I’m not ruining this night with any pain.
She wants me despite the size of my dick, which has made prostitutes run away screaming. Not to mention the scars. I don’t understand how she wants me, but I’m done questioning it.
I crawl up her body, kissing the small rise of her belly up to the underside of her breast. Her tits are amazing. Full and ripe with nipples red like berries. I run my tongue along the curve and into the valley between them. Between us I thread my fingers through the folds of her sex that are wet with my saliva and her come until I can slip inside her again. She welcomes me with a tight squeeze.
“I can make you come again,” I tell her, leaning up to rub my nose against her neck. “I’m learning you. I know you like this.” She writhes under my hand as I find that hot spot in her cunt. “After I’m done sucking and licking every inch of your body, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue and fingers until I’ve sucked every ounce of come from your *.”
“I want this.” She grabs my cock in her hand—that hand that is softer than a lamb but surprisingly strong. Or maybe I’m just weak putty at her touch.
“No, Ava, we can’t.” But my body betrays me. It lunges against her touch and she laughs, a low, sultry noise that reeks of sex.
“Oh, Rafe, we can. I’m so wet right now.”
She tugs at my wrist and I reluctantly withdraw. With determination, she guides my soaked hand to my shaft. She wants dick inside her. Fuck.
Could I bring in Garcia? His eyes flared with interest he tried to hide. I’d do anything for this woman. It would kill me to see another man between her legs, but if this was the only way to hold her, could I do it?
“I can bring someone else . . .” She cants her hips toward me, my wet dick rubs against her inflamed * lips, and I strangle on the words. “Fuck, sweetheart. You are killing me.”
Her hands cup my face, and her beautifully mismatched eyes burn into me. “I don’t want anyone but you, Rafe. Only you. I know I can take you. Let me try.”
She wraps her legs around my waist and thrusts upward so that she’s riding the ridge of my cock. I grip the base of my cock tightly. Coming hasn’t made me less hard. None of this makes me less hard. I’m only growing larger, thicker, and longer. Every gasp in my ear and every brush of her skin against mine makes me crazier.
I lunge to my feet and pull her body to the edge of the bed. “I’ll make you come again.”
Using the head of my shaft, I rub it through her swollen lips up to her clit and back again. Her hole is so tight and small there’s no way I’m getting inside her, but I can put in just the tip.
“You safe, Ava? You on the pill or got the shot or whatever the shit women do these days? Do we have condoms?”
She taps her stomach. “No condom necessary, I think. I have an IUD. But I haven’t been tested in a year.”
“Don’t care.” I’m not ever going to have sex with anyone. My dick and I will only ever want Ava.
I hold my dick at the entrance of her small opening, waiting for her permission. She sucks in her bottom lip. “I haven’t had sex in a year, which is why I haven’t been tested.”
“Good enough for me.”
We both know I’m safe. I’m a virgin. A thirty-five-year-old virgin who has killed more people than Ava has ever slept with.
I ease the broad tip inside her, drawing out her lube and spreading it all over her lips and cunt. I repeat the action again and again, dipping in just a tiny bit and then retreating. My dick is screaming for more action, for deeper penetration, and I have to squeeze my cock to the point of pain.
My balls are drawn tight against my body as the urge to paint her with my come rides me hard. But I’m not coming until I hear her sweet sounds of release.
I circle her clit with my cockhead and then slap the pert flesh with my shaft.
“Hold your tits up for me, sweetheart. I need to suck on them.”
Eyes glazed, she does as I command. She places her hands underneath those ripe mounds and pushes them together. Without breaking my steady pattern of dip, circle, and press, I lean forward using all my core muscles to keep my body hovering over hers. I draw one nipple into my mouth and then the other, working back and forth between the two.
Her head thrashes on the mattress.
She needs more pressure. She needs it harder.
Her hand curls behind my neck, and I hear her whisper hoarsely in my ear, “I want you to fuck me.”
“I am, sweetheart,” I say behind gritted teeth. “The best way I can.”
“I need you inside me.”
I grab her ass and pull her against me. Her come, my come, I don’t know where the slickness all comes from, but it’s wet between us. She digs her heels into my back and rides the hard, rigid length. I work her roughly against me using all my power to give her the harder that she so desperately wants.