Page 48 of Single Mom's Secret Diary
When she finally breaks, I spread my mouth over her hips and the insides of her thighs as I wiggle my fingers deep in her core, wanting to draw out every last quake.
Then, I retreat in inches, catching her glazed gaze and unzipping my slacks. Avery bites her bottom lip before her eyesdrop to watch me pull my cock out. I use the slick from her pussy to stroke myself.
She sinks down another inch, and the offering has me spreading my head against her pulsing lips. We both watch as I push myself inside her at an agonizingly slow pace. After a few short thrusts, I’m fully encased in her heat. It draws a groan out of me.
I will never get used to how good she feels. Like someone is running a light current through us.
Grinding myself into her, I bend down for a nuzzle. Avery is so damn responsive, lifting to rub her nose against mine, her hand finding my cheek and bringing me back from my tight control. Something about this woman undoes me.
She makes me want to be nice. To understand her. To make her happy.
My cock twitches inside her, and her smile blazes up at me. It’s so wide and pure that it becomes my new goal. I want to make her smile like that as much as possible.
Moving my hips, I set a slow pace, dragging myself against her every dip and ridge until we’re both shaking. Until I can’t hold back anymore. I rear back, circle her waist with my hands, and use leverage to bring us together.
The new angle has her gasping, her nails finding purchase in my skin as she grabs my bare forearms. The way her mouth hangs open tells me I’ll be able to get another orgasm out of her before I come.
A deluge of wetness spreads across her thighs, creating soft sucking noises between us.
“I love the way you feel,” I tell her, my voice low and more gravelly than I’m used to. Avery has turned everything I knew about myself on its head.
Who knew I would love fucking her so much? That she could drag this clawing pleasure out of me instead of the tepidkind I’ve always experienced before? That I would become so attached to her that I actuallywanther near me as much as possible?
Even if she’s just in the same room as me.
I stare down into her eyes as I cross that threshold. No stopping now. My hips are slamming against hers without any conscious thought.
Avery contorts beneath me, straining against where I hold her in place as I plow through her orgasm.
My own grabs me by the base of my spine and bucks me against her, keeping us locked together as I spill into her.
Her hands grab at me, drawing me down over her. I go. I’ll do anything she asks me to.
Avery holds onto me, arms around my neck and shoulders as we shake. Her thighs squeeze my sides. I stroke them with long, slow movements, savoring every inch of her skin, every second I have her.
I mourn not uncovering all of her. Not getting to watch her small breasts bounce with every thrust. Not getting to suck them into my mouth. My cock twitches with the line of my thoughts. But I only get that kind of access after work, when the four of us play in the boardroom.
It’s too easy to get caught here.
I pull back far enough to kiss her, and it’s quickly made obvious that I want more—would take it, given different circumstances—because we’re both breathing hard and pulsing together when I retreat.
“Mmm. I like this new code. Plugging numbers…” Her small smile and the wicked glint in her eyes break me. I’m laughing from the delight of being in her presence. Of her making jokes with me.
Avery’s smile grows wide, and I’m absolutely done for. She’s everything I never knew I wanted.
23
Avery
Being with three men, who are miraculously not jealous of each other, is mind-blowing, especially at work. They love to share me in the boardroom after business hours—sometimes before the end of the day—and we’ve sullied every surface of that room, especially the conference table.
My favorite by far is when Ryder propped me against the floor-to-ceiling windows and took me from behind, my breasts pressed and scraping against the cold glass as he powered into me. Fuck, I’m wet just thinking of it.
It always starts in the same vein, focused on my pleasure, building me up into a needy frenzy that takes all three of them to soothe. God, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, and it happens every single day. Well, besides the weekends.
Sometimes, I get one or two of them during lunch, but the mornings seem a bit more special. They like to have me to themselves before everyone else comes in.
This morning, I slip into Ezra’s office, silently closing the door behind me and flipping the lock. I lean against it and smile at him.
