Page 84 of That Kind of Guy

Her legs parted further beneath me. “So do it.”

“Condom?” I rasped. Fucking hell, I could barely hold on. Her pussy was so hot and slick against my cock, and I could barely breathe with the need to bury myself within her.

She gave a jerky nod and I yanked the bedside drawer open, ripped the foil open, and rolled it over myself.

“Hurry up,” she urged, her lids heavy.

She didn’t need to tell me twice. I positioned myself at her center and slowly pushed into her tight wetness.

“Yes,” she breathed, adjusting her hips to accommodate me. “Fucking yes.”

“Tight.” I rasped. “Fuck, Avery, you’re so tight and wet.”

I slid out and back in and she arched with a little cry. My soul left my body a little bit as pleasure rattled through my veins. I couldn’t think, I could barely breathe, all I could do was slide in and out of her tight core as she clenched me. Her hand came to her clit and I pushed it away.

“Mine.” I swirled my fingers over her clit.

She cried out and I plunged into her again. Pressure grew around the base of my spine and every nerve ending in my body lit up. I could feel it happening, growing within me, but I couldn’t. Not until Avery came again. She had to come again. I had to see that sweet little mouth part as she fell over the edge again.

I paused, pulling her knees up beside me so that I could sink deeper and when I thrust again, she gave a sharp cry of delight.

“Right there.”

My fingers worked faster, and her whimpers made my cock even harder. I was so fucking close, but I held on as hard as I could, waiting for her as I filled her again and again. She jerked against me, mouth parted and eyes tightly closed. She jerked again, and her eyes opened, gazing up at me through a haze. She was so fucking beautiful. She was everything to me, she was all I thought about, and now that I had tasted her and sunk deep inside her, I had changed. I needed this every day, forever. Nothing would be second to this.

Her orgasm wracked through her, and she clenched me hard, crying out my name into the bedroom. I let myself lose control, thrusting into her. My pleasure followed right behind, rippling through me as I shuddered my release into her. Stars burst behind my eyes, rendering me unable to speak, think, and do anything but push into her and spill into her core.

When the waves subsided, my head fell forward onto the bed. We both strained to catch our breaths. Something had happened. Something was different with us and deep inside me. My DNA rearranged the second I slid into her, and we were connected. I was different. I wasn’t the pre-Avery Emmett, and maybe I hadn’t been for a long time. Something had changed.

She sighed with satisfaction, and I grinned against her ear.

“Great work,” I told her, and she laughed.

“You did all the work.”

I lifted my head to look down into her eyes. She beamed at me with flushed cheeks and drowsy eyes.

Cold fear bit at the edges of my consciousness.

I didn’t want this to end. I wanted to do this every day with Avery, forever.

This feeling, there was only one name for it. I swallowed.

The cold spread in my chest as I looked into her eyes. I was in love with her, and I wanted to marry her for real.

Shit.

“You should stay here for a bit,” I spoke without thinking. “For a few weeks after the wedding.”

She watched me with a thoughtful expression.

“To sell it,” I lied.

She gave me a soft smile and nodded. “Okay.”

I relaxed and dropped a gentle kiss on her mouth. “Okay.”

She fell asleep wrapped around me, her steady breaths slowing, and I lay there staring at the ceiling, thinking. This was still a deal to Avery, so I couldn’t tell her the truth. I glanced down at her and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. In her sleep, she made a quietmmmof satisfaction, and my chest panged.

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