"One day I'm gonna fuck this tight hole open," Omar growled as the head of his dick tapped against her second entrance, using the arousal that leaked from her to lubricate the tight closing.
"I'm going to lay you down and train you until you can take every inch of me." Omar continued.
Avery swallowed the lump of anticipation in her throat as she listened to Omar move around behind her, goosebumps forming on her skin when she felt his hands take hold of her hips.
"Baby, what are you going to do now?" She asked turning her head so she could look back at him.
Avery's breathing trembled as she felt Omar use his hands to spread her open from behind, his warm breaths fanning out over her wet flesh as he chose his words.
Goosebumps covered Avery's skin as Omar kissed his way up the curve of her spine, until he reached the back of her neck.
"Whatever the fuck I want," he laughed lustfully into her ear. "I might fuck you hard and deep, I might take my time and play in them guts. I haven't decided yet."
"Omar, do everything to me please," Avery all but begged, the desperation in her voice completely unfamiliar to her.
Omar chuckled darkly at her plea, his fingers gripping her hips tightly as he positioned himself behind her. Without warning, he pushed his hips forward, sinking his length deep inside her tightness. Avery gasped at the sudden invasion, her body arching in response to the overwhelming sensