Page 38 of Avery's Hero

My pussy is his forever.

Oh god. Did I just think that? What the hell has happened to my brain?

When I’m limp and sated, after my second orgasm, I’m nearly dead. Like a rocket that’s been shot to space and depleted all its fuel.

Brock curls me into his side and pulls the blanket over me. It feels like Heaven. Okay, maybe not quite like the big “O” heaven I was just in, but it’s got to be a close neighbor. Really close, still right up there in the clouds. His arms, his bed. His warmth… pure bliss.

Brushing his five o-clock shadow over mytemple, he says in a sexy as hell voice, “Sleep, babe. I’ve got you. Nothing in the world can hurt you tonight.”

“Ooof,” I whisper back. It’s all I can manage because I’m already drifting off.

Just this one time.

Just this once, I’ll sleep in his arms. Safe. Protected.

When I wake, my heart is racing. I feel like I’ve been plugged into a socket. Like something lit up my electric grid.

As soon as I see him, I know why I feel like I’ve just been hit by a loose wire. He’s freaking over the top. And I’m the focus of one hundred percent of his attention.

There’s pale morning light streaming in the window. Where the sheet is pushed back, Brock’s warm hand is resting possessively against my uncovered thigh. He’s magnificently naked, sitting on the edge of the bed, a cup of fresh coffee in his hand.

For a minute, he watches his hand splay wider on my thigh. Then he looks at me. I fall head first into those emerald beauties and barely even hear him say, “Morning, beautiful. This is for you.”

I blink and look around the room. “You made coffee. In your kitchen. In your house. I’m in your house. Oh god. I must have been in a coma.”

He nods, and a sexy grin tips up one corner of his mouth. “Did I fry those wicked little brain cells of yours?”

“No fair,” I say, pushing up to an elbow and taking the offered cup. “It’s too early in the morning to judge me. God, this smells amazing.”

He leans down and kisses me on the temple, hismorning scruff grazing my skin. “Yousmell amazing,” he growls.

Shivers dance down my spine. In a yummy, very male morning voice, he says, “No judgment here.”

I sip and let my eyes wander over his breathtaking bare chest. It’s broad, smooth, and heavy with corded muscle. Brock is masculine perfection. Tanned, cut, and big.

Everywhere. Especially his morning erection which is eagerly standing at attention.

My throat goes dry again. Roughly, I say, “Okay. So, this happened. I thought maybe it was a dream.”

As he studies my face, he asks, “Regrets?”

I shake my head. “Not yet. It could still happen, I’m only half online right now. A few microprocessors are still firing up.”

For a second, his eyes show something that could be disappointment, but he hides it quickly, replacing it with a somber expression. Voice cool, he says, “I’ll be in the shower. I won’t be long. Unless you want to join me.”

Curling my legs up, I move to sit against the headboard. “Tempting,” I say, “But I’m sore. If your dirty talking promises were true, I might oughta stay away.”

That distant expression is gone in an instant. His eyes narrow hotly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. When you were riding me in the truck, I was really fucking deep. I knew you’d be bruised and knew we should have had more time to get you ready. That’s why I didn’t take any more last night.”

Glancing at his big, veiny erection, I say, “The Louisville Slugger will wreck a girl.”

“You came so hard, though.”

I blush like I’m turning into a tomato.

He grins as he slides his hand farther up my thigh. “There are a lot of other positions that aren’t so deep. We can try those next time.”

I watch his face too as I say, “Hm. I guess, but I kind of loved it deep.”

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