Page 60 of All That Jazz

“Patience, Ava doll.” I lean down to kiss the crest of one ass cheek and then pull her hips away from the dresser. Pulling open one drawer, I blindly fish around until I locate a strip of condoms. I rip one off and close the drawer, and then spin her around so I can wrap my hands around her waist and hoist her up onto the dresser. Her gaze flicks to my trousers, and she watches captively while I unbuckle my belt, unzip my fly and free my throbbing erection.

She starts to reach for it, but I grab her wrist, stopping her. “Not yet.” Ripping the foil with my teeth, I remove the condom and roll it on. “Spread your legs. I want a lotof room.”

She’s panting rapidly and bends one knee, lifting her leg to rest her foot on the edge of the dresser and pressing her back against the mirror. I grip the base of my cock and drag it up her flooded slit, unable to suppress a throaty groan at the feel of her scorching heat.

Ava drops her head backward against the mirror. “I need it.”

“I know you do, baby.” I stroke the head up and down again, then hook my arm around her knee to slide her ass to the edge of the dresser. “But first, I need you to tell me what you’re thinking about right now, just so I know all my efforts aren’t in vain.”

She pants. “You know what I’m thinking about.”

“Say it,” I snap.

“I want...I need you inside me.” She drops her gaze to where I’m stroking her lips with my cock. “I need you so deep inside me that you split me in half.”

“Atta girl.” I push just the tip inside; just enough to allow me to lean closer to her face. “Eyes up here, Ava.”

Her gaze flicks to mine. There’s not a hint of the redness of impending tears from before, and I slide out.

I stroke her hair away from her face and cup the back of her neck. “There’s so much I wanna do to you.”

“Then do it,” she murmurs. “Do everything.” She swallows. “I’m yours.”

Fuck.

The second those two words spill out of her lips, my proverbial heel immediately lifts off the spiraling chaos of feelings at the center of my chest, and I know I am a fucking goner.

Oh fucking well.

I crash my mouth to hers and drive my cock as deep inside her as it can go. Ava moans loudly, desperately, and her arms fly forward to wrap around my neck. I pull back and slam back in, over and over and over. Her ankles lock around my hips, and she grinds against me as she curses and whimpers my name against my lips. I grip her hair, anchoring our mouths together while I piston my hips harder and faster.

Ava tears her mouth from mine to moan loudly, framing my face between her hands while she presses her forehead against mine. Releasing her hair, I grab the severed back of her dress and growl deep in my throat as I rip it completely in half, blindly tossing it aside. Beads fly through the air, scattering all over the place, and the mirror is smacking against the wall, rapidly and forcefully. With one hand, I grip her hair into a ponytail, jerking her neck backward so I can kiss and bite and suck on her skin while sliding my opposite hand between us to squeeze her breast.

“Fuck, Ava,” I growl against her neck, thrusting harder and deeper as her back presses against the mirror while it continues bang against the wall. “Fuck,you feel so fucking good.”

She’s still holding my face between her palms. “I need more. I need more. God, I need you.”

An explosion of glass from the mirror shattering causes her to yelp and me to scoop her ass to lift her off the dresser. I blindly turn and stride to the bed, separating myself from her only long enough to throw her on the mattress and crawl between her thighs. I re-enter her with a thrust so hard that she cries out and claws her nails into my back. She starts fumbling to pull my tie loose, ripping my collar open, sending the buttons flying, and she kisses and sucks on my neck. Slipping my hand under her thigh, I push her leg up against her torso and hit her at such a deep angle that she throws her head back against the bed and screams.

Her full orgasm causes her pussy to clamp around my cock, pushing me over the edge of my own climax, and I come harder than I can even remember; so hard and so fast and so furious that I briefly go blind.

I collapse on her bare breasts, panting, and she cradles one hand around my head, her fingers lightly combing and tugging my hair. I can feel myself smiling, and I lift my head to make sure she is, too.

She’s not.

The look on Ava’s face is an unmistakably pained grimace, and my smile fades. “What’s wrong?”

Her brows gather, and she moves her shaking hand from my hair to my shoulder. “My back hurts.”

I squint. “Hurts how?”

She swallows. “I think it’s the glass.”

Immediately withdrawing my spent cock, I quickly remove and tie off the condom, then grab her arms and lift her to sit up.

The pale blue comforter is streaked with an alarming amount of blood. It looks like a fucking slasher flick. Looking over her shoulder, I realize, with no small amount of horror, that her back is smeared with blood and covered in wounds that look like someone gave her a hundred lashes with a whip.

“Oh fuck, Ava.” I’m at a momentary loss for what to do other than hold her shoulders while she shakes like a friggin’ leaf. “Holy fuck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize—”

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