Ava's POV
Before I could blink twice, he flipped me over like I was a doll, stretched out on his back on the bed, his arms behind his head. He wore that lazy smirk on his face, his c**k standing proud like a damn flagpole.
“Sit on it,” he said, his voice low and dirty, like he knew exactly what that voice always does to me.
My legs were still shaking, but I crawled over him anyways. I looked down at that gorgeous, wet c**k waiting for me. I sank down slow, so slow, feeling every inch stretch me open again. When he bottomed out I had to stop, just breathe, and feel him throbbing deep inside me like he belonged there.
Then I started moving.
I started with slow rolls at first, savoring the way he filled me so perfectly. His eyes were half-closed, watching me like I was the only thing
