Page 61 of Avery's Hero

I let my eyes drop down his perfect abs until I’m fixated on his erection. Somewhere, there has to be monuments to penises like his. Taunt velvet skin stretches over the long, broad length of it. Veins wind along the underside, and the head is dark pink, totally engorged. I smile as I stare at it.

“I’ll admit, it’s hard not to gulp when I think aboutthatgoing in small places. You’re huge.”

To think I tried to deepthroat that sucker. Sounding half out of my head, I say, “I see you’re ready for another home run.”

With a husky laugh, a cocky tilt to his grin, he says, “Or a moonshot.”

I laugh, “Hush and kiss me while I impale myself.”Then I angle myself over his cock, and lower my mouth to his, as I guide his head between my slippery folds.

He kisses me gently. His throat rumbles with a groan as the muscles of his hips flex beneath me. There’s so much power in his body, he could wreck me, but he doesn’t take over. He just wraps his big hands around my hips and lets me ride him as his eyes devour me.

It was pointless to think I could make him come before me. I fail miserably. When he rolls and pinches both my nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, I scream.

Moonshot is right.

I nearly fly right off the bed, my climax is so violent. But he holds me tight with those mighty hands of his, and when I turn boneless and collapse onto him, he flips me beneath him.

I want to grumble. But I can’t. It’s useless to try.

The devil.Made me lose control.

And, heaven help me, when I look up at him, all the remaining breath is knocked out of me. His jaw is hard, his gaze is commanding, every bit of his gigantic energy field is focused on me. Lowering his lashes, he hotly says, “My turn.”

When I open my mouth, he presses the pad of his finger to my lips.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” I hear myself cry roughly.

That devilish, hot as sin smile is back.

Letting my fingers range over his body, I explore him, inch by inch, while he holds my face between his big hands. Brock kisses my temple, my jaw, and along my neck so tenderly, that tears fill my eyes.

When he shifts, and pulls back to sit on his heels, I’m dizzy, breathless, and my pussy is so soaked. Every nerveending on my body is overheated. The air around us is alive with chemistry.

Eyes widening, I prop up on my elbows. “What are you doing?”

“Falling hard for you.”

A squeak comes out of my throat.

He laughs, darkly. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Don’t freak out.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t be having this conversation now?—”

“No, this is exactly when I think we need to have this conversation. I need for you to know how I feel.”

“Oh, Brock.”

He leans over, braces his hand next to me.

“It’s crazy, but I want you as mine.”

“Me? Now?” I half croak.

“You now."

His voice drops lower. “I’ll be gentle.”

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