Page 69 of Pretty Relentless

“That’s enough,” I blurt out, reaching for her hand and pulling her off me.

Her face registers a little shock, as well as worry. “Did I do it wrong?”

I reach for a condom in my bedside table. “Nope, you did it completely right, and that’s the problem. I was two seconds away from exploding down your throat.”

That sexy as fuck blush returns. “That would have been all right.”

“Next time, sweetheart. Right now, I need to be inside you,” I state, wrapping my dick in rubber and reaching for her hips.

Guiding her over my lap, she gets in position. “Umm, I’m not sure I can do this.”

“You can,” I tell her. “Let your body do the talking. Just do what feels good. I’ll love every second of it.”

I wait for her to tell me she’s not interested in being on top, but that never comes. Instead, she reaches between her legs and takes my cock in her hand. She rubs the head of me through the wetness dripping from her pussy before positioning it at herentrance. She slowly starts to lower herself onto me, and all I can think about is how utterly amazing she feels.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Take it slow,” I instruct, watching as she gingerly drops down onto my cock.

She gasps when she’s halfway rooted, her muscles stretching to accommodate me.

“Does it hurt?” I ask, suddenly worried it’s too soon.

“A little, but it feels so good too.” Her head falls back and her eyes close.

Gritting my teeth, I add, “Take your time.” I don’t care that my balls are starting to throb, that my body is begging me to thrust. I won’t hurt this woman.

When she’s finally seated on top of me, she opens her eyes and meets my gaze. “Oh God,” she whimpers before lifting up a bit and sliding back down.

I force myself to remain still, lightly gripping her lower hips to help guide her. I take her all in. The swell of her breasts as she moves, the swirl of her hips as she finds a rhythm that feels good, the sight of my cock disappearing into her tight, wet pussy. All I can do is watch in complete rapture, knowing and understanding she’s downright changing things for me.

For the better.

Life is so much better with her in it.

She flexes her nails into my chest, biting into my flesh. Her hips pick up the pace, and I know she’s getting close. Her pussy muscles start to tighten around me, as she rocks her hips. “Gavin.”

My name.

My fucking name on her lips as she starts to come is what does it. It triggers my own release and sends me reeling. My spine practically burns as it tightens and tingles, and this time, I’m unable to stop myself from flexing upward. She’s squeezingme so firmly as we get off together, I can’t really tell where I end and she begins.

As cheesy as it sounds, we’re one.

Ava falls forward, her sweaty body pressing against my equally sweaty chest. “Wow,” she mutters, her warm breath tickling my neck.

With my arms wrapped around her back, I hum in agreement. “You’re a natural,” I tell her, hoping to continue to boost her confidence where sexuality is concerned, because fuck me, Ava Rutledge is about as hot as a firecracker on theFourth of July.

“I think I liked that,” she confesses.

“I’m glad, because you’re really fucking good at it.”

She kisses my jaw, not seeming to be bothered in the slightest by the scratch of my scruff. “Not that I want to bring up my past at this moment, but I’ve never been on top before.”

“The guys you’ve been with are idiots,” I insist, kissing her cheek before claiming her lips. “Complete, utter wankers.”

“Wankers?” she asks with a giggle. “Are you British?”

“Nope, but it seemed a little more PG than assholes, fuckers, or selfish douchebags.”

She watches me for a minute. “They were all those things. You make me feel…alive. Valued. Different, but in a good way.”

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