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With that last word, I swallow, letting his cock slide in just that much further. His hips push forward, like he’s unable to help himself and at this point I can’t even be mad. With a quick nod toward him, he takes the hint and takes control.

Gripping my hair tightly, he holds my face still and fucks it, his hips thrusting up as he slides his cock in and out of my mouth.

“You feel so fucking good, Ave. This mouth,” he says, sliding out slowly before quickly slamming back in, “was fucking made for my cock.”

His words spur me—opening wider, I let him in just that much further, that much deeper until the pressure is almost too much. The look in his eyes, the pleasure I see, it makes it all worth it. With my hands on his thighs, nails digging in, I let him fuck my mouth.

“I’m going to come. Do you want me to pull out?” he asks, but I just take him further, to hell with my gag reflex. I want to taste him.

The small glimpse before wasn’t enough. I crave more. I crave the look of ecstasy on his face when he comes, knowing I brought him there. His eyes widen at the realization of what I want. It must excite him because somehow each drive of his cock feels more intense, his pace messy as his last bit of restraint snaps.

I feel the tug on my scalp become more intense as his grip tightens, his length now sliding in and out with more ease. With wild eyes and fast thrusts, he comes.

As he slows, I don’t stop, wanting every last drop of his cum. I want every sensation of his orgasm to be incredible, knowing it’ll still only be a percentage of the way he made me feel.

“You’re fucking perfect, Ave,” Harris says, his hand moving from my hair and caressing my cheek. He’s looking at me with such adoration I can feel my eyes start to well up.

Leaning down he moves to kiss me, but I pull back.

“You just… I probably still have you in my mouth,” I say, warning him before he goes to kiss me again.

Lifting me up, he pulls me with him as he rolls on top, his mouth finding me in the motion. He doesn’t hold back, his mouth assaulting my own in a bruising, fast-paced kiss that I can’t help but moan into.

Pulling back, he looks at me. “You think I care about my cum in your mouth? I’m not afraid of my own cum, especially when it’s your mouth I’d taste it from.”

“You’re—” I start, but he’s already leaning back in.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

As you wish.

Chapter Ten

Avery

Peter

Stop being fucking ridiculous and get back here.

Avery, this is ridiculous. I was at an event, I’m not going to look like a dick and embarrass these women by turning them down.

You better just be out cooling off or getting your nails done. Whatever you need to do to calm down, we all know I can make your life hell if you leave me.

“So, what happens now?” Harris asks as we sit in his kitchen having coffee.

It doesn’t matter that I said it was only happening once and then I would be leaving. Once turned into twice, which turned into three times, then I lost count when we finally went tosleep at four in the morning, only to be woken up with his mouth kissing down my body.

Ten out of ten recommend that as a way to wake up with a smile on your face.

But now that it’s done… that the rebound hookup has happened, what do I do next?

“I don’t exactly know. I texted my sister last night, but I knew she was leaving to drop her kids off this morning so hopefully I'll hear from her once she’s done.”

Kelly doesn’t have a huge place, but I’m sure she’d let me snuggle in her bed with her for a little while until I can get back on my feet. I have to figure out what I’m going to do, though, because I thought Peter was just being extra possessive last night because he had been drinking. Based on the text messages I woke up to this morning, that’s doesn’t appear to be the case.

He’s not letting me go—at least, he doesn’t think he is. He’s definitely willing to ruin my entire career to keep me with him if that’s what it takes. I don’t want to give in… but how can I afford to live on my own, find a new job, get insurance, and not end up homeless?

“But you’re really not going back to him?” he says, his usual confidence is gone, stripped back leaving him vulnerable.

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