Page 40 of Keeping Ava

Turning my face, I scrape my teeth against her inner thigh and bite down just hard enough to sting a tiny bit. “You already are.”

And just like her shirt, I tear her panties off, leaving her bare to my eyes, exposed with her pretty cunt mere inches from my lips.

She’s smooth and wet and the loveliest shade of pink. Pure perfection given as a gift to me by God himself.

“Please, make the ache stop.”

I’m done. Have no self-control left in me.

I bury my face between her legs, eating her sweet little pussy like a crazed man. Licking. Nipping. Devouring every drop of her arousal as she cries out, body bowing off the bed as I fuck her with my tongue.

She should always be like this:

Lost in her pleasure.

Riding my face.

Coming on my tongue.

Ava’s natural sweetness explodes on my senses, and I pull my pants off with one hand. My cock springs free, bouncing against my abdomen before I grip it tight with my fingers, pumping it in time with each lick. I twist my wrist on each downward stroke as she cries out my name.

From her entrance to her swollen bundle of nerves, I swipe the flat of my tongue up her core. More wetness. More whimpers of more.

“What do want, Ava? Anything, and it’s yours.”

“Please.” That’s all she gets past the scream that catches in her throat as I suck on her clit and she shatters, breaking into a thousand beautiful pieces, but I want more.

She’s sweet in my mouth, and I haven’t had my fill. Never will.

Releasing my cock, I slide a finger inside her heat and pump in and out slowly. I keep her on that edge of hypersensitivity and so close, my lips on her clit not ceasing their torture. Just a little more.

Her pussy is slick, and the sound of her juices coating my finger on each entry causes my cock to leak pre-come onto the mattress.

My need is almost demonic. My desires sinful.

But I won’t stop until she’s as gone as I am. Until she’s crying out her need for me.

Her walls pulsate and tighten their hold on my finger. “Elijah, I can’t...oh fuck!” The second I scrape my teeth down her bundle of nerves, she explodes.

Harder than the last time, she tenses, and her hips lift off the bed. At the sight of her head thrown back and coming from my mouth, I crawl up her body and position the head of my cock at her entrance.

I rub back and forth, dipping a little inside her tiny hole and pulling out to draw out her pleasure. I do this a few times, waiting for those eyes to focus again on mine before I slide in to the hilt.

“Motherfuck,” I groan, grinding my teeth while trying not to move. Breathing in and out does little to help. Not when the room smells of us. Not when she’s so tight and hot.

Her walls pulse, and my cock gives a small jerk inside her. I’m losing the battle. Resisting my natural need to fuck is overwhelming.

“Elijah, I—”

“I know.” Bringing my face down to hers, I kiss her lips once...twice. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

Being her first time, I’m giving her a few minutes to adjust. She might’ve played with toys in the past, but they couldn’t have been big as her hold on my cock is near choking.

For her, I bite the inside of my cheek and pray for mercy. I wait until she smiles at me, and her pussy clenches a few times, giving me permission to move. “Can I?”

“Yes.” Those baby blues look up at me with so much want—hunger. There’s something else there, too—a coquettish glint in them that causes my heart to beat like a war drum. For my cock to pulsate in time with her intake of breath. “Make me yours.”

Chapter 13

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