Avery (The Phoenix Club Girl Diaries #3) - Addison Jane Page 0,46

seconds to fight the urge to gag. “Yes. Good girl.”

It spurred me on, taking his length as deep as I could go for as long as possible. Licking, sucking, tasting as he gently pushed his hips forward, forcing it a little deeper, pushing me a little further than I would usually push myself.

This was one of my favorite things about Shotgun. It was like he knew my body. How far I could go but wouldn’t without going with him, and I trusted him to take me there.

He suddenly stepped back, leaving me gasping and my legs going slightly numb. He offered his hand, and I took it, allowing him to pull me to my feet, catching me around the waist when my legs wobbled slightly. His touch was something I didn’t ever want to imagine being without.

But you need to be prepared to lose.

It was demanding, but at the same time, the hard harshness that swirled around him made me suddenly feel so bare.

His lips brushed my neck as he began to walk me backward, through the bathroom door, and into the bedroom.

Both of us were dripping wet, leaving water dripping across the carpet until my knees touched the bed, “Please,” I pleaded—just barely because I was so fucking turned on—his mouth hovering above mine as he held me in place.

Throwing me off balance and sending me tumbling backward into the soft pillowy duvet, Shotgun stood over me, watching on with a smirk, his eyes caressing my body and curves.

My instant reaction was to cover myself, but he launched forward and caught my hands before they could reach for my breasts. Cupping my wrists in one of his large hands, he leaned over me and pressed them to the table above my head. I twisted them, testing the strength of his hold, but I couldn’t escape. He held me tightly enough to restrict any movement but not so tight that it hurt.

His eyes sparkled. “Love fucking seeing you like this, but there’s something missing.” He let me go and sauntered back into the bathroom for a brief second. I watched cautiously as his muscles clenched tightly when he moved, his tattoos on proud display. I was so mesmerized that I didn’t notice he was holding something in his hand, running the thick brown material through his fist.

His belt.

My eyes widened as I watched him twirl it around before settling himself back in between my legs, his hard cock standing at attention.

“Shotgun…” I whispered, unsure of exactly what to think of this new addition.

“You ready for this?” he asked, wrapping the belt around his hand and then unwinding it again.

I wiggled, digging myself deeper into the cloudlike duvet, not because it made me nervous, though, but because I found myself becoming more excited, my pussy so wet I could actually feel it on my thighs. I nodded. “Yes.”

His eyes burned with appreciation. “Give me your hands,” he ordered.

Slowly I held my hands out in front of me, surrendering myself to him, trusting him.

He wrapped the belt around my wrists as tightly as was still comfortable and did up the buckle. Then he moved around the side of the bed, tugging it hard and making me shuffle up toward the headboard so he could wrap it around the wooden spandrels. He pulled it tight and gave it a sharp tug, making me gasp. A smirk touched his lips, and with his free hand, he grasped his cock, running up and down it a few times as he eyed my naked form.

My hips wiggled of their own accord, desperate to have his touch finally on me.

I frowned in annoyance, and he chuckled lightly. “Needy.”

I tugged again with my hands as he returned to the foot of the bed, running his tongue across his lips as he crawled toward me. The predatory look in his eyes had my breath catching. I jerked when he settled between my legs, and the head of his cock brushed just lightly against my clit. The first time it could have been accidental, but then as it continued over and over again driving me fucking crazy, I knew it was him torturing me.

I lifted my hips, grinding against him as he swiped up and down then dipped just inside me. It wasn’t enough to ease any of the tension I was feeling, so I growled in agitation.

“Good girl,” he murmured, leaning over me, his breath tickling my ear.

“Please,” I replied instantly, biting my lip to keep from moaning as