Avery's Game Of Revenge
Chapter 107: Cry.

Chapter 107: Cry.

Avery’s eyes squeezed shut as his mouth sealed over her clit, parting her folds with his tongue, and licking and sucking until her hips were fucking against his face. Hungry noises were spilling out of his glorious mouth and she soaked them all in, her fingers digging into his wet hair as he jerked her closer. Filled only with thoughts of how good he felt against her, her mind was blanched out completely of any other thoughts.

This wasn’t pain...this was fucking pleasure! But maybe she had been too quick to judge as Archie proceeded to push two fingers into her core, curling them so he could hit the sensitive spot inside of her.

"Arch..." she moaned, as he greedily sucked on her clit, his fingers pumping in and out, faster and faster.

Her grip tightened around his hair as her orgasm built up within her, her entire body beginning to convulse when he suddenly pulled his fingers out.

"Archie!" Avery exclaimed, unable to stop the gasp from escaping her lips. He was still looking at her with that flaming desire in his eyes but...that wasn’t enough. Why did he stop just now?

As if he could hear the questions in her mind, Archie replied, "Because we are here to help you cry, and not do anything else," As he talked, his fingers had slipped into her and were beginning to work up another orgasm. "You have to cry, Ava..." His eyes darkened as she threw her head back and her hips arched against him. He couldn’t hold this up for long or he would snap out of control and do something that might be regretted later.

At a loud moan that slipped out of her mouth, he snapped out of the spell bound trance her body held him in, and dove in. He was merciless in his assault, his mouth and tongue and teeth pinpointing every sensitive spot with devastating accuracy. He brought her to the hilt every now and then, held her there without facilitating her release, then he would start all over again.

This continued until Avery had no idea whether she was moaning, screaming or sobbing. She just knew Archie had to do something right there and then or she would explode.

As if he could hear the thoughts within her, he pushed into her one last time and the firestorm within her finally erupted. This time around, she heard her own cry as she came, completely rid of all her strength while enjoying the leisurely licks his tongue was making through her folds.

She felt his arm steady her body as he rose from the kneeling position to capture her lips in a passionate, wet kiss.

"I am sorry...Avery," he murmured into her mouth.

As he promised, she did cry...in pleasure.

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Music Rec: Into Your Arms by Witt Lowry

Avery’s eyelashes fluttered open to reveal dreary brown eyes. She squinted and lifted her hand to block her face from the bright light streaming in from the half lifted blinds, stiffening when she felt a sudden gust of wind hit the bare feet of her right leg. Without needing to check, she knew someone had lifted the sheets off that part of her leg.

Who? There was no one else in the house with her except...Archie. Why? She had absolutely no idea.

The thought of him caused her mind to conjure images of him from last night and she blushed furiously, her face reddening as she slowly closed her eyes to pretend as if she was still asleep. She wasn’t ready to face him yet.

Gripping the sheets tightly to control herself, she was subconsciously transported into the memories from the previous night when Archie broke the kiss and helped her into her robe, tying the ropes tightly around her waist. She had been extremely shy and had wanted nothing more than to escape to her room when he forced her into the kitchen to hand her a glass of honey water.

In short, he made sure she was totally sober before letting her come up to her room, alone. And all of those were done without them sharing a single word; not even a yes or a no. And definitely not a thank you.

The only conversation between them had been in form of a wordless goodnight kiss; Archie pressing his lips gently against the ridge of her nose before helping her push the door to her room open. Now, she was...

’What the hell is going on?!’ Screaming the question out loud within her, Avery’s eyes flew open when she felt the exposed right leg being lifted up in the air, a warm hand wrapped tightly around her ankle. What was Archie doing?

She turned slightly, pretending as if it was just a sleepy move so she could see his face properly and what he was doing to her legs. Instead, her breath caught in her throat when her eyes came in contact with his face.

He had his hair combed and falling forward to give him a slightly younger...or boyish look, and was wearing a white t-shirt that clung onto his chest—showcasing a perfect row of abs—and brown corduroy pants that reached his knees. She forced herself to blink, lowering her eyes to his fingers that were now carefully placing hooking something around her ankles.

An anklet.

Avery saw what it was just as he lowered his head to press a small kiss against the anklet, and directly, her ankle. Unable to hold herself back this time, she suddenly yanked her leg from his grip and rose to a sitting position.

"Hi uhm..." she swallowed, her eyes darting around to touch everywhere in the room while avoiding his face alone. "Good morning."

"How are you feeling?" Archie asked, completely ignoring her greeting.

The slight hint of worry in his voice gave Avery the courage to meet his gaze, blinking in surprise when she saw his brows furrowed in genuine curiosity. Like he really wanted to know what she was feeling and was not asking out of courtesy.

"I am fine. Perfectly," she replied, her tongue peeking out of her mouth to lick her lower lip. "You? How are you? You uh...you came a week earlier than you said you would."

"I missed you," Archie replied blandly, like his answer was something she’s supposed to have deduced. He added, "There was also that stupid post of you with the pretty actor. He touched you in places your husband hadn’t even dared to—until last night, I mean—all because he’s the lead actor of the series?"

Your husband...Until last night...

Avery couldn’t resist the crimson blush that crept up to her face, but she also was not quick enough to hide it from his predatory gaze. Thank goodness her voice didn’t fail her this time and she was able to come up with an appropriate response.

"What places?" she blurted out, "It’s just a simulated scene and I am merely a side character. It’d be an hotter scene if I was the lead character. And as for Stuart, he’s not just a pretty actor like you just said. He’s a pretty great actor..." she trailed off, feeling the atmosphere in the room grow colder the more she spoke.

"Oh really?"

Archie’s voice compounded her suspicions. He was displeased.

"Ehm, sorry about that." Her voice lowered into a whisper, "I was just trying to say it’s my job to act out that scene to the best of my abilities."

Glancing up, she saw that he had on a serious expression as his eyes stayed glued on her, as if he was gauging her words to know whether to reply or not.

"I talked with the men back at home," he finally began, after several seconds had passed. "None of them took you, or gave you directions on how to get to the cemetery, so how did you get there?"

Avery’s face fell as her brain registered the question, fury gnawing at her from within as her mind began to reel with thoughts. When she replied, her eyes were narrowed into slits, "Charlotte took me there. Butler Ross’ only daughter. Apparently, she has been visiting once every week while I never did, totally consumed by a stupid plan I made. She said Roberts has been visiting them too, with flowers."

"A Charlotte and a Roberts?" Archie raised his brows, raising his hand to adjust his glasses before he continued, "And when the hell did you make a stupid plan?"

"Right from the beginning. I was quick to forget the pain from that day and...and I completely derailed. Can you believe I was thinking of taking it slow?" she scoffed in mock derision of herself, "I was thinking of taking the damned revenge slow, and enjoying every step of it while my family laid in the cemetery, rotting away."

He cleared his throat.

"There will be no point then, Ava."