Page 40 of Single Mom's Secret Diary
No worries, I can give that to you, love.
Reaching down under her other thigh, I lift her off her feet and pin her against the door. Her legs wrap around me easily.
We grind together until her soft, whimpering moans tell me she needs more.
“Do you want me to fuck you against my door, beautiful?”
Her grip on me tightens. “Yes.”
It’s the only word I need. Shifting her in my grip, I reach between us to unsheathe myself and pull her panties to the side.Avery is so wet that it barely takes two thrusts to sink completely inside her.
Our groans chorus against each other.
As much as I want to take this slow, to worship her, to prove to her that I’m more than a seriously good fuck, it’ll have to wait until later, until I have all the time in the world to pleasure her.
“You’re so wet for me, Avery.”
She clamps down on me, and I’m lost for a few beats.
“I’m taking that as a concession that you believe me when I say there’s only you.” My mouth finds her ear, licking the lobe before giving it a gentle bite. “There will only ever be you.”
Her soft whimper tunnels into the ravenous beast inside me, and I take her with a little more force. Our bodies slide together perfectly. I’ll never grow tired of it.
The sweet slapping of our hips together is driving me wild. I wish she were completely bare to me so that I could see how her slick spreads across her thighs. Granted, it’s no contest to the way her features transform from the pleasure, mouth hanging open in a small O when I find the spot she likes. The one that will detonate her in no time.
I may not have a lot of time, but I can—I will—give her as many orgasms as possible while I have her.
Avery shudders in my grip, core undulating around me, grabbing hold and making me fight for every thrust until I have her shaking and whimpering.
She bites back her cry as she comes on me. I press into her harder, trying to catch my breath.
After a few seconds, I set her feet down and wallow in her frown before I turn her around on shaking legs and pull her ass back against my still-hard cock.
I slip back into her ripe little pussy easily.
This time, she does cry out, hands braced against the wooden door, head turned to the side to show off the flush of her lovelyskin. Her mouth hangs open as I unleash a quick, sharp beat to my thrusts.
Like this, I can touch her more freely, roam my hands up her thighs, grab two full handfuls of her ass, reach around and stroke her clit.
“Look at how well that sweet little pussy of yours takes me.” I whisper the words from her diary into her hair.
Her fingers curl against the wood propping her up. As furious as she was with our reading her diary—or parts of it, anyway—she’s reaping the rewards, and I haven’t gotten pushback about it.
Multiple orgasms and a boneless satiation can change a woman’s mind easier than anything else. Or at least, that’s my experience.
“Like you were made for me and my cock.”
She flutters around me again, and I stroke her clit harder.
“If I had the time, I’d show you just how well all of your holes can take my cock. How many times I can truly make you come. You’d lose count.”
Her moan is sweet music to my ears.
“You want that, beautiful? Hmm? You want me to completely ruin you?”
A higher-pitched noise answers me this time before she bites out the tiniest “Yes.”
What a fucking dream come true.
