“I can bring someone else . . .” She cants her hips toward me, my wet dick rubs against her inflamed pussy 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.
“I want you to come for me, Ava. Now,” I order, taking a break from mouthing her nipples.
She does. Her legs clench me tight against her body as it arches off the bed. I feel her come soak my cock and I almost lose control. My hips jerk and the huge head of my erection slips inside her wet, hot hole and that small contact is enough to set me off.
With a roar, I rear back and grab my cock. With a few rough jerks, I pull the orgasm from the base of my spine. It barrels out, spurting long, milky jets onto her bare mound, over her belly, and onto the curves of her breasts.
She lies beneath me, panting and wide-eyed.
I stare at the mess I’ve made and I find I’m not sorry at all. No. There’s only one thought in my head, only one concept that runs in a tight circle inside my brain. I bring my hand down on her belly into the viscous fluid and smear it everywhere. I even drag two fingers of it down over her pubis and into her hot cunt, shoving my sperm up inside that tight channel.
My entire world has narrowed down to four letters. Mine.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
AVA
Well.
I pant, trying to get air back into my lungs. I’ve just come so hard my brain feels it should be leaking out of my ears. Between my slick thighs, Rafe slides his fingers inside me, pumping over and over again. It’s sending aftershocks skittering through my body with every movement of his fingers, but I don’t tell him to stop.
I feel good. Actually, I feel amazing. But I still feel hollow deep inside, and it’s something that even his pumping, thrusting fingers can’t satisfy. In the crudest terms, it’s the hollow ache that can only be satisfied by a good, deep dicking.
And we haven’t even come close to that.
“Rafe,” I murmur when I can breathe again. My hands trail over his shoulders. “How are you . . .”
I pause, because it feels weird to ask. Are you hanging in there? Are you getting all weirded out? Does he think I’m not going to notice that he flinched away from sticking that baseball bat inside me? Rafe is many things, and so is Godzilla. “Ignorable” is nowhere on that list.
“I’m the happiest goddamn man alive.” His voice is raspy, and he pushes his fingers into me again, fascinated by the slick glide. “And you’re so goddamn beautiful it hurts.”
“That’s a lot of goddamns,” I say lightly. I feel a bit silly. Really good, pretty boneless, but silly. “Save a little for later.”
“Later?” He looks up at me, finally, after intensely scrutinizing his fingers working in and out of my pussy. “You need to come again, baby?”
Me? I bite back the laugh that threatens to erupt and flex my hips instead, rocking on his fingers so they slide into me even harder. They make a wet noise inside me, and his fascinated gaze goes back to my pussy. “You still haven’t come, Rafe.”
“Oh, I did,” he breathes, pushing those fingers in me again as I rock down. “I came all over you.”
“But not inside me,” I tease, and squeeze my inner muscles around his fingers.
He hisses and I know he can feel me working him. He shakes his head. “Nah. I’m good.”
“You’re not.” I continue to work his fingers, and he pumps inside me even harder, and I bite my lip, because I’m getting all aroused all over again. “You mean to tell me if I reach down and grip your cock, it’s going to be all soft and limp in my hands?”
Rafe groans and presses his face against my thigh.
“That’s what I thought,” I say in a soft, teasing voice. “We’re not leaving this bed until you’re deep inside me, and you come so hard I feel it in my throat.”
Instead of telling me that it’s arousing to hear me talk like that, or that I’m sexy, he shakes his head and presses a kiss to my thigh. “I can’t. Jesus, I want to so badly, Ava, but I can’t. I’ll hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I exclaim.
“You’re too tight.” His fingers push inside me again, as if to prove his point.
“Then loosen me up.” I spread my legs wider, gripping my knees and presenting him with my open flesh.
His gaze goes there, then he shakes his head again. “I’ve had hookers turn me down at the sight of my cock, Ava.”
Yes, but they weren’t in love with you, I want to say. I bite back the words. It’s probably just jungle fever. Stockholm syndrome, something along those lines. I’ve grown attached to Rafe Mendoza over the last week, and right about now, I’d do anything for him. Maybe I’m not in my right mind to be declaring love right at this moment, so I won’t.
It’s clear my virgin needs to be eased into things. “How many fingers do you have inside me right now, baby?” I ask him.
“Two,” he says, voice gruff. “And you’re so fucking tight.”
“Put a third one in me.”
