks redden. I raise an eyebrow. “No, no, that’s not what I meant. What I mean is that she enjoys putting people in their place, when it’s deserved.”

“Vixen, I’m not concerned about what she watches.” I hold out my hand. “Come with me.”

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