her tiny skirt higher up her thighs, very nearly exposing her panties.
His larger body caged her in, ensuring a degree of privacy. When he was sure no other could see what he was doing, he allowed his eyes to be drawn downward. The tiniest glimpse of white lace was visible. His body raged with a lust he’d never before felt. God, he wanted to see her. All of her. No clothes, people, or dark shadows hindering his view. He wanted Ava’s lovely curves on display for his pleasure alone.
Her hips thrust forward, moving back and forth against his throbbing erection. Luke had to clench his jaw to keep from groan-ing. She was so agitated and turned-on. His cock pressed hard against his jeans, desperate to get inside Ava’s tight cunt.
Starving to touch her where she needed it most, Luke slid his fingers away from her hip and over to her burning sex. Her eyes flew open, wide and anxious. His gaze snared her, forcing her to watch as he slipped a finger beneath the elastic leg band, to the damp springy curls beneath.
“Luke, please, I…”
Ava’s unfinished and breathless plea seemed torn from deep inside. Hearing his name uttered in such raw agony, had his dick dripping with pre-cum. Something inside him snapped.
“You’re mine, Ava,” he declared, as feelings of possession and desire welled up. “No other man has a right to touch you like this.
This creamy pussy is for me to play with.”
Then he slipped that single exploratory finger between her fleshy folds, relishing the way her body gripped him like a silken glove, pulling him deeper.
In one smooth stroke, Luke was buried clear to his knuckle inside Ava’s creamy heat. “You’re so fucking tight and wet, baby,” he hissed, “I want my cock to feel this slippery little pussy.”
“Yes, Luke!”
Hearing her passion mount was like nothing he’d ever experienced with any other woman. She was different. Flaming hot and untamed. Ava Sweet was every inch the stubborn, independent woman he’d come to ache for day in and day out. But she was also a woman with untapped passion.
Her body quivered as he swept his thumb back and forth over her clitoris. She clutched onto him in desperate need. One sexy leg came off the floor to wrap around his hips, her heel digging into his ass. He finger-fucked her with hard, fast thrusts. Merciless in his need to see her come. The instant Ava spun out of control, Luke felt it.
He dipped his head and covered her mouth, then plunged his finger deep one last time. She arched and screamed and Luke swallow the wild sounds whole. Her soft, tender tissues convulsed, tightening and throbbing with pleasure. As quick as a summer storm, Ava flew apart in his arms. He marveled at the sight of her.
Luke couldn’t wait to get her alone. To have his dick inside her when she let go the next time.
He’d thought of Ava Sweet. Fantasized about how satiny her skin might be beneath all her layers of cotton. Wondered at how quick she’d ignite once he got his hands filled with her tight little body. Now it was finally time for him to see for himself if his suspicions had been correct all along. He had figured Ava to be a livewire if she ever allowed her control to slip. Hell, judging by the way her fingers had been digging into his hair, pulling him forward for a deeper mating of lips and tongues, her body so eager and hot and voracious, he’d been right on the money. Luke was only too glad he was the recipient of all that hot passion.
He’d been ready to kick Pete’s teeth in when he’d talked about Ava’s body in such sexual terms. When he’d agreed to go out on the date, Luke had been ready to strangle the man. It was his own damn fault though. For some idiotic reason, Luke thought he’d have plenty of time with Ava. As if she would just sit around on her pretty little ass and wait on him to sow his wild oats.
Well, she’d stopped waiting. She was ready. The only question left unanswered was, how soon could he get her away from all