SEX AT LAST!

Ava’s POV

Even though Chris acted like he felt nothing, I knew Chris was also in the mood.

He walked into the bathroom and slid the glass door shut. As he showered, the bathroom door fogged up from the steam—I could barely see through it anymore. I only satisfied my urges with the image of his naked body playing in my head.

He came out wrapped in a white towel around his waist, his hard cock lifting the towel slightly. His eyes caught my nipples and he smiled.

He loosened the towel and let it drop at his feet, his cock dangling slightly from the pull.

“In between those thighs lies a juicy hole, and I can’t help but want it,” he whispered as he came closer to the bed where I lay. I had full, thick thighs with straight legs, my skin beautiful and flawless. An irresistible tan with perfect curves and a round butt—and to crown it all, my tits were firm and standing.

Chris held the strap of my dress and pulled it down gently, revealing my pointed nipples. He sucked on them for a second before sliding his hands down my shorts to take them off. Clear fluid dripped from the tip of his manhood, and when I grabbed it, he let out a soft moan. I massaged his cock slowly, letting my fingers glide through the slick.

“You’ve got a monster cock here,” I praised, a flirtatious smile playing at the corner of my mouth.

He gripped my ponytail and tilted my head as he shoved his big cock into my mouth, fucking me deep. I sucked hard, licking every drop that came out of it, his balls dangling under my jaw.

“Ummmm,” I let out a moan. Chris didn’t stop. He dug his manhood into my throat, causing my breasts to bounce. He held one, fondling it softly while he continued.

His cock hardened even more, and the urge to thrust into me consumed him. He pulled me up and pushed me to the bed, my butt facing the ceiling. He slid his cock into me and a solid moan escaped from my lungs.

“Oh fuck! Chris,” I cried, clenching the bedsheet.

He didn’t stop. It started at a steady rhythm but soon got faster and harder. My body shivered as the pleasure washed over me like a wave.

Chris hit me hard, causing me to beg for mercy. I never knew he was a badass dude! And I had never been this well stroked before.

My creamy, wet pussy was getting some nice strokes.

I moaned softly.

He flipped me over and spread my thighs. He penetrated deeper into me and I cried out. My nails dug into his back as lust took over, each thrust pounding through me like a hard rod.

I slid my palm up to his throat and grabbed it. “Kill me,” I whispered into his ear, my voice thick but soft.

He went harder and harder without a pause. He raised my leg slightly higher to feel all of me. His eyes caught my dancing breasts again and he took a nipple in his mouth. Chills ran down my spine. I spread my legs wide, and he rode me like a horse, pounding every corner of my pussy and causing me to jerk with pleasure.

I ran my fingers across my clit and watched him thrust into me.

Strength from nowhere came upon him. He increased the pace once more and hit me hard—again and again—until I reached my orgasm.

My thighs shook, my body trembled. I grabbed him and screamed from the pleasure that took over me. I pressed his firm body against mine as I came.

The thick, creamy juice from my pussy coated his cock.

He pulled me up, I held his cock and shoved it into my mouth as I gave him a blowjob. He moaned, his body trembling. His hands found my breasts once more and he fondled them while I kept sucking until his cum spilled all over my face.

He let out a soft sigh, and we fell on the bed.

***

The next day, Chris pulled over at my house. I waved at my aunt, with whom I was living after I lost my parents. I hopped into the front seat, kissed his lips as he drove me to school.

The school buzzed with shock when they saw me alight from Chris’s ride. He’d opened the door for me and I stepped out with my shoulders high. I laughed and rested my head on his shoulder at intervals as we approached the school building.

After school, I got a forwarded message from an unknown number with an attached text that read—“I just wanted to let you know who your boyfriend is. Don’t bother to know who the sender is. I am an anonymous person.”

I clicked with trembling fingers—it was a video of Chris passionately kissing another girl.

My heart sank.

I replayed it to be sure of what I saw.

Yes, it was Chris.

Glad he was already approaching me, my chest rose like soaked bread.

He lunged to give me a peck, but I raised my hand in his face, telling him to stay back. I showed him the video, and he was shocked.

“Ava, it’s not what you think!”

“It’s not what I think? Then what is it?” I demanded, my brows drawing together.

“—It’s just—”

I snatched his phone and pressed the side button. The screen lit up—his screensaver wasn’t me. It was another girl—I had suspected as much. He grabbed her ass in the picture, and she placed her palm on his chest as if she owned him.

My heart broke.

“So this is true?” I said, my voice low and fragile.

Then the girl from the video I’d watched stepped in—Kia Natale.

My eyes snapped to her. She looked at Chris and then at me.

“Tell her, Chris! Tell her it’s a lie!” she dared.

Chris stood cold-blooded.

His silence said it all.

Chris Westbrook is cheating on me, I concluded within myself.

But was it with Kia?

Who else was he involved with? The pain I felt was so unbearable, I ran but Chris followed me. Begging that I listen to him.

“Ava, I can explain!” he cried.