He pulled her hand down. “Touch me. Take me in your hand and grip my dick tight. Stroke me. I won’t break.”
He was so big in her hand. She could barely get her fingers around him. His hand came around hers forcing her to be rougher. He taught her how to touch him, pulling her hand over his cock, stroking up and down from the thick base up to cover the head.
She loved the deep groan that came from his chest as she took over. She didn’t have to worry about whether or not she was pleasing him. He would show her how. He would talk to her. There was such sweet freedom in that. A creamy pearl of arousal tipped the head of his dick, and she let it coat her fingers.
“That’s it, baby.” He growled his approval.
He pulsed in her palm, getting even bigger as she stroked him.
“Stop. I don’t want to come in your hand, and I’m going to if you don’t stop.” He didn’t let go of her hand, merely pulled it away from his cock. He backed up to the couch and let his big body fall back so he was sitting down. “I want to be inside you.”
She stood there watching him as he tore open the blue package in his hand and rolled a condom on. She was really doing this. He was big and hard and ready to fuck. The word came easily now. It had seemed ugly before, but now she felt the affection behind it.
“Come on. Ride me.” He started to pull her on his lap. “Straddle me and take my cock.”
“Don’t you want to go to the bedroom?” Avery asked.
His eyes hardened. “No. I do not, and if you don’t obey me, I’m going to spank that gorgeous ass. I’m going to explain this to you because it’s all new, but in the future, you’re going to give me what I want or you’ll have some discipline coming.”
She didn’t wait for the explanation. She was being silly and obnoxious again. He’d been perfect, and she was questioning him. He’d brought her more pleasure than she’d ever had in her life, and she still pushed back. It was stupid. She wasn’t going to do it anymore. She climbed onto his lap.
“That’s what I want.” His hand circled her waist. She could feel the head of his cock right at her pussy, teasing her. She put her hands on his shoulders, reveling in the feel of hard steel under soft skin. “I’m letting you set the pace because you’re going to be so fucking tight. I don’t want to hurt you. You need to control the penetration this time.”
His hand went down between them, and he guided his cock. His eyes were down, staring at that place where he’d started to penetrate her. “God, that’s so fucking pretty.”
His voice was deep, guttural, and it had taken on a lovely musical quality she hadn’t heard before. It suited him so much better than the flat cadence of his normal voice. Avery swore to get him to talk like that every time they came together.
She lowered herself on to him carefully, well aware that her whole body was involved. She could feel how slick she was.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. Tell me you want me.”
Did she want him? How could he doubt it? She looked at him, trying to find a hint of deception, that he was playing with her, but his face was taut with arousal and desire. For all his beauty, he was just a man and she wasn’t giving him credit. She was looking at his gorgeous face and body and thinking he never had a moment’s insecurity. It was wrong. He was human, and he was asking her for something.
She leaned forward and touched her lips to his. He needed her, and she wouldn’t hold a damn thing back from him. She could taste herself on his lips, tangy, sweet and so intimate it hurt her heart. “I want you, Lee. I need you. I want you like I want my next breath.”
He pulled on her hips. “Take more.”
He wasn’t as in control as he wanted her to think. She could see that, and it made it so much easier to sink onto his cock. He filled her, invading every inch and stretching her pussy until she thought she might burst, but she was determined to take every centimeter of that hard, hot cock. She wanted it. She craved it.
She let gravity do its work, impaling herself on his length. His face was tight, his eyes down. He was such a pervert, watching her pussy take his cock, and she was just as bad, watching his face, glorying in how much he obviously loved what they were doing.
“Do you feel how hard you make me? I’m so fucking hard, Avery. That’s all you.” Even as he got what he wanted, he still was giving to her.
Tears pricked her eyes because she had no idea what she’d done to deserve this man. He made her brave. He made her honest. “Do you feel how wet you made me? I didn’t know I could get so wet. I didn’t know I could feel so good, Lee. Your cock feels so good.”