Lydia
Avery is more demanding today, fiercer in how he tastes my lips. I'm having trouble keeping up. But I'm not complaining. I surrender to his control, losing more of myself with each passing second.
I'm carried in his big arms, taken inside his room. My p***y is tingling, and every part of me is on fire.
Avery is dark and handsome and so very sexy when he is jealous. That negative emotion is turning into fuel for his kisses.
And I love every moment.
"I don't like it when you're taking care of other men," Avery speaks between kisses. His eyes are glowing red; I would be afraid if I didn't know him. "You belong with me," his tongue is controlling mine, hand stealing under my shirt. "You're mine, Lydia. Mine. Only mine."
There is a light squeeze, and I shudder.
I love how Avery
