Page 143 of When You Blush
I was grateful to Ava for protecting Harper, but for the past month, everyone in their friend group thought that Ava was pregnant. The girls didn’t spread the news, but still. Ava finally came over for dinner last night and asked us to set the record straight so she could go to book club without deflecting pregnancy questions.
“It’s time to tell the family,” I remind her, dragging my hands down her sides to her hips. She’s all healed up after the incident at work that left her bruised and beaten, thank fuck. The asshole is serving some time for assault and battery.
“I know,” she replies, leaning back into me, and I’m immediately on fire for her. “I’ve always been so damn attracted to you, but these pregnancy hormones are making meferal, Blake.”
“I can help with that.” Nibbling my way down her shoulder, I gather her skirt in my hands until it’s bunched up around her waist. “We have time.”
“I think we’re already late.”
I grin against her skin and push her panties down her legs, letting them pool at her feet. I brush my fingers through her already sopping wet pussy and growl against her neck.
“Fuck, baby.”
“Told you.” Her breaths are coming faster, and she pushes her ass out, silently begging for more. “I need you to fuck me, okay? Hard.”
“You never need to ask twice. You want my cock, Harper? You want me to fillyou up?”
“God, yes.” Her head rolls forward, but I reach around and grip her throat, lifting her chin.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me.”
Her gray orbs flare with need and lust. She loves it when I take control.
“Blake.”
“Mm, yes, baby?” Brushing her hair over her shoulder, my lips wander down her neck, making her shiver. “What do you need? Use your words.”
“I need you.”
“Keep talking.” With one hand, I unbuckle my belt and unfasten my jeans, then work them and my briefs down my hips, letting my hard, weeping cock spring free.
But I don’t slip my dick inside her yet.
First, she gets my fingers, and that has her biting her lip on a moan.
“Tell me,” I demand, my voice hard.
“I need you to make me come.Please.”
“I love it when you beg,” I whisper against the back of her neck, and she shivers again. Her pussy clenches around my fingers before I pull them free and lick them clean, still holding her gaze in the mirror. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“Blake.”
I know what she needs, what she’s asking for.
And I’ll happily give it to her, as often as she wants, for the rest of my goddamn life.
“Please,” she whispers, and that’s all I need.
I lift her left leg, and she rests it on the counter, opening herself to me beautifully. I bend my knees, linemy cock up with her dripping opening, and slide inside, making us both moan.
“Yes,” she sobs, pushing back against me. “More.”
“Hard and fast?”
She nods and reaches back to grab my hip.
“Need to touch you.”