Time to get a little theatrical. It feels good, but to win over Rafe’s reservations, I need to act like it’s the greatest goddamn thing I’ve ever felt in my life. “Oooh, yeah,” I moan, and squeeze my pussy around him again.
“You like that, baby?” He thrusts into me again.
“God, yes.” I bite my lip and groan, pressing my arms against my sides so my tits thrust up a little higher, a little more noticeable with each grind of his hand into my pussy. Thing is, I had a boyfriend once who was the nicest guy and lousy as hell in bed. I’m a champion at faking how good something feels. And I bet I can get Rafe over his hesitation. “Spread your fingers inside me, Rafe. Push me to my limits.”
He does, and I bear down on them even as he thrusts again. My pussy’s making wet, sloppy noises against his fingers, and the sound fascinates him as much as it embarrasses me. But the wetness is a good thing, because we’re not stopping at fingers.
“Feel good?” he asks, voice husky and so full of want that it makes me ache.
I nod. “I still want more, Rafe. I want you.”
“Can you take four fingers?”
Yeah, I’m gonna have to, I think, but I nod. If he needs this before we move to the next round, I’ll give it to him. “Do it.”
He pulls back, and when he pushes deep into me again, everything feels tight and tense despite our efforts to loosen me up. “That’s good,” I tell him, bucking against his hand. “Keep doing that.”
“You’re fucking swallowing my fingers in that gorgeous cunt of yours, aren’t you?” He pushes into me again, then out, then begins a slow, wicked rhythm that makes me forget that I’m supposed to be working him. I feel my nipples tighten in response, and the low, delightful pressure begins to build in my belly again.
“You feel so good, Rafe.” I raise my hips, trying to chase the orgasm that’s building. “I need that big fat cock of yours, baby. I want you inside me when I come.”
A hiss escapes him and he grunts. His hand slides free of my pussy, and I feel weirdly bereft. I look down to see him working his cock with his hand. It’s gleaming with my juices and his come, and as I watch, another jet of semen fountains from the purple head of his huge dick.
“You came without me.” I sit up on my elbows, a pout on my lips.
“Not done,” he grits out, working his cock. His intense eyes gaze up at me. “Never done with you.”
“Mmm.” I reach between my legs and trace a finger over my clit. It’s slick from our mingled juices, and I suck in a breath as I feel my orgasm start to build again. “You’re not going to make me finish myself again, are you?”
“No.” He pants, still working his hand over his cock. “Just . . . need a moment.”
“Take your time,” I say sweetly and continue to touch myself. Not much, just enough to keep my body feeling pumped and the orgasm close by. Minutes pass, marked only by Rafe’s rasping breath and my occasional gasp as one touch takes me a little too close to the edge.
Then, quicker than he should be ready again, he leans in and begins to kiss my thigh, his mouth hungry and full of need. “I want you again, Ava.”
“You want to touch me?”
“Fuck yes.” His mouth moves to my pussy, where I’m touching myself.
I shield my flesh with my hand. “Then I want your cock inside me.”
He shakes his head. “Lemme just eat your pussy, babe. You taste so goddamn good.”
“I’m making the rules now,” I tell him, scooting back on the bed and sitting up. “Didn’t you get four fingers inside me?”
“Yes,” he says, and his hand goes to his cock. It’s like he can’t stop touching himself at the sight of me, can’t pace himself.
“Don’t you think your cock is about four fingers?”
“Bigger,” he grits.
“Well, I can take bigger,” I tell him. I wait until his gaze catches mine and then I deliberately slide my fingers to my pussy, where I’m still wet and needy. “Don’t you want in here?”
Rafe groans again, a sound like pain. There’s sweat on his brow. “I don’t want to hurt you, Ava.”
“You won’t,” I tell him. “Why don’t you let me be on top? We’ll go as slow as we need to that way.”
He hesitates again, but I know I’ve won. Most men love the mental picture of a woman on top. I slide a hand to my breasts and begin to tease my nipples as he gives it some thought, and that decides him. With a muffled curse, he turns and flings himself onto his back on the bed.
And Godzilla sticks straight up in the air.
I’m not gonna lie, it’s a damn intimidating dick. I’ve bluffed and told Rafe that his size doesn’t bother me, but I need to conquer Everest if we’re going to move ahead. The sight of him thrusting upright has my thighs clenching with a firm feeling of NOPE, but I ignore it and try to judge his girth for myself. I put a hand at the base of his cock; my fingers don’t go all the way around it. Jesus. Again, my thighs go NOPE. But Rafe’s watching me with such tension on his face that I want to ease him. I want to make him feel better about himself. That he’s not a freak with a monster penis and no woman will touch him.
