Even as he knew she would hate herself in a few short hours, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Ava wanted this. She’d begged for this, and he’d be the biggest asshole in denying her.
Watching her regret this would cause him pain, but he’d live with it. What Ava wanted, he’d give her.
Staring at her pretty, swollen cunt, his mouth watered. He slid his tongue between her slit and touched her clit, caressing down toward her hole and circling her entrance. Ever so slightly, he pressed against her, nearly penetrating, but he held himself back, going to her clit.
Smokey sucked her into his mouth, and he groaned, hearing her gasp. Glancing up her body, he found her arching.
He still had a hold of her hands, keeping them locked at her side. She wasn’t fighting him, and he loved having her at his mercy. He let her clit go and went back to her opening. Around and around he circled, tantalizing her. Giving a promise of what was to come.
“Please.” Her moan echoed around the walls.
Her desperation was clear to him.
Pushing his tongue slowly inside her, he made her wait, letting her feel him fill her. What he was going to do with his tongue, and she’d be hungry for more.
He let go of her hands and cupped her ass, lifting her up against his mouth. Smokey got her into a position so her ass was on his open palm and his other hand was free to explore her pussy.
Sliding a finger into her cunt, he dipped in and out, getting himself nice and slick before moving back down to tease across her anus.
She was already so soaking wet that some of her pre-cum had leaked down the crack.
He bit down on her clit and took her hard into his mouth at the same time he pressed against her back entrance.
“Yes, please, yes,” she said.
Ava took his thumb as he rode her higher toward her orgasm. She thrust against his face, danced on his thumb, and when she came, he swallowed her release, loving every second as she spasmed on his thumb.
He allowed her to ride that wave of pleasure, her body finally letting go, and she rested on the floor. Removing his hands, he crawled up her body, licking his lips.
“Tell me you want this,” he said.
It was one thing to give her an orgasm, but quite another thing to take more.
“Yes, Smokey. I want you.”
“Say it,” he said.
He wasn’t going to go any further until she told him exactly what she wanted.
She licked her lips. Her body was flush and glowing from the pregnancy and post-orgasm.
“Fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”
Ava had already removed his clothes when he’d taken off hers. There was no need for a condom seeing as she was already pregnant.
Smokey gripped his cock. He was rock-hard, pre-cum leaking out of the tip as he placed it against her pussy.
At first, he slid between her creamy slit, getting himself nice and wet before he went to her entrance.
He stared into her eyes, not wanting to look anywhere else but at the woman he loved. The woman he’d fucking hurt. The same woman he was intent on winning back. He wasn’t a quitter. There was no way he was going to let her go.
She belonged to him.
Heart and soul.
Her body as well.
Smokey knew he wouldn’t be sated until she finally gave every single part of herself to him, and he’d die making it up to her. He’d never stop trying to be the man she deserved.
Inch by inch, he sank inside her tight, hot pussy. She was so wet, and with each thrust forward, it felt like he was coming home. He’d never experienced this before in his life.
Closing his eyes, he loved every second of it until he was balls deep within her walls. She pulsed around him as she still had aftershocks of her orgasm.
He pressed his face against her neck, allowing him a few seconds to bask in the tight feel of her. She was all he wanted.
At that moment, Smokey hated himself more for what he did. He’d really fucked up when it came to Ava. There was a chance they would never be together, and he couldn’t even stand the thought of being close to her without having her.
Opening his eyes, he stared into hers. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
Ava reached for his ass and held him to her. “I want this, Smokey.”
Locking their fingers together, he pressed them on either side of her head, keeping her in place as he slowly began to rock back and forth inside her. He started slowly, not going too deep but riding her pussy the way it needed to be, heightening her pleasure.
He shoved her hands above her head and gripped one knee, moving it to just the right angle over his hip so he could get as deep as possible. He did the same with the other.
His thrusts sped up, becoming pounds as he fucked her, going to the hilt within her, owning her. Working her pussy until she cried his name and he felt her come. Little ripples of pleasure rushed through him as her heat surrounded him, tightening, contracting, making him ache.
Smokey didn’t want it to stop, but he knew there was no way he was going to make this last.
Slamming his lips down on hers, he took the kiss he’d been wanting, and she moaned his name, arching up toward his touch. He growled as his release filled her.
He wanted to get as deep within her as possible, but nothing seemed good enough. The pleasure was next level, and as he filled her, she came apart beneath him. Her moans filled the room as he held her.
This was what he’d been missing so much. Being close to her.
Wrapping his arms around her, he pressed his face against her neck, breathing her in, remembering the delicious scent of her.
He couldn’t get enough. As with all things, time wasn’t on his side.
Ava’s hands ran along his back, and he just sensed the ticking of time.
He lifted himself up and stared down into her eyes, smiling at her. She gave him such a sweet smile that he’d cherish always.
“Please, don’t hate this,” he said.
“I don’t. I know I wanted it.”
“But you’re having second thoughts?”
Tears filled her eyes, and she shook her head. Her lips pressed firmly together almost as if she couldn’t stand the thought of talking.
“Tell me, Ava.”
“Why did you do it, Smokey? Why did you put me through that?”
The break in her voice undid him.
“I’ve only known betrayal.”
“From everyone else. Not from me. I was good to you. I loved you.”
He heard the past tense, but he refused to believe it. Even as her words broke apart his entire world, he stared into her eyes, refusing to allow himself to back down.
“I can make you love me again.”
She laughed. “Smokey, you hurt me.”
“I know. You think I don’t hate myself for what I did to you? You think I don’t wake up wondering where the hell you are, wishing you were in my bed, and knowing I did this? I can’t stand the thought of being away from you, Ava.”
“We’re a mess, Smokey. We’re supposed to be having a baby, and now we’ve had sex.” She pressed a hand to her forehead.
“Don’t overthink it. This means we’ve still got something between us. This means we have hope.”
“But I don’t want to have hope.” The tears fell from her eyes. She looked utterly heartbroken. “I want to have a life filled with love and devotion. I don’t want to be second best. I just got out of a marriage where I wasn’t even that. I was used for everything he could get and tossed aside like I was a piece of trash, and it was all my fault. I can’t do that again. I won’t.”