Page 168 of Slapshot Baby

“You’re so deep like this,” she breathes. “I can feel you everywhere stretching me, filling me up. Your cock is so fucking thick.”

I grip her hips. My hands slide up to her breasts, heavy and swollen in my palms. I roll her nipples between my fingers and she cries out, rhythm faltering for a second.

“Don’t stop moving,” I tell her, voice rough. “Keep riding me. Use my cock.”

“Touch them harder. Pinch them. Make it hurt a little.”

I pinch hard. She bucks on my lap, a sharp cry cutting through the room.

“Again—fuck. Again—”

I pinch again, rolling, tugging.

She picks up speed. Her hips slam down against mine, inner muscles gripping me so tight it takes everything I have to hold back.

My stomach clenches. My thighs burn. The pressure builds at the base of my spine like a tide about to drown me.

“Come for me,” I say into her ear, voice dark and desperate. “I can’t hold on much longer. Your pussy’s milking me so hard. Come all over my cock so I can fill you.”

“Almost…” She grinds harder, faster, body chasing it with zero restraint. “Almost there. Right there. Fuck me, don’t stop.”

She slams down three more times and detonates. Her whole body seizes, walls crushing me in pulsing contractions so strong they pull the orgasm out of me like a trigger.

I come so hard my vision goes white, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, forehead pressed between her shoulder blades, a broken groan tearing out of my throat while she keeps coming around me in long, shaking waves, moaning my name.

We collapse together, her back against my chest, my arms loose around her waist. Both of us breathe like we’ve sprinted a mile. Our bodies are slick with sweat, still twitching with aftershocks.

After a long time she lifts off me slowly.

We both make a sound at the separation.

"I'm going to shower."

"Take your time."

She starts to get up, then pauses. “And Kai?”

“Yeah?”

Her expression turns serious. “When I’m done, we need to talk.”

She walks naked out of the living room, picking up my shirt from the floor and pulling it on. It hangs past her thighs, the hem swaying as she walks.

I watch the way her body moves with a confidence and fullness that makes my chest expand.

My mind comes up with an image of the bathroom door closing, the shower turns on.

I lean back on the couch, pull the condom off, toss it in the wastebasket by the side table, and close my eyes.

That was the best sex of my life.

My body is humming. Every muscle is loose, unwound, floating in the aftermath. And underneath the physical satisfaction, something deeper sits, warm and settled and certain.

Ava didn't hold anything back.

Every sound, every demand, every time she told me what she wanted and took it without apology. The way she moaned my name without trying to swallow it. The way she looked over her shoulder with that dark hunger and said come here like I was the only man on earth.

No walls. No performance. No hiding.