“You like that?”
“Mhmm,” I moaned.
With the sound of my voice, he began to push his fingers into me faster and faster, moving his mouth over my clit and sucking it hard as I moaned out in ecstasy. He pulled his fingers out and lifted my ass into the air, putting my legs over his shoulders and diving into my wetness. I reached up grasping at anything I could, screaming out as his mouth moved savagely though my juices. God, his tongue felt so good moving in and out of me as his face shook against my pussy. I could feel his breath and low growls as he tugged at my mound, moving his hand down under my ass and finger fucking me with his thumb. I grabbed on to my tits hard, arching my back and writhing on top of him. I could feel my orgasm getting closer, and while I was ready to burst, I didn’t want to stop feeling his mouth on me.
“Don’t stop,” I screamed out.
He groaned against my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me and pushing me over the edge I had been teetering on since he walked into the door. My hands flew to the side and I moaned out, grabbing at whatever I could to stabilize myself as my orgasm began to take over. I could feel my thighs squeezing against his face as my body stiffened and then began to shake in his hands. The wave of ecstasy was so strong, I couldn’t even breath, and all that came out of me was a squeak followed by a high-pitched squeal.
Before I could even think of regaining my composure, he set me down on the couch and flipped me over, pushing me upwards so I was on my knees facing the back of the couch. He stood up, and I could hear him fumbling with his belt and pulling his pants off. I glanced over my shoulders as he yanked his boxers down and crawled up behind me, spreading my knees apart and reaching between my legs, running his fingers through my dripping pussy. He grabbed ahold of his cock and slipped it between my legs, pulling at my waist and sliding his shaft through my wetness and deep inside of me.
Once he was inside, he leaned his body into mine and wrapped his arm around my waist. He thrust his hips, pulling my entire body with him, barely moving in and out, but feeling his cock go in as far as he could manage. I gripped down on the couch and leaned my body into it, pushing my ass out. He slid his hand back to my hips and began to move fast and hard, his body slamming against mine. I released with one hand and slid it down between my legs, massaging my clit as I looked back at him, finding his lips with mine.
He groaned into my mouth, not stopping his rhythm. He pushed a few more times before growling and throwing me down on my back, pulling my legs over his shoulders and pushing back into me. I screamed out as he thrust his hips forward over and over, our bodies writhing against each other. I could feel another orgasm reaching the edge of my lust, and I grabbed my legs, pulling them up toward my head. He fucked me harder, looking down at my bulging pussy as his skin slapped against my clit. I could see his breathing increase, and he closed his eyes, pushing and pulling until he couldn’t any longer.
As he pushed in one last time and leaned forward, grinding his body against mine, I released, arching my back and moaning as the waves of orgasm took me over. He groaned, trying to hold on to his own but giving in, pulling his hips hard against me and releasing, letting the pleasure move through his entire body. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me from the base to the tip and it was the most erotic feeling I had ever had. I watched as his body shook and glistened above me, the pressure and desire from moments before pu
shed aside as he took in every moment of his orgasm.
This was definitely not expected, but it was a hell of a lot better than daytime television.
Chapter 23
Tanner
When I headed out to go to Ava’s place that day, I had no intention of immediately falling into bed with her, but when I walked into the house, it was like the desire between us was so intense that I couldn’t think of anything else. She was so freaking gorgeous, even sitting there in her pajamas, messy hair, and no makeup. Actually, it was probably the most beautiful I had ever seen her. I didn’t know what any of this meant, but I was not going to let the opportunity to get her back in my arms pass me by. Ava was this amazing creature that I couldn’t get away from, no matter how hard I tried. I thought about her day and night, her sensual curves, beautiful face, and amazing body constantly plaguing me, even at the most inopportune times. She was pretty much the most amazing thing I had ever seen, and no matter what I did to divert these feelings, I couldn’t pull myself back.
I stood up and smiled as Ava caught her breath. She bit her lip and laughed, shaking her head back and forth. I pulled on my pants and shirt and reached down to help her up. She pulled herself into my arms, her naked skin touching my hands. She stretched up on her toes and kissed my lips, smiling, before turning and pulling her pajama’s back on. I didn’t want to her to get dressed, but I knew we couldn’t lay around all night naked. Though there was a brief moment where I considered bringing up the prospect.
Once we were dressed, I pulled her close again, kissing her lips. As they parted, and our eyes met, there was a knock at the door. I could feel her muscles tense as she looked up at me, confusion rolling across her face. She ran her hands over her hair and tiptoed barefoot across the floor. She leaned forward and peered into the peephole, freezing and looking back at me with panic. I knew exactly what was going on. She didn’t even need to say it.
“My dad,” she mouthed. “Fuck!”
I pulsed my hands up and down to tell her to calm down, panicking was not going to help anything at that moment. She immediately started to bite her nails, walking back over to me, her face changing from blissful to panicked really fast. I kissed her forehead and smiled, knowing that though it was a strange time, she had been looking forward to her father finally coming over since all of the drama had started. I couldn’t let her be too worried about it at that point.
“Who is it?” She looked over at me and started to grab the rest of my clothes.
“It’s your dad,” he said.
“Hi, Daddy,” she yelled. “Can you give me just a minute?”
“Take your time,” he said.
She piled my shoes and socks in my arms and looked at me, not knowing what to say or do. I knew I needed to go, hide somewhere, but I wanted to know that she was calm and prepared before I went. This was the perfect opportunity for her to patch things up with her father, even maybe tell him about us. I could tell there was an us, not because of the sex but because of how we were together at every turn. It was like we needed each other, and we only recently realized it.
“Take a deep breath,” I whispered. “Everything will be okay. I will go hide out in your bedroom for a while. I don’t want to cause any more issues between you and your father. He’s sure to run off if he sees me here.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, looking relieved.
She reached up one last time and kissed me softly on the lips, lingering for a moment to feel me close to her. I wanted so badly to stand by her side, be there for her through this, but after what had happened at my place, it would only make things worse. At that moment, the best thing for me to do was get out of sight but just around the corner, hoping she could feel my support through the walls. Maybe this was a good thing, an opportunity for everything to be set back on track. There was definitely too much stress in both of our lives, and I knew that if she had her father’s blessing, she would feel much better about everything. Then again, I wasn’t sure Dean was ready to give any kind of blessings when it came to me. He pretty much hated me, and I could feel the aftereffects of that hate still lingering in my jaw from when he punched me. I hadn’t told Ava that part and didn’t plan on ever doing so. I truly cared for her, which meant it was my responsibility to not let her be hurt, and seeing her father in that light was definitely a way to hurt her.
I walked into the bedroom and closed the door, looking back at Ava one last time. I hadn’t remembered ever seeing her place in the daylight, and her bed looked incredibly comfortable. However, not knowing what kind of noise it may make, I opted to sit on the floor, my back pressed against the inner walls. I could hear Dean’s voice as Ava let him into the apartment. The sounds were muffled for a few minutes and then I heard Ava invite him to sit down. Their conversation was calm and full of love. It was very obvious that he was hurt, but at the same time, so was she. This wasn’t as cut and dry as she thought it was, I could tell.
“I love you, Ava,” Dean said.
“I love you, too, Daddy,” she said. “I never meant to hurt you. I was doing what I thought was right for my career, for my personal life, but all the while feeling like the walls were closing in on me every time I had to lie to you. I never wanted that to be the way.”
“I know,” he sighed. “You have been such a good kid your entire life, and now as an adult, you made a mistake. I can understand that and appreciate the quality of a life learned through lessons. You are hurt just as much as I am, and I know it can’t be easy with what your mother’s done.”