Page 68 of Single Mom's Secret Diary
With his voice a little garbled with pleasure, relief flashes across his features. After a few tense seconds, Ezra asks, “Have you seen Avery?”
Ryder, the traitor, looks down into my eyes.
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Ilook down at Avery, my cock buried deep in her mouth. She sucks. Hard. And swallows me down further.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.My hand locks into her hair, desperately wanting to recline and fuck her face.
When I peer back up at Ezra, he’s smirking. With a knowing nod, he starts to close the door. “Come find me when you’re done. Both of you.”
“You got it.”
The door closes, and I fall back, dropping into the pleasure of Avery’s mouth and how she works me. Slowly, my hips cant up, seeking the end she’s promising me.
“Fuck, Avery. I want your puss so badly.” Even though it’s hard to catch my breath, she’s already got me on the brink of coming. “I want to plunge myself into that wet heat and hear you moan for me.”
She moans around me, and I’m swallowed into her throat. My hips push harder, and that soft gagging noise as she takes it has my balls drawing up.
How is she so perfect?
Time disappears, and I’m lost in the way she takes me, the tears streaming down her cheeks, how her mouth is spread wide around me, completely lax to take most of my cock down her throat.
Submerged in the pleasure, my orgasm slams into me out of nowhere, one pump just like the others, and my muscles seize me. My cum pulses out of me, and Avery sucks it down.
Fuck.
I’m still twitching as I glide out of her mouth. After a few strokes, she tucks me back in my pants. My hand falls down the side of her face, tracing her bottom lip with my thumb.
Avery blinks up at me, a mix of sultry and innocent as she draws my zipper up and puts me back to rights. She stands, leaning over me to plant a chaste kiss on my mouth, but I pull her down against me, chests pressed together, and kiss her deeply. God, I enjoy the way I can taste myself on her tongue.
I’m so fucking in love with her.
I never thought it would be possible again. But this feeling is so much more than what I ever experienced with Francesca. And we were weeks from getting married when she broke my heart.
“I want to eat you for lunch.”
Avery laughs, hazel eyes bright as she runs her hand through my hair, almost grooming me. I want more of this. I want it all the time. I want her. All the time.
“I’m serious. Promise me.” I nibble her bottom lip, enjoying how she wiggles against me.
“How can I turn down that offer?”
She could, but she wants it, too.
I finally let her go so that she can stand, and I follow her, brushing her hair back from her face and admiring her beauty—the plumpness of her lips, the strength and softness in her gaze, the silkiness of her hair, the smoothness of her skin.
It’s more than that, of course, that makes her beautiful. The better I get to know her, the more beautiful she is. A proclamation of my love lingers on the tip of my tongue. It’s too soon to confess it. Maybe.
Avery gives me a small smile and spreads her hands down my chest and stomach. “You look freshly fucked.”
My laughter booms so hard that I rock with it. “I’m not the one who looks fucked, my dear.”
“Mmm. Supremely satisfied, then.”
I lean in to whisper against the shell of her ear. “As you will be soon.”
