Page 67 of Against All Odds

“Let me. I didn’t get to earlier.”

I grin and hand it to her. Her delicate hand wraps around my cock as she pulls it between us. She tears the packet, and then my head drops to the back of the couch when she strokes me softly.

“I think you want me too.”

“So much.”

“How much?” she asks.

I lift my head and give her the truth. “I waited on your porch for an hour.”

That seems to make her happy, as there’s a smile on her lips. “I debated turning down your driveway when I was on my way home,” she confesses.

I brush my thumb against her lower lip. “Why?”

“Because ... the same reason you’re here now.”

She slips the condom on and then rolls it down.

I lean forward so my lips are right against her ear. “Fuck me, Violet.”

I hold my cock, lining it up, feeling the scorching heat of her before she sinks down.

We both let out a long moan as her tight cunt grips me. After a moment, she starts to rock and it feels so goddamn good. I can’t think straight with the pleasure of her on top of me.

My hand goes to her shirt, and I rip it off. After removing her bra, I cup her breasts and bring my mouth to them where I suck and lick, while she rocks against me.

“Everett!” she yells, her fingers gripping my hair, holding me against her.

I keep going, doing my best to hold back because I’m so fucking turned on. She feels incredible, and I don’t want this to end.

I want more of this—of her.

But it’s like a train that can’t be stopped. “Are you close?” I ask against her skin.

“So close.”

I clench my jaw and think of anything I can to avoid release too soon. “I’m close, baby,” I warn. “Fuck me harder.”

I put my finger on her clit and rub fast. She’s panting, her moves becoming more frantic as she chases her release.

Her muscles clench around my cock and I groan, my other hand digging into her ass. “Yes, fuck me. Yes. Harder. So fucking good.” My words slip out, and then I feel her grip me tighter before she screams out, her hand falling to my shoulder.

I jerk my hips up a few seconds later, no longer able to hold back.

Fuck my life, I’m never going to get enough of this girl.

We’re sitting on the floor, the fire going, eating some of the desserts still left over. “I brought some to school for the teachers, and Miles took some for Kai, Penelope’s son. I even brought some tonight to Hazel’s, and there’s still so much left.”

“How did the girl party go?” I ask.

“It was great. They’re all sweet.”

I chuckle at that. “They’re all diabolical. Ask the men they’re with.”

Violet tucks her leg up, wrapping one arm around it. “I’m going to assume your friends are the victims in this?”

“Absolutely not. They deserve every minute of torment they endure and then some.”

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