Page 31 of Love's Free Will

I spread her legs and dived headfirst between them, extending my tongue so I could get a better taste of the lingering drips of her from my fingers. I attacked her lower lips with ferocity, my tongue lapping up every bit of her slick goodness. She tasted every bit as edible as she looked. With her pink centerspread, I continued to lick her bud sticking the same fingers from earlier back inside of her.

Her moans were loud, desperate, longing and so fuckin’ sexy, making my dick harder and harder until I couldn’t take it anymore and had to relieve the tension by pulling down my jeans and stroking it. She came on my tongue not long after, a low throaty moan echoing around the room. I pulled back watching as her cream dripped down between her walls before I extended my tongue to catch it.

I stood up off the bed, letting her catch her breath. She stared at me hungrily as I lifted my shirt over my head and licked my lips.

“On your knees baby.” I commanded lowly. Without hesitation, like the good girl that she was, Averi lifted up from the bed and got down on the ground in front of me awaiting further instructions. Her eyes linger on the swell of my dick and a small smirk appeared on her face as she licked her lips. She wanted to taste it; I could see it in her eyes; so, I gave her what she wanted. “Open your mouth.” She did as she was told. “Wider.” Again, she obeyed. “You think you can take all of this dick in your mouth baby?” she nodded her head, but I wasn’t satisfied. “Use words.”

“Yes.” She moaned. “Can I touch you?”

“No hands.” I replied and she seemed to accept my challenge. With a flick of her tongue she licked the pre cum oozing from my tip before snaking her tongue around me. I hissed in satisfaction, feeling her pull me in, no hands, just her mouth. I watched her as she sucked my dick, bobbing her head back and forth. “Fuck Averi, god damn.” My dick seemed to disappear inside of her mouth so far, I could feel the back of her throat and she didn’t bat an eye, taking all of me in.

I’m going to fucking marry this girl. That’s all I was thinking as I watched her suck my dick as if it was the easiest thing in theworld to do. I wasn’t afraid to admit my dick was big, so fucking big most females could never get it half way in; Averi didn’t have that fucking problem.

I stared into her pretty doe eyes as her mouth moved up and down my dick, her lips swollen, feeling a tingling sensation in the bottom of my feet that traveled up my legs. I could feel my dick about to explode. I grabbed the back of her head fucking her face, gyrating my hips while guiding my dick in and out of her mouth until I couldn’t take it anymore and exploded inside of her mouth. She stuck her tongue out capturing all of my nut as I tapped my dick against her tongue.

“Good girl.” I groaned as she swallowed then stuck her tongue out to show me. “You nasty as fuck Averi.” The smirked that appeared on her face let me know she knew it. I wanted to wipe the smirk off her face. I pulled her up off the ground and pushed her on the bed. “Bend over.”

She got into position, arching her back ever so gently giving me the perfect arch. I bent down and licked between her folds, still wet, dripping with her essence before I rubbed my dick along those walls, rubbing, massaging, teasing then entering her raw, not giving a single fuck about protection, not thinking logically. I had no time to second guess. I was already in too deep.

9

AVERI

Iwasn’t running.

I just… needed some space. Okay, maybe that was a damn lie. Because ever since that night with Royal, I’d been tripping.

I was second-guessing everything, overanalyzing the way I walked, the way I talked, the way I breathed around him. All of a sudden, I cared what he thought. And that was the problem because I wasn’t supposed to be falling for a nigga like Royal.

But here I was, thinking about his hands on me, his lips, his voice when he commanded me, his smirk that pissed me off and turned me on at the same time. I wanted to fuck him again, real fuckin’ bad. I craved him while we were supposed to be working. I imagined him bending me over the console and we made a different kind of music right in the damn studio.

I knew I couldn’t do that though. So, I figured, I needed a reset. Which was why I found myself flying to Toronto to visit Egypt while she was shooting her new movie; very last minute and making an excuse to Royal like she needed me when really, I needed her. I needed to vent to my friend and have her tell me to be reckless like only she would.

The moment I stepped into her trailer on set, I exhaled, grateful for a change of scenery. She was still filming, so I made myself comfortable, scrolling through my phone until it rang with a Facetime request.

Serenity.

I smiled, answering. “Hey, Toot. What’s up?”

“Ave,” she started, way too sweetly. “I need a huge favor.”

I immediately sat up straighter. “Oh shit. What is it?”

She hesitated; I could see her mind formulating the right way to ask me. “I want you, no… I need you to sing me down the aisle.”

I damn near choked on my spit. “Bitch, what?”

“You heard me.”

I sputtered. “Absolutely the fuck not Serenity.”

“Come on, Averi, please?” she begged, using that voice she knew always worked on me.

“Serenity, you know I don’t do that. I write. I produce. I don’t perform.”

“That’s exactly why I need you to do this,” she countered smoothly. “I don’t want a big name doing it. I want it to be personal. And I can’t think of anyone else better than you.”

“Ask Egypt.”

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