Because I love touching him. And I want to make him feel good.
So I sling a leg over his thighs and straddle him. “I’m going to go nice and slow, all right?”
His eyes are tense slits, but he nods at me.
I move forward, trapping his cock against my pussy and I crawl up him, positioning myself. I lean forward so my breasts can brush against his chest, and his gaze goes there, utterly fascinated. That riveted gaze makes me feel bold, so I rock my hips against his cock, sliding back and forth over his length. I’m rewetting him, because I’m still slick as hell, and I’m gearing myself up to take him.
Rafe groans, and his hands move to palm my breasts. “I love your tits, Ava.”
I bite back my own gasp, because his fingers feel incredible plucking and teasing at my nipples. “They kinda love you back, you know. That feels so good. Keep touching me.” He does, and I continue to slide over his cock, getting used to the size of him, the sheer girth, lubricating him with my juices even as Rafe teases my nipples until they’re peaked, tight, and aching.
I lift my hips and reach down between us. His cock is slippery, but still so gosh-darn big. I fit the head of him against my opening, determined not to be afraid. People have sex with big dicks all the time, right? Look at porn. Except I suspect Rafe would make porn stars jealous.
“I’m going to move down on you,” I tell him.
“Ava, we don’t have to do this,” he tells me. His hand moves to my breast and he squeezes it again. “I can lick your cunt all night long.”
“Hush.” I settle the head of him against me, and then let gravity do its work. Except gravity doesn’t seem to want to work. I’m wet, but I’m not loose enough to take him. I push down against him, determined to make us fit.
A sharp little pain drags through me as I push down on him, and I suck in a breath.
Rafe freezes under me. “Ava, no—”
I ignore him and rock my hips, bracing my hands on his chest, determined. He groans and his head goes back against the mattress as I work the head of his cock into me. It’s a tight, uncomfortable fit, but I feel a surge of triumph that we’re making progress.
“Fuck,” Rafe growls. “You feel so fucking tight and just . . . ah, fuck.”
“I’ve got you, baby,” I tell him. “You feel good. So big.” Half of it’s the truth anyhow. I feel like I’m being stretched over something far too large for my body, but the fact of the matter is that between gravity, my slickness, and my small
movements, we’re making progress. He’s slowly sliding into me.
I bite my lip and rock down on him again, and then we’re at the halfway point. “We’re just going slow this time,” I tell him. “Next time, once we’re used to each other, it won’t be quite so . . . torturous.”
The look on his face is stricken and he tenses under me. “Torturous? Ava, am I hurting you?”
Oh, damn it. Bad choice of words, Ava. I shake my head and give him my best seductive smile. “If I was hurting, would I do this?” I flex my hips and bear down on him, and he sinks farther into me.
And, okay, that sent unpleasant twinges all through my innards. But underneath me, Rafe hisses and his eyes close. “Oh, fuuuuck.”
And that’s worth every moment.
I continue to wiggle and move over him in small, rocking motions, until my hips are meeting his and, incredibly, I’ve taken his entire outrageous length inside me. “There we go,” I say softly, and rake my nails lightly down his abdomen. “How do you feel?”
“I need to move, baby,” he groans, and the cords in his neck are so tight. It’s as if his entire body is straining under me.
“Then move,” I tell him, and rock my hips a little.
I’m surprised at the intensity of his thrust. He pushes, and I feel like my entire body jumps a foot. A startled gasp breaks from me, because I’m stuffed so full of him that I can feel everything, every throb of his cock, every drag of his skin against mine, even the press of my IUD deep inside. And I definitely, definitely feel him rub against my G-spot.
There’s a huge plus to having a guy so big he can rearrange your organs, I realize. I’ve never had a guy hit my G-spot just through penetration before. But with the size of Rafe in me? There’s no way he can’t.
He stills at my gasp, his hand sliding down my side. “Ava?”
“Do that again,” I breathe, and hold on to him. I know I’m on top and I know I’m supposed to be in charge, but fuck it. “Pump into me again, Rafe. Now.”
He does, and all my nerve endings flare with excitement. I moan, and my legs clamp against his sides. “Oh fuck,” I breathe. “That’s amazing.”
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