Page 64 of My Never
Hard and deep thrusts overwhelm me as his pace quickens, but the depth and intensity never let up. My eyes roll back and I groan loudly, unable to hold in the tidal wave of feelings roiling inside me. I hear him gasp, his breath stuttering out of his chest, and that sound right there of his controlsnapping as he curses filthily above me sends me spiraling back into bliss like I’ve never known. It’s even better than a few minutes ago. The feeling of his hard length swelling and jerking inside of me prolongs the sensations. He lowers his forehead to mine and brings me back to earth with his lips, infusing breath into my lungs as he pants against me.
“Wow…”I pant back against him. That’s all I’ve got. There are no words for what just happened between us. A lazy smile spreads across his face as he wipes away an errant tear from the corner of my eye.Hell, did I cry?
“Wowis right.” He pecks my lips sweetly, then kisses my forehead as he pulls out of me. It feels wrong to be empty. “Hold tight.”
He climbs off the table, which, quite frankly, I’m impressed is still standing. He pulls open a drawer that just so happens to have clean work towels in it. He comes back, a look of pure satisfaction on his face when he spreads my legs and gently cleans me up. I’m not so embarrassed this time.
“We made one hell of a mess.”
I blush. I lied.
“We didn’t ruin the table did we?” I ask, suddenly worried.
A deep, throaty sound of amusement rumbles in his throat.
“No, baby, we didn’t ruin the table, and I wouldn’t care if we had. Every time I’m in here, I’m going to be hard as fuck picturing your pussy gushing around me.”
Ah, fuck, now I’m really blushing.
He helps me off the table, and we start to pull our clothes back on. He obviously isn’t too fond of that idea because he snags the shorts from my hands before he bends down to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder.
“Nope, changed my mind.”
I laugh as he carries me away into his house, smacking my ass as he kicks the door closed behind us.
21
Mark
Thursday goes by quickly, thank goodness. I spent most of the day imagining Ava spread out on my work table with remnants of me seeping out of her body, so that means I spent most of the day rearranging myself. It was single- handedly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Trystan stops by my office door with a goofy smile on his smug face. “You heading out of here soon? You’ve been awfully distracted today.”
“Yes, I’m getting ready to leave. Ava’s meeting my parents tonight at the restaurant,” I say as I click the icon to shut down my computer.
“Oof, whose idea was that? That’d distract me.”
“My mother’s.” I roll my eyes at him but don’t divulge any more of the reasons as to why I’ve been spacey. “Brynnie’s coming, so maybe we’ll get to hear more about this jerkwad she’s dating. Perhaps Ava won’t feel like she’s sitting smack dab in the middle of an interrogation then.”
Trystan shifts as if he’s suddenly nervous. I frown, wondering what the hell that’s about.
“Hmmm, she still hasn’t gotten rid of him?”
“Not that I’m aware of.”
“You worried your dad won’t approve of Ava?”
“A bit. She said she’s part Italian, so that will work in her favor. As much as I love him, he still won’t change my mind about dating her though.”
“I’m sure he’ll like her once he sees how you are with her.”
“Oh?” I cock my brow at him in question.
“You’re different. A good different.” He smirks and raps his knuckles on the door. “I’m heading out. Good luck.”
“See ya,” I answer, pondering what kind of different he’s talking about.
I open my screen and shoot out a text that I’ll be at her place in thirty minutes to pick her up.
