Avery's Game Of Revenge
Chapter 141: Obsessed With Them.

Chapter 141: Obsessed With Them.

For some reason, Avery could feel that he wasn’t kissing her with passion, or desire, not even lust, but with anger. For what though? She pushed against his hard chest to escape him, but she might as well be pushing against a wall.

"Don’t fucking push me away," he said through gritted teeth, his fingers weaving into her soft hair and pulling her closer to himself. "Call me Love," he ordered.

She opened her mouth with a retort in mind but he used the opportunity to slide his tongue inside. And then she was lost to wetness and heat, the overwhelming fever writing and pulsing in her veins. She rose to her toes to give him full access; to fit her body against his and panted into his mouth, fisting handfuls of his t-shirt to pull him closer.

He groaned in pleasure, sliding his hand around the back of her thighs, and Avery moaned in approval when she realized his intention. It was incredibly sexy how well he lifted her, like she weighed absolutely nothing.

Wrapping her long legs around him, she reveled in how well their bodies pieced together. How well they fit each other. He squeezed the bare flesh of her thighs possessively, making an angry sound in his throat like he’d been thinking about them too much and was furious with her for not realizing it earlier.

His palm slid beneath her dress, grabbing a handful of her bare ass, as he walked them to the couch and sat. In seconds, she was straddling his thighs, their mouths drifting apart so he could pull the dress over her head. The soft sound of fabric hitting the floor slowed the urgency of their movements.

Avery’s skin prickled with goosebumps as his eyes trailed down her skin, fiery hot. Giving attention to every part of her body, and noticing the lacy hem of her thigh high socks, the thin straps of her pink thong, the shallow dip of her navel, and the way her breasts pressed against the edges of her equally pink bra with each breath she took.

"All mine," he breathed roughly, claiming her lips once again. His right hand gripped the flare of her hips, his palm sliding up to hold her waist. "But stubborn enough to refute it," he breathed.

"I’m not—"

"Shut up," he cut her off, biting her lower lip and soothing the ache with a soft suck. He caressed the bare curves of her ass, the skin on skin liquefying every nerve within her. His lips traveled down her throat to the top of her breasts, and he nipped the skin before sliding a rough hand beneath her bra to squeeze the flesh.

Pleasure rushed to Avery’s core, and she hummed against his neck, taking the bold step of courage to give him a small hickey.

"Claiming me." His lips pressed against her ear, nibbling her lobes. "Fucking perfect wife."

Avery didn’t get the chance to dwell on his words because he unhooked her bra and peeled it off her body that same moment. Her breasts felt heavy as cool hair brushed them, and momentary shyness reared its ugly head.

What the hell was she doing? Letting him look at her like this? At least, the light in the elevator had been dim the first time he did this, and the hallway was dark the other day when he went down on her. But now... he could see all of her, bare and exposed. Her insecurities and vulnerabilities.

The idea that she might be in for a huge disgrace sent a rush of nerves to prickle her skin, but the hazy, almost reverent look in Archie’s eyes as he ran a thumb across her nipple charged her with newfound confidence.

Archie found her beautiful... Yes, he’d said it just few minutes ago.

"Aahmmm..." She bit down on her lips as he leaned in and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Sighing, she dropped her head back and ran a hand into his hair, fisting it with every pull. The wet heat of his mouth tugged between her legs as he moved to the other, and flames curled low in her stomach.

Her breasts weren’t more than a handful, but Archie didn’t seem to be mind with the attention he gave them. He pressed the soft flesh together so he could bite, lick, and suck, from one to the other.

On the other hand, Avery was flushed with a wave so hot, so unstable that she had no idea if she should push him away or beg him to never stop. A quick wick burned from the warmth of his mouth to the damp material between her legs that grew wetter and more sensitive with each second that passed by.

"Please..." she begged.

Archie released a nipple with the graze of his teeth and dragged his mouth up her neck. "Please what?" he implored.

’Please everything!’ Avery screamed in her mind. From the mischievous sparkle in his eyes, she knew he was well aware of what she wanted... or needed, in this case. So instead of talking, she merely grinded against his erection with a desperate noise.

Instantly, his hand was where she needed it, palming her core through the fabric and running a thumb across her clit. Just like he did earlier.

"You want this?" he asked.

Avery’s skin caught fire, burning everywhere, from her ears to the tips of her toes. His thumb slipped under the strap of her tongue, tugging it down a little.

"Take it off," he ordered.

Following his command, a tremble started in Avery’s hands as she pushed the thong down her thighs, adjusting on his laps to pull it all the way off. When she finished, he released a breath, gaze black as he took in her most private part.

As he ran his hand down her thighs, dragging her socks with them, desire inflated in her throat.

"These legs were the first I saw of you," he murmured, "And I was so fucking obsessed with them. You can’t imagine how much."

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