She pushed me onto my back before she crawled between my legs, bit my thigh, then flicked her tongue over my balls, causing them to draw up tight. She always had this wicked look in her eyes whenever she put her mouth on my dick, and she didn’t fail this time.

She laughed when I grunted, the vibration of that sound causing my dick to twitch in her mouth. She wrapped her hand around the base as she worked her warm, wet mouth up and down my cock. She withdrew, using her hand to stroke me, then lapping up the precum she drew forth.

Oh fuck.

She sucked my balls into her mouth, one then the other, and I nearly lost it. I flipped her so quickly she gasped. “On your knees,” I growled into her ear.

She scurried into the position I’d ordered, rubbing her ass against my cock. I rewarded her with a sharp smack on her ass. She sucked in a breath, then stilled. I thrust two fingers into her wet hole, and she quivered, her fingers gripping the sheets.

I worked my fingers into her pussy until she was a sweaty, panting, begging mess. Then I lined up my cock at her entrance and watched her try to impale herself with it. With each attempt, she received a smack on her ass cheek. She was silently pleading for a spanking, and I was all too happy to turn her cheeks a pretty pink before I fucked her.

She never stopped pushing against me, so while she was expecting to be spanked more, I plunged my cock into her dripping pussy, and she let out a scream that morphed into a whimper as I began to move.

I leaned over her, buried my fingers in her hair, and put my lips to her ears. “I love your fucking pussy.”

She shivered and moaned as I hit my cock against her G-spot. I sat up, maintaining my grip on her hair as I rammed her sweet spot over and over. The sounds she made caused my dick to get even firmer, thicker.

I yanked her hair harder, which had become a habit of mine lately. This time I pulled her head back far enough to kiss her. I was deep in her, but it wasn’t deep enough for me. I gave it to her in longer, harder strokes that caused her to moan into my mouth.

I thrust my tongue into her mouth, overwhelming her with sensation. My other hand moved up her thigh until I reached her center, and I slid two fingers across her slippery slit. My fingers on her clit, tongue in her mouth, and cock working her pussy pushed her to the edge.

She bit my lip and pulled away as she wailed her release. I clasped onto her waist and rode her hard. Her pussy cloaked my cock with its wet heat, sending chills up my spine. We weren’t part of the world when we came together like this. Everything slowed down except for the beating of our hearts and the frantic pace of our lovemaking.

I bucked as I shot off deep into her pussy, my climax taking everything from me and giving it to her. We collapsed, me half on top of her, both of us wearing a self-satisfied grin.

“Is that what you were aiming for?” I cocked an eyebrow at her.

She shook her head and breathed, “More than.”

I tucked her under me. My head fell onto the pillow, eyes heavy with exhaustion. She ran her fingers into my hair and chuckled.

“What’s so funny?”

“You’re so easy. Did I fuck you to sleep?”

I cracked my eyes open and gazed at her self-satisfied smile. “Technically, I fucked you so…”

She bit my neck and buried her head under my chin. “I’ve wanted to say that since the day I met you.”

“If you want to fuck me to sleep every day for the rest of my life, I’ll lie here and let you do it.”

She chuckled and kissed my jaw. “I know.” She hummed softly as she snuggled closer to me. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Avery.” I fell asleep with a contented smile on my face, and memories didn’t haunt my dreams. Just visions of Avery and me and the future we were building together.

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Bethany Bazile reads, writes, and lives in the Northeast with her husband and two amazing kids. Her passion for writing was born from a love affair between books and music. She loves books that draw her in and won’t release her until she’s inhaled every word, panting with excitement. Then she realizes the sun came up, but the loss of sleep was so worth it. When she isn’t reading, she’s conjuring up steamy love scenes and hot romance stories to share with fellow romance lovers. She can’t function without her cup of coffee and operates on a vampire-like timeframe.