“Do you want me? Do you need me as much I need you?” Ava’s gaze was glued to his cock. “Yes.” Her tone came out ragged, unrecognizable. Never had she wanted to touch, taste, kiss, lick, please someone as much as she did him. All thoughts of her past sexual experience were gone, burned away by the desire in Brice’s eyes, voice, and the way he moved toward her. She’d never felt more wanted before. “Take off your bra. Show me your breasts,” he ordered. He continued to stroke his cock. She reached behind and undid the clasp. Her breasts fell as her bra slipped down her arms. Ava tugged it off and let it drop to the ground. Time stretched like a rubber band. Her nerves returned. Are my breasts sagging too much? Do they look fat? Anxiety began to bat away some of her arousal. “Stop it!” he snapped. “I’m not Perry. Look at me, honey. Take me in. Tell me what you see. Is my dick limp because of your breasts? Do I look like I’m going anywhere?” He dragged a chair over and sat down, his legs splayed open.
