of her next was already so fucking close, I didn’t care. It was like having a vice tighten around me, tugging hard, pulling at my dick.
“Fuck,” I cursed, feeling my balls begin to tighten.
It never fucking took long with this woman.
Her touch made me want to come.
Her voice.
Her fucking smell.
There was something about her I’d never found in other women. Maybe it was how I fucking got off on seeing her happy, seeing her in utter bliss. I fucking loved it. She deserved that shit more than she thought she did, and I loved being the one to help her get there.
“I wanna come. Please make me come, Shotgun,” she pleaded, needing it so desperately but not quite able to get herself over that hurdle.
I forced her forward, this time, her hips pressed into the counter, lifting one of her legs onto it as well. Then I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling it back just hard enough to create that bite she fucking loved as I pounded my cock hard and fast inside her.
She pinched at her nipple with one hand while the other was braced on the counter.
“Yes! Oh, God…” She groaned loudly as her orgasm hit her hard, and she struggled to hold herself up, a wave of satisfaction and bliss sweeping through her. Her pussy pulsated, strangling my cock as I pounded harder and faster. The tension in my balls built fast, and I could feel them tightening, ready to explode.
“Fuck!” I gasped and slammed forward with one last, powerful thrust, filling her with cum. “Damn,” I growled as my whole body shuddered, shockwaves from her orgasm still tightening around my length and drawing every fucking thing out of me, refusing to let go.
When the shudder going up my spine finally eased, and I stopped hearing my heart racing in my ears, I lowered her leg to the floor and slipped out of her. My lips trailed down her neck, my hands holding her hips because her body was still unsteady.
But the best kind of fucking unsteady.
She turned her head and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me forward so she could claim my mouth. Her tongue ran along the seam of my lips, begging for entrance, and I happily obliged. I had no doubt she could taste herself on my tongue as we battled inside my mouth, but she never complained. Her kiss grew deeper as she explored.
A smirk on my face, I finally took a step back, brushing my hand over my forehead, my skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. “That’s a sexy shot.” I chuckled, folding my arms across my chest as I took in her ass cheeks highlighted with my handprints and cum dripping down her legs. “Fucking sexy.”
“You made the mess,” she noted, nodding to said mess. “You clean it up.”
“I touch you now while I’m still slightly hard, and we are fucking. Again. All over this fucking place.”
She grinned, turning around and leaning back against the bar. “Oh… promises, promises.”
Fuck.
AVERY
Life was quickly becoming something I didn’t recognize.
But God, did I love it.
Gage was growing, learning, and developing every day, but so was Shotgun. The two of them were teaching each other, and it was starting to seem like Adrian and I were there to watch or help along the way. And that was how it should be.
Between school, work, and being a surrogate mom to that precious baby boy, Shotgun was lucky if he got even a moment of my attention. He was now the second most important man in my life.
I shuffled into class like a zombie, wishing I’d opted to stay home today.
Adulting was hard.
Doing the right thing for my education, even harder.
“Okay, I’m going to send Harper and Jake up the rows with these buckets, and you are going to turn your phone off and place it inside one of those buckets—” The groans from the fifty or so people in the lecture theater were loud and annoying. “If you do not want to place your phone into the bucket, you may leave. Now!” Mr. Singer pointed to the door to emphasize his point, and to my surprise, at least six people got up and walked out, their precious phones clutched in their sweaty palms.
When the door was shut behind them, and the two buckets full of our only contact to the outside world, my foot began to tap nervously.
“Our guest today is someone who works deep within the criminology field and has