Page 14 of Broke Down Single Mom

He adds a third finger inside me and curls all three with each deeper stroke. I feel myself clenching and tightening around him as he eats me out, as he slurps and nibbles playfully until I’m pushed over the edge. I love the sound of his growl as I come against his lips, my juices flowing as he consumes me, as he finger-fucks me into the sweetest abandonment of my own senses.

I shudder and twitch, riding the wave of ecstasy, but it doesn’t stop here. I’m not given a single moment to recover, and I’m still trembling as Kellan gets up and pushes me back until we reach the bed. I lay on my back and he climbs on top, desire burning in his emerald gaze. I lift my knees and spread my legs wide to let him in.

He takes a moment to scan me from head to toe, lips curling into a devious smile as he admires my throbbing pussy. “Do you want me inside you?”

“Take me, Kellan. Fuck me. Please.” I moan as I feel the tip of his cock probing my entrance.

He spears me with his full length, and for a moment, I’m breathless . He’s fucking huge, stretching and filling me to the brim, and I love every sensation. Every nerve ending is activated, my very core humming as he slowly starts to move. He brings one arm around my waist to keep me locked in place while he plants his knees into the mattress and uses his spare hand to tease my clit some more.

“Touch yourself,” Kellan says.

I take hold of my full breasts and squeeze them softly as he continues to move, slowly and surely, deeper with each thrust. Moans escape my throat as I revel in each sensation, our eyes locked on one another as he brings his hand up to touch my left breast.

“Make yourself come for me, Avery,” he says.

While he fondles my flesh and fucks me harder, deeper, faster, I stroke my swollen nub into another frenzy. The pressure builds up as the night falls darker outside, as my mind unravels and my hips bounce upward to receive the magnificence of the moment. We establish a smooth rhythm that gradually intensifies until Kellan is so deep inside me that it’s as if our very souls have become entangled.

“Yes, just like that!” I cry out, applying more pressure to my clit. Harder, I flick.

Harder, he thrusts.

I’m out of my mind and coming apart at the seams as Kellan claims me, as he savagely possesses me and fills me, spinning me into a splendiferous madness. His grunts of pleasure amplify and turn me on even more. I tighten my pussy around his engorged cock, feeling it twitch as he goes deeper, harder.

“I can feel you squeezing me, baby,” Kellan growls, tightening his grip on my breast and pinching my nipple until it stings and I scream my bliss into the night.

He rams into me, over and over, beads of sweat dripping from his temples and splashing my face as I come yet again, as I ripple outward and explode all over him, as he fucks me into oblivion and spills his seed inside of me. It goes on for what feels like forever—this aggressive orgasm, reckless abandonment, loss of reason and logic as our bodies are intertwined. I lock my legs around his waist to keep him inside me for as long as possible, feeling his cock trembling and my pussy pulsating with bliss.

We kiss, and he collapses on top of me, holding me close.

I purr like a kitten in his arms.

The night is young, though, and we both know it.

“I’m just getting started,” I tell him.

“Good. ‘Cause I’m nowhere near done with you, Avery.”

I don’t have to leave this place anytime soon. No one is rushing me out of here. I’m not going to rush myself out of here, either. How could I, when this man has so easily and selflessly taken me into his life and into his bed. I’ve never felt this way before. Kellan has given me full control over myself and my decisions. I’m free to do as I wish. And right now, I would very much like to stick around and enjoy more unexpected and unquenchable passion. Whatever happens next barely matters in the darkness of the night.

5

Kellan

All night. We went at it all night. I still can’t believe it. I didn’t think Avery had that kind of energy in her. Yet she continues to surprise me. From the moment I stumbled upon her down that snowy road, I knew she was special. It was as if my very soul had beckoned me to find this woman when she needed me the most. I thought she just needed help towing her car. To learn that she had been through hell just to survive activated parts of me that had been dormant for quite a while. And then to discover how warm and passionate, how tender and sweet she truly is… this wisp of a woman, this small yet vibrant mother of two equally vibrant girls… damn, I did not see any of it coming.

My muscles ache, but it’s a sweet kind of ache. My flesh feels tender and hypersensitive, still tingling from her kisses. Memories of last night continuously flood my mind, causing my cock to twitch anxiously. It’s making my pants feel tighter than usual though I welcome the soreness. That woman sucked me dry in more ways than one. Her intensity in the bedroom is otherworldly, to say the least. We resonated on so many levels, I’m genuinely in awe.

She’s having coffee somewhere outside with Helen while the girls play in the snow. My aunt stopped by a kids’ store and came over with proper winter clothes for the little ones—ever the thoughtful lady. Someday, I will avenge her. I will pay my parents back in kind for all the harm they did to people who didn’t deserve it. I’ve devoted my life to the law and to justice. I’d be a hypocrite if I didn’t hold my own accountable for their crimes.

Until then, however, I will gladly focus on a piece of shit named Daniel Madison. I can’t consider him a man. Not after everything he did to Avery and shoving little Miley. That’s not a man. That’s a lesser creature who deserves to be crushed and wiped off the face of the earth. I’ve only known Avery for a few days, but I can tell she’s honestly terrified of that fucker. The bruises on her daughter’s arm and on her face are a constant reminder that he’s a fucking monster, because only a monster would hurt his own child like that, only a monster would strike a woman in anger.

“We’ll need to go through the proper channels first,” Luke says as he pours more coffee into my mug. We’re in his office, having a private meeting about Avery’s ex-husband. “I’ll have our guys investigate him officially and see how much information they are able to get before we switch to our lesser-known channels.”

“As much as I want to disagree with that strategy because of the precious time we’ll be wasting chasing down half-hearted social workers, I have no choice but to go with it,” I grumble, adding some cream to my coffee.

“We need to figure out how well-connected this guy really is,” Luke says.

I know he’s right. We’ve dealt with seemingly unpopular characters who happened to have the right friends in high places, and it almost got us in legal trouble at a time when our security company couldn’t exactly afford that kind of scandal. We almost lost Wolfhound Security because we didn’t stir the waters first, just to see what kind of snakes would come out before setting our sights on the main target. We learned the hard way. It will be much better if we’re more careful this time around, if we cover our tracks as much as possible in the process. It might take more time to find Daniel, but at least then we’ll know precisely who we’re up against.

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