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“You’re too big,” she whispers. “It’s like you somehow got even bigger in the last six years and I don’t think that’s possible.”

“I’m not too big, Ave. Your cunt was made for me, you just need to relax and trust me,” I say, my hips pushing forward a bit, sliding in just a touch more before pulling out and doing it again. “Touch yourself. Rub your clit for me so I can give you all of my thick cock.”

She listens, one hand moving from my shoulder to her clit, her slow, steady movements beginning and I can feel the moment her body starts to relax, her tight cunt letting me in just a bit more. Sliding back out, I lean forward, kissing her, meltingdown against her as I thrust forward a little further this time, until finally my hips are seated all the way against her.

“Fuck,” she groans, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as I repeat the movement, fucking her slowly to start but as she begins to moan I pick up the pace.

Fucking Avery is everything I could’ve dreamed of and more. My memories of what it had been like don’t even hold a candle to the real experience, and even then no one ever came close to replicating what we had.

Or have.

“You feel so good, Harris,” she says on a moan, her pussy clenching around my cock as I tweak her nipples, pinching one before switching to the other and my tongue continues its assault on her mouth.

Pulling back, I lean down, taking a nipple between my teeth and tugging, Avery’s mouth falls open, her dark pink lips in the shape of an O that I’m desperate to shove my cock between.

When I look back at Avery, her eyes are dark, hungry, like something has switched inside of her and she’s no longer in control.

“Fuck me harder, Harris, I seem to remember you used to have a little more intensity to your thrusts. Are you getting soft in your old age?” she purrs, humor in her eyes as she teases me, knowing I’ve never been able to back down from a challenge.

“You want harder? You want to remember what it feels like not be able to walk straight the next day? Every time you sit down, you’ll remember what it felt like for me to be seated deep inside you?”

“Yes, please,” she moans as I push down against her clit.

Lifting her leg, I throw it over my shoulder allowing myself an even deeper, more intense angle that I know drives her wild. Her head falls back as her hands search for something,somewhere to hold onto, landing on my back as her head falls back in ecstasy.

The feeling of her tight cunt around my cock, her body shuddering around me as I feel the tingly sensation in the bottom of my spine beginning, letting me know I’m starting to get close. Unable to hold back, I start fucking her savagely, every thrust harder, more intense as I angle deeper, her fingers still playing with herself as I lean forward and take a nipple into my mouth.

Her moans get louder when I bite and suck, moving to the flesh around her nipple I suck and mark all over them until I know she’ll be reminded of this night for days to come. But she doesn’t fight me, she leans into it as she arches her back giving me more access.

At this point, I need her to come. I’m so close to falling apart inside of he, that I need her to fall apart with me. “I need you to come with me now. Come on my cock, Avery.”

That’s all it takes for her to fall apart, tearing me over the finish line with her as I unload into the condom until I’ve strung every bit of each of our orgasms out.

Jesus fuck, if I thought fucking her six years ago was incredible, it was nothing compared to this.

I’m so fucked.

Chapter Nine

Avery

I’ve spent the last six years cheating myself out of mind-blowing orgasms by staying with Peter, and after tonight I’m super pissed about it. I don’t have anyone to blame but myself; I mean, I stayed with the guy even though I knew from the beginning he wasn’t an expert in female anatomy. Hell, that man can’t tell a clit from an asshole if he has a magnifying glass and a picture book for reference. Harris, on the other hand, could play my body like a fiddle blindfolded and upside down.

The after effects, though, of lying here in his bed, our naked bodies still sprawled out together as we work to catch our breath, this might be more damaging to my emotions than the actual fucking was.

This feels more intimate between the two of us, whereas, people fuck all the time just for fun, you don’t have to make it mean anything more than what it is.

“What the hell did you just do to me,” he groans as he rolls off of me and onto his back, his arm still under me and even that minimal contact almost feels like too much.

“Me? I’m pretty sure you just tried to kill me with your dick.”

“Oh, but what a way to die that would be.” He smirks as we both catch our breaths.

Not wanting to overstay my welcome, I roll over and kick my feet off the side of the bed and grab my shirt and throw it on, shoving my boobs back in the lingerie at the same time. No need for the girls to be out any longer, they’ve served their purpose and they have the battle scars to prove it.

Peter can take his battle scars; I much prefer mine.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

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