Page 147 of Going Viral for Christmas
Ava laughs, but it catches in her throat. Her expression turns serious. “I want you.Allof you. I’m here, doing this, and I want it all.”
That stills me.
Completely.
“You sure?” My cock is pulsing like this is my first time, because in a way,it is.
She hesitates, then nods. “Yes.”
My thumbs brush across her cheeks. “I’m clean. It’s been over a year since I’ve had a partner.” My eyes lock with hers. “Despite the reputation you’ve got swirling in that pretty head of yours, I wouldn’t lie to you.”
Ava exhales. I can see the walls dropallthe way down.
This is happening.
We are happening.
She’s not running.
She’schoosingme.
And fuck if I won’t make every second of it count.
Reaching down into my pajama pants, I free my cock, and the rush of cool air against overheated skin makes me hiss through my teeth. I’m heavy and pulsing in my hand. My body’s been waiting for this release all damn night. When my palm closes around the length, the jolt that tears through me nearly buckles my knees. Every stroke drags a tight ache up my spine. I squeeze hard as a reminder of just how badly I want her.
Ava’s gaze drops. She gasps. “That’s not going to fit.”
The laugh I let out is dark and rough as my thumb smears precum over the head. “Oh, it’ll fit, Bells,” I say confidently. “Your pussy was made to take me. She’s just been waiting for the chance to prove it.”
Ava’s head tilts as I continue stroking—measured and slick, catching her eyes as I do it.Yeah, baby. Watch me.
Her lips part right before she licks them.
“Look at you.” My grip tightens as I pump from base to tip. “So fucking hungry for it. You haven’t even had me inside you yet, and you’re soaking wet again, aren’t you?”
She doesn’t deny it.
My fist works one last stroke before I release myself and clamp down on her hips. With one quick tug, I drag her ass to the very edge of the table, her thighs opening wider for me like instinct. “So fucking ready for me.” My fingers dig into soft flesh as I hold her in place.
I position myself, thick and throbbing, and drag the head slowly through her slick heat. Ava’s body jolts, a broken curse tumbling fromher mouth as I slide against her clit and down again, taunting her with the promise of everything she’s silently begging for right now.
“You want it?”
“Quit teasing me.” Her hips lift to meet me.
“Never.” The crown of my dick slides through her opening, earning a moan from her. “Every inch of this is yours, Bells. Let yourselfwantit. And now—” My words halt when I push in.
Slow.
Deep.
Endless.
Holyshit.
My brain flatlines. Every muscle in my body tenses as her warmth envelopes me—wet, tight,really fuckingtight—and for a split second, I forget how to breathe.
Jesus.Mary.All the damn apostles.
