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“Fuck, Ava.” My voice shakes. “Get. On. My. Dick.”

She brushes my nipple again. “No one wants that more than I do.”

My fingers flex on her hips as she lines me up at her entrance. The breath leaves my lungs at the hot press of her pussy on my head. Even through the condom, she feels silky soft. So tight that I have to grit my teeth.

I watch her face as she sinks a little lower. A groove appears between her eyebrows, deepening the further she sinks.

“Oh, Sawyer,” she pants, biting her lip. “You’re a lot.”

“Too much?” I tighten my grip on her hips, holding her up.

“No.” She shakes her head, her hair falling over her shoulder onto her chest as she closes her eyes. “Just give me a minute.”

“You got it, pretty girl.” I grab the hand she has on my chest and twine our fingers. “Press back on my hand. I’ll hold you up as long as you need.”

She nods again, her fingers curling around mine as she does as I told her and leans her weight into my hand. I wait, sweat prickling along my scalp and spine. I can’t breathe.

I don’t say that being an inch inside her, maybe less, has me seeing stars.

I don’t say that I’m dying to yank her down so I’m sunk to the hilt inside her.

I don’t say a fucking thing. I just watch her and wait. Heart drumming all the while.

She sinks a little lower, her breath catching. She opens her eyes, and they lock on mine.

I’m hit by the idea that she’s looking for something. Comfort. Encouragement.

Safety.

My body responds before my brain does. I swipe my thumb across the back of her hand, same way she touched me. Ordinarily I’d shy away from being so openly affectionate, but I’m able to do it now because I’m not worried about scaring her off. After tonight, we’ll never see each other again. Might as well leave nothing on the table.

It’s a small gesture. But her green eyes still soften. She sinks a little lower so that I’m most of the way inside her, the tight grip of her pussy on me unreal.

So Ava likes the dirty talkandthe gentle caresses. The vicious neck bites and the sweet, simple way our fingers are tangled.

She’s hungry for it all, and that makes me feel at home—at peace—with my own hunger. Like I’m not some deviant for wanting her the way I do. For saying the things I’m saying.

Goddamn, a man could get addicted to this feeling.

I could get addicted to Ava.

CHAPTER7

Ava

OBSCENITIES AND ORGASMS

Taking a deep breath,I shut my eyes and sit all the way down on Sawyer’s dick.

There’s a blinding flash of pain, which draws a moan from deep in my throat. My legs tremble. I hold his hand in a death grip as the burning stretch between my legs throbs in time to my heartbeat.

I always feel full when I’m on top. But the fullness I feel when I’m on top of Sawyer is next level. His cock is thick, and when I look down, I see myself splayed open around him.

Weird that I like the feeling of being split in half? The burn, the pain, the anticipation—it’s achingly hot, scorching me from the inside out.

Especially when paired with Sawyer’s tenderness. He’s got a filthy mouth, and he’s not afraid to get rough. But he’s also capable of being gentle just when I need it.

Case in point, he does that thing again where he draws his thumb over the back of my hand. “Keep breathing, pretty girl. We can change positions if you want? Try something a little less?—”

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