Avery melted against him, her head falling back on his shoulder. He moved a hand from her hip and slipped it between her legs, fingers finding her clit with practiced precision. He rubbed small, firm circles right where she needed it, giving her everything she craved, his body, his voice, his full attention.
And in return, she gave him every part of herself.
"Give me it, Angel," he demanded, his voice rough with need as he rubbed tight circles over her clit, while she trembled beneath him, her breath hitching with each motion, every nerve ending on fire.
"I know it's there, and I want it. Come all over my cock. Show me how good you are."
Just a few more seconds of pressure and the way his grip tightened around her throat pushed her over the edge. The second he felt her insides clench around him, he let go of her neck and bent her forward, slamming into her with everything he had as he spilled into the condom, groaning deep in his chest.
