Chapter 39 Avery

• His gaze heats my face, but I don’t pay any attention to it, instead my focus is on the hand sinking further. I loosen his leather belt, watching in fascination as it glides free of the buckle holding it together. The smooth material slides from his loops, falling in the open space between us. Once he is completely free, I fling it off to the side. Using both hands, I return to his buttons, unhooking it quickly, I rip the zipper free, tugging the material over his hips.
• “Do you need help, Princess?” He asks, taunting me, his voice sweet, sultry, and electrifying. His lips find mine, our tongues mixing before breaking apart. The bed dips as he moves away, climbing down to stand. He quickly drops his pants to the floor, his boxers tented in the front, showing me how excited he is.
• “Those can come off too.” I meet his gaze, silently begging him to show me what’s beneath the thin spandex. With a single tug, they fall, his cock springing forth, standing upright and alert, wanting me. I crawl toward him, curious and intrigued what it’d like to see one up in person. He’s thick, with veins covering the flesh, and I wonder what it’ll be like to have him filling me. Drake moves, his movements, slow, and cautious, his hand takes mine and places it on his chest.