Page 14 of I Hate Myself For Loving You (Wolf Mates #7)

Avery’s whimper drew him to let go of her hands. She clung to his broad neck, struggling to find her breath before reaching between them and pulling at his jeans. Tearing at the button and zipper, jamming her hands into them and grasping his cock in a firm lock.

Lassiter’s hips jutted against her hand and he hissed, letting his head fall back while she stroked him, long pulls designed to tease and taunt him to fuck her.

“Fucking hell, Avery. I don’t know how much more I can take,” Lassiter said between his teeth.

Avery unwound her legs from his waist and slid down his body, shoving his pants to his ankles with an aggression she didn’t know she had in her.

She wanted him naked.

She wanted his cock, hard and hot, driving into her.

Lassiter kicked his pants off, shoving them roughly to the side and dragging her forward. With a socked foot, he tipped the lid of the toilet seat closed and sat down.

His eyes locked on her waist, hungry and lit with the fire of passion. He buried his face in her belly, wrapping firm arms around her and splaying his fingers on her ass.

Creeping over the smooth globe, he slipped his fingers between her legs from behind, skirting the tender flesh between her legs.

Lassiter inhaled her scent, moaning with low approval. Avery’s hands, resting at her sides, came up to pull him close to her.

With slow lips that moved in maddeningly deliberate kisses, Lassiter moved over her abdomen until he reached the curls at the top of her pussy.

His fingers worked her cunt, slipping in and out of the folds, slippery wet with wanton need.

Stroking her outer lips, he moved in time with his mouth, stroking her, licking her skin, until he slithered into her cunt.

The touch of his tongue sizzled her flesh, fraying the frazzled cord of control she held. He parted the flesh of her pussy, laving her clit, suckling it as he slipped into her, his finger thick and seeking.

He stroked her from the inside, hitting her G-spot, dragging his finger over it again and again, sending chills along her arms, making her nipples tighten almost painfully as his tongue lashed her cunt.

Avery jammed her hips upward, raising her leg to rest on the seat of the cool porcelain toilet, finding the edge of the sink and gripping it to steady her grind against Lassiter’s mouth.

Orgasm clawed at her, release begging to be made a reality. She fought to savor the feel of his lips against her, his silken head resting against her inner thigh.

When her release hit her, it was with the fury of a bolt of lightning. It dragged her over an edge, yanked her gut, tearing at the speed of light from her feet to the top of her head.

This time, Avery howled—a howl of unmatched satisfaction, immeasurable pleasure. Undulating under his tongue, she let it happen. Letting go of her every inhibition with a scream that was wild, unfettered, riddled by lust.

Avery collapsed against him, letting her leg fall and her hands grab blindly for his shirt.

Lassiter turned her in his arms, seating her with her back to his chest, hauling her backwards until his cock slipped between her thighs and rested between the slick lips of her cunt.

She reached for him, clasping his cock, lubricating it with the juice of her climax. Stroking it hand over hand, rubbing it against her clit.

She felt his tension beneath her, his muscles hard and coiled tight with control.

Avery wanted him to lose control. Lose the barrier that kept them from connecting on every level.

“Avery, now. I need to be in you now ,” he ground out against her ear between harsh breaths.

His hands came to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between firm fingers.

Lifting her hips, Avery smiled to herself and sank onto his cock. Thick and long, descending inch by excruciating inch.

Holding him firmly at her passage with her hand until she slid down to settle on his lap.

Twitching within her, Lassiter sighed when her ass rubbed against him. The crisp hair on his thighs scraped against her and she luxuriated in his maleness.

He shifted beneath her, but she held him by wrapping her thighs around the tops of his and clenching the muscles of her cunt. On the tips of her toes, bracing herself by gripping his wrists, she rose and drove downward, letting the sleek heat of his cock drive into her.

It jolted him and he reacted by gripping her waist, digging into it to drive deeper.

His cock flared, swelling within her. Avery could literally feel the blood course through it.

Her ass hit his thighs with each plunge she took, impaling herself on the rigid fire.

Sliding a finger down to her clit, Lassiter stroked it, bringing it to a hard nub.

Leaning back in his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck, she let the rough stubble of his chin score her neck. Avery focused only on the complete fulfillment she felt with him inside of her.

Her senses were raw, aware, hypersensitive to every vein that pulsed with the rush of lust. The sweet sound of their flesh slapping together.

His lips suckled her neck, tasting her flesh, rasping his tongue over it, and she caved in that instant.

The throb of his cock, her cunt, slick and aching became more than she could bear. She came with velocity, while Lassiter’s cock was buried in her pussy and his lips caressed her neck. With his silken head of hair against her cheek and his puffs of breath in her ear.

She gyrated her hips as she soared upward, letting only the hot seed of his release be her goal.

His arm, tight and sculpted, held her around the waist and he lifted her with his thrusts. He shouted her name when he came, thick spurts of his seed spilling into Avery while he did.

Quiet overtook the bathroom, an eerie calm with the scent of their lovemaking permeating the air. The harsh breaths they took slowed.

Avery floated back from where she’d been to the reality that was now between them. If they could only forget everything else but this, Avery would. But they had so much between them. It was time to bridge that gap.

Now, before anyone else was hurt by this lonely quest Lassiter seemed to think he had to make alone.

“It’s time to talk, Lassiter,” she reminded him, her voice sounding like that of someone else to her ears, hoarse and scratchy.

“Yeah, it’s time to talk.”