Then, he began to move, watching her take all of him. He spread her asshole and teased between the globes of her ass, working her anus. She let out a gasp, but he wasn’t done with her.
He pressed against her asshole. She wasn’t wet enough, and leaning over, he released a trail of saliva across her anus, coating his fingers in it and pushing his finger into her asshole. She tensed up, and to help distract her, he pounded inside her, hearing her startled gasp. So pretty.
“Let me inside, babe,” he said.
He worked his finger into her ass, then used a second one to stretch her out.
“If you’ve watched porn, then you’ve had to have watched a good anal scene. They’re fucking incredible.” He groaned and started to work more of his fingers into her asshole, going deep and hard, stretching her. “One day soon, this asshole is going to be mine, Ava. I’m going to enjoy fucking it and making it so. You want that, don’t you? You want to belong to me in every single way imaginable?”
“Yes!”
“Good.”
He was so close to orgasm. He removed his fingers from her asshole, grabbed her hips, and pounded inside her, wanting to fill her so completely. Fucking her harder with every passing second. This time, as his orgasm built, he reached between her legs and stroked her clit, getting her off at the same time as he did. He didn’t pull out. He slammed in deep, flooding her cunt with more of his cum.
Chapter Eight
“I’m not talking sex with you,” Ava said, giggling into the cell phone.
“Why the hell not?”
“I’m in the bank, and you’re going to have to wait until I’m not.”
“So that means you want to talk dirty to me.”
She rolled her eyes. Smokey had been gone one day, and she missed him. What she did love was how he continued to keep calling her. It was almost as if he couldn’t seem to help himself, which she loved.
People were going about their daily lives as if there was nothing happening around them. Something was, something huge. She was falling in love. There was no other word for it. She’d tried to stop it each time she realized the signs, but he made her feel so alive.
Smokey had gotten into her heart, and what was more, she didn’t care because she loved the feelings he evoked inside her. They were … magical.
Of course, she wouldn’t dream of telling him exactly how she felt. She had no doubt he would pull away as fast as lightning. He didn’t love her. The club tolerated her. She didn’t for a second believe it was a good position to put Smokey in. So, she ignored the need in her heart and just decided to live her life, enjoying the moments they were together.
“Ava?” Smokey asked.
She didn’t even realize she hadn’t responded to him.
“Yes, I want to, but the bank has to come first right now. Call me in about ten minutes?” she asked.
“Got it. Take care, babe.”
“You too.” She hadn’t figured out a term of endearment for him just yet.
One day, she would, but for now, he was just Smokey. She still didn’t know his real name. Not that it mattered.
When it was her turn at the bank, she handed over the check and requested some of the funds from her business account. She tapped her fingers on the counter, waiting.
The lines today were so long.
She waited, and finally, with a brown envelope, the woman returned. Ava thanked the woman and turned back toward the line. She tried to work her bag open, but with how hot it was in the bank and all the gazes on her, she held the envelope within her grasp and quickly rushed outside.
Ava tried to open her bag and wasn’t looking where she was going, bumping into a hard wall of a chest.
She dropped her envelope and winced as it fell to the ground. Then she decided she’d bring in a batch of cupcakes to the woman who had the forethought to seal the damn thing. She should have stayed inside the bank.
“Oops, my bad,” the hard, masculine voice said.
Ava went to pick up her money, but the man got there first. She looked at him, seeing the business suit on the large, muscular man.
“I should have looked where I was going.” She rubbed at her temple. Between the sudden heat and Smokey’s phone call, she was all flustered.
“Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t watching where I was going either.” He moved to the side and she turned, frowning.
“I’m really sorry.”
“No, it’s fine. I don’t mind when a pretty lady bumps into me.”
This made her laugh. “Okay.” She held her hand out. “Can I have my envelope?”
“Do you want to go out with me?”
This caused her to look up at him. “Er, I’m sorry. I’m seeing someone. No, thank you.” She internally winced. No one had ever randomly asked her out on a date.