Mature content ahead
Avery knew Ian was always so forward with his wants, but she had no idea he would go as far as to stick his head into the middle of her legs.
Not like she was complaining, because ‘Well damn, he’s good with his tongue.’ Avery thought, buckling back as her hands brushed into his soft curls, guiding his head even though she was moaning for him to stop.
“Ian…seriously, anyone could…walk in,” Avery said with difficulty, her words broken with intercepts of lips biting to hold back from moaning out too loud.
Ian was too busy working his mouth on her sensitive downparts to have a response for her.
Maybe it’s the mind-blowing and toe-curling pleasure he gave that had her getting addicted to him or his overflowing affection for her, or maybe both.
“Ian… I think I’m going
