hands were sliding up her smooth thighs.
Frightened it would end any minute, I was driven by a force so intense and desperate that I knew I had to taste her. To smell her.
Blood raged to my groin at the thought of entering her. My cock pushed against my pants. There was nowhere to hide. I was so turned on that I could no longer think about anything else.
We remained in a crush as my mouth devoured her swollen, moist lips. I cupped her head in my hand, tipping it back so that my tongue could plunge in deep.
A loud breath deflated my chest as I felt the fullness of her breasts.
Traveling up her thigh, my hand landed on her silky panties. They were drenched, which sent my pulsating cock into a frenzy.
Salivating at the thought of tasting her, I had to control the urge to rip her panties off and to tear every shred of fabric from her so that I could savor every inch of her flesh. But the fear of being discovered excited me, making me desperate to at least take away something of hers.
Unlike my normal approach to sex, which was to fuck hard and fast, I wanted to take her slowly.
Ava whimpered as my fingers landed on the flooding heat of her pussy. As I entered between her folds, my finger needed to know what it would feel like to be inside her. My chest collapsed with impatience as the tightly muscled walls crushed my finger. She was so small and tight. My cock ached.
I sucked on my drenched finger and buried my head between her legs.
She opened wide.
Ava wanted this.
Good.
Because I was famished. Famished for her sensual beauty, a sort I’d never experienced before.
All that mattered suddenly was being inside of her.
When my tongue settled on her clit, she winced.
Ava tried to move away, but I clasped onto her curvy firm butt and kept her still.
“I haven’t…” She murmured.
“You’re like a flower,” I whispered, and she instantly relaxed.
I placed my tongue on her inflamed and sticky bud. Ava’s gentle moan inspired me to continue. I was determined to have her trembling in my hands before long.
I licked from back to front slowly, rotating my tongue around her clit, fluttering and sucking her erect, responsive bud gently. Determined to make her come, I ate away at her as if she was a delicious piece of candy. Her addictive flavor was like none I’d ever tasted.
I entered her deeply with my tongue and released a flood from her. Ava cried out as she shuddered through a long release. She ejaculated musky cream onto my tongue and I sucked it back like one thirsting after days in a desert.
“I need to be inside of you,” I said.
Panting, Ava fell into my arms.
My lips crushed her mouth.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
AVA
His moist lips tasted of me. Instead of feeling repulsion, I burned with a need so deep, especially with that hard cock pushing against my thigh, that if he didn’t enter me, I would scream.
I wanted every bit of him. Badly.
Danger or not. Criminal or not. I didn’t care.
I just wanted him to take me. Do something to me that was wrong, but yet profoundly fulfilling.
Having never had a tongue on my clit before, I’d recoiled at the thought of it, even after Cassie had spoken glowingly about it. But as soon as his tongue started stroking my bud, I couldn’t have opened wide enough. I even recalled gripping his head as I exploded through an orgasm. That was how it felt, so much more intense than I could have ever imagined.
His earthy scent, a blend of maleness and bath soap, did things to me that no drug or drink could ever achieve. I thought I would lose my mind as I drew from his neck a brew of virility that only added to the burn going on in my core.
The room was dark. Driven by lust, I surrendered into his strong arms.
He undid his zipper and lowered his pants. A huge bulge pushed impatiently against his briefs.
My hands traveled under his shirt and indulged in the hard ripple of stomach muscles. I traced the curves up to his equally firm pectorals that had a smattering of hair between the rigid, smooth mounds of muscle.
He lowered his briefs, and my breath hitched. Justin was tiny in comparison. I opened my legs wide as Bronson held his cock, the thickness of which resembled my wrist. It was so long I had no idea