Page 63 of Avery's Hero

My breath stutters against his lips as he presses into my center, stretching me with his giant cock. He angles my top leg higher, until I’m fully exposed to him, and twisted in his arms in a delicious pretzel shape. I’ve never felt so thoroughly surrounded in my life when his thigh aligns with mine, and his arms curl around me.

Heat floods my lower stomach. Something starts to glow inside my chest. Butterflies? Can they even glow? Well, in this magical world my brain has decided to create thanks to Brock, they can.

My nipples tighten painfully. I distantly hear myself whimpering and panting. As if he’s reading my mind, he palms my breasts, one, then the other, letting his callouses abrade my sensitive flesh.

“Ah, god. So good. So tight around me,” he murmurs as he pushes deeper.

Fisting the comforter, I moan against his mouth. He slides out and then back in, inch by inch, until the heat of his pelvis is pressed flush against my hip. He’s deep, but not too deep. I realize just how good this position is when he starts to move, working his body against me in a slow wave.

My g-spot nearly explodes with happiness. “Ohmyheavens, Brock.”

He groans deep in his throat, then shifts, folding me tighter beneath him. He buries his face in my neck. “I thought you’d like it this way.”

Like? I freaking LOVE it. But I couldn’t tell him if I had too. I’m now only capable of porn star sounds. No, these aren’t porn star sounds, these are animal sounds. He’s turned me into a wild, feral sex kitten.

I come undone in his arms seconds later, bucking against him. His name rolls from my throat in a long purr.

Colors, vivid and wild, fly behind my eyes, my heart stops and restarts in a fit. Heat ignites everywhere on my body at once. I’d put a raging campfire to shame.

Brock falls perfectly still. “That’s it, Angel.”

The contractions deep inside of me clutch at his cock.

He murmurs, “Avery, beautiful, perfect, Avery.” Hetakes my earlobe between his teeth. Then he bites down and he growls, “You’re mine, now.”

Gulp!

Something inside of me bursts like a dam. I don’t know if it’s my heart, but the orgasm that sweeps over me is so strong it steals my breath. I clutch desperately at him. “Oh yes. Yes. Yes… God. I’m dying.”

When I come back to Earth, he’s watching me with pleasure. I sigh as little contractions and ripples course through my body.

Brock’s dark green eyes are smiling. He brushes my damp hair back. For a few seconds, he just looks at me with warmth in his gaze, then his expression shifts and turns mysterious. “Not dying, sweetheart. You’re living, and so am I for the first time in years.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

I’m rocked. Avery is so damned beautiful beneath me. Like an angel made for pleasure. I love the way her hair is tumbled over my pillow in dark, shiny waves, and the way her skin is pink from the heat and pleasure that I gave her.

I’ve really fucked up. This isn’t going to end well. I took a wrecking ball to the chest when she came in my arms with my cock buried deep inside of her.

Heart in my throat, I turn Avery, settling between her delicate legs, wrapping her thighs around my waist. Sliding my arms below her slender back, I cradle her. I want her eye to eye with me even though I’ll have to hold back in this position.

Blinking like her brain is coming back online, Avery’s got a tiny smile on her face. Her color is hot, her skin dotted with perspiration. Those deep, soulful eyes flutter and lock on mine.

“Wow,” she whispers. “I didn’t know you could do something like that.”

My ego tries to swell, something that happens every time Avery looks at me like I’m something special. “I hope you’re ready to come again.”

“Oh, okay, if you insist,” she says with a wicked little smile.

“I want your eyes open and on me when you come on my cock this time.”

“Bossy.”

“Not bossy. Hungry for more,” I reply.

We fall silent. Holding her in my arms, I fill her with my body until I’m hitting the deepest places inside her. All while knowing that something is happening. Something we can’t undo. Something that’s going to cause untold pain.

There’s no way we can keep up a ruse at work.

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