Page 32 of I Hate Myself for Loving You
His breathing was harsh, ragged when he ran his hand along the swell of her hip, gripping it.
Avery’s body trembled with need and her pussy, swollen and hot rubbed with delicious friction against his jeans. Pulling her hands upward, he collared them, imprisoning her wrists to allow him better access to her nipples, now swollen and rigid.
The first swipe of his tongue was hot, like the strike of an iron swiping her flesh, and Avery’s moan resounded in the bathroom, acoustically moving around the small space. Lifting herself, she pushed into Lassiter’s warm lips, bowing against the hands that held her until the top of her head pushed against the wall.
Lassiter moved from breast to breast, weaving between them with strokes of his tongue, scintillating and deft.
Avery’s whimper drew him to let go of her hands. She clung to his broad neck, struggling to find her breath before reaching between them and pulling at his jeans. Tearing at the button and zipper, jamming her hands into them and grasping his cock in a firm lock.
Lassiter’s hips jutted against her hand and he hissed, letting his head fall back while she stroked him, long pulls designed to tease and taunt him to fuck her.
“Fucking hell, Avery. I don’t know how much more I can take,” Lassiter said between his teeth.
Avery unwound her legs from his waist and slid down his body, shoving his pants to his ankles with an aggression she didn’t know she had in her.
She wanted him naked.
She wanted his cock, hard and hot, driving into her.
Lassiter kicked his pants off, shoving them roughly to the side and dragging her forward. With a socked foot, he tipped the lid of the toilet seat closed and sat down.
His eyes locked on her waist, hungry and lit with the fire of passion. He buried his face in her belly, wrapping firm arms around her and splaying his fingers on her ass.
Creeping over the smooth globe, he slipped his fingers between her legs from behind, skirting the tender flesh between her legs.
Lassiter inhaled her scent, moaning with low approval. Avery’s hands, resting at her sides, came up to pull him close to her.
With slow lips that moved in maddeningly deliberate kisses, Lassiter moved over her abdomen until he reached the curls at the top of her pussy. His fingers worked her cunt, slipping in and out of the folds, slippery wet with wanton need. Stroking her outer lips, he moved in time with his mouth, stroking her, licking her skin, until he slithered into her cunt.
The touch of his tongue sizzled her flesh, fraying the frazzled cord of control she held. He parted the flesh of her pussy, laving her clit, suckling it as he slipped into her, his finger thick and seeking.
He stroked her from the inside, hitting her G-spot, dragging his finger over it again and again, sending chills along her arms, making her nipples tighten almost painfully as his tongue lashed her cunt.
Avery jammed her hips upward, raising her leg to rest on the seat of the cool porcelain toilet, finding the edge of the sink and gripping it to steady her grind against Lassiter’s mouth.
Orgasm clawed at her, release begging to be made a reality. She fought to savor the feel of his lips against her, his silken head resting against her inner thigh.
When her release hit her, it was with the fury of a bolt of lightning. It dragged her over an edge, yanked her gut, tearing at the speed of light from her feet to the top of her head.
This time, Avery howled—a howl of unmatched satisfaction, immeasurable pleasure. Undulating under his tongue, she let it happen. Letting go of her every inhibition with a scream that was wild, unfettered, riddled by lust.
Avery collapsed against him, letting her leg fall and her hands grab blindly for his shirt.
Lassiter turned her in his arms, seating her with her back to his chest, hauling her backwards until his cock slipped between her thighs and rested between the slick lips of her cunt.
She reached for him, clasping his cock, lubricating it with the juice of her climax. Stroking it hand over hand, rubbing it against her clit.
She felt his tension beneath her, his muscles hard and coiled tight with control.
Avery wanted him to lose control. Lose the barrier that kept them from connecting on every level.
“Avery, now. I need to be in you now,” he ground out against her ear between harsh breaths.
His hands came to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between firm fingers.
Lifting her hips, Avery smiled to herself and sank onto his cock. Thick and long, descending inch by excruciating inch.
Holding him firmly at her passage with her hand until she slid down to settle on his lap.
