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I motion for him to take over, and when his hand rests atop her head next to mine, I shift back, giving him the reins. Lining up with her entrance, I hold the base of my dick, watching with fascination as it slowly vanishes into her pretty little cunt. My control snaps when I bottom out, Avery squeezing me while making muffled breathy sounds, and I pull back and slam into her. The force sends her joltingforward, choking on Theo's dick but she quickly recovers in time before I thrust hard into her again.
"Much better," I muse deeply, grasping her hips tightly. "Such agood. Fucking. Girl." I emphasize each word with the slap of our hips.
Theo keeps his hand on her head, guiding her as his head tips back and he makes his own sounds of pleasure. Avery quickly becomes a whimpering mess between us, and I reach around her, spreading two fingers around her clit as I gently rub.
"Fucking look at me," Theo says, and I'm glad he's talking to her and not me. Avery must obey, because he gives her a little nod of appreciation, the two of them deep in each other's gazes.
Not one to be shown up, I focus on her clit, drawing figure eights around it.
Theo growls, grabbing her hair. "Keep those eyes open, Aves."
Avery makes a sound of protest as I rock my hips while circling her clit. A smirk tugs on my lips—I know I'm making it unbelievably hard for her to comply, but it will be good for her to learn some control. Learn to fight against your body and will your mind to be stronger.
"Keep them open," I voice, stroking her faster as I slide deeper into her pulsating cunt. "Or we won't let you come."
Grey chuckles from the other side of the room, and I can just imagine her giving him the side-eye. From what I canmake out without directly looking away from her perfect ass, Grey's enjoying the torture as much as we are. He's leaning forward, watching her closely, while encouraging her to break.
"Come on, little killer," he grins. "Look at Theo while his cock is deep in your throat. You take them so fucking well, don't you?"
She moans loudly, shuddering as her hips push back into mine. She's close—chasing her orgasm while overwhelmed by all the sensations and voices. It's perfection, and I'm enthralled gazing at her fighting back, captivated by her sheer willpower as she resists and obeys simultaneously.
While one hand continues the attention on her clit, I bring the other to her ass, running my hand over the curves. I know what's coming before she does—her. My thumb grazes her little asshole, stroking the sensitive skin as Avery suddenly jerks at the new sensation. I don't relent, fucking her hard while pressing all her buttons, and before she realizes it's happening, her muffled cries are filling the room as she crashes into bliss between us.
"Fuck," I hiss as her body clenches around me firmly, ripping my own climax out of me. I quickly grab her hips for support, digging my fingers in as I thrust deeply into her body before spilling inside of her.
Somewhere in the mental haze, I hear Theo cursing, his hands gripping her head tight as his head tips back.
The two of us slouch forward, my body covering Avery's as I place a gentle kiss on the nape of her neck. Her breathing is ragged, her head drooped forward, and I move her hair aside as I lean to whisper in her ear.
"And it will keep beating for you, for as long as I'm your husband," I tell her, referring to the gift.
Avery twists her head to look at me, eyes focused and looked thoroughly fucked in all the best ways. "Forever?" She asks.
"Even when it stops, I'll still be yours," I promise. "Because you're ours now and no one is taking that from us—not even death itself."
Chapter 25
Avery
When the guards come to collect me for my mandatory psych session, I'm instantly in a bad mood at the thought of dealing with Elsher again. At least this time, the guys will know where I am if I suddenly disappear and find myself on the Lilydale most wanted list.
Except to my relief, we bypass Elsher's doorway and stop in front of Dr. Smith's. The feeling is short-lived though as I'm ready to give him a piece of my mind.
The guard opens the door for me and I don't wait for him to announce me or get the all clear, just barreling in.
"Did you have a nice little break?" I grumble, annoyed. Dr. Smith blinks at me in confusion, but I've already prepared for this conversation and have a full on speech prepared. "Seriously, Dr. Smith. Of all the times to be sick, you continue to have terrible timing. Why is it that I'm always affected by this special skill of yours?"
Okay. So, it comes out a little less angry than I practiced, but I'm still frustrated. Especially when he crosses his arms with an amused smile and leans back in his chair.
"Avery, you're fully charged today."
"I'm not a frigging cell phone," I shoot back. "Speaking of—some warning next time would be nice. That goddamn asshole—"
The words trail off in embarrassment as I spot movement out of the corner of my eye and realize we're not alone in the room. It turns to shock quickly, a gasp escaping my mouth.
"Margie!"
There, sitting in my usual seat, dressed in a pencil skirt and blouse is the old familiar face of my social worker. She blinks at me a few times, processing my appearance before her expression softens.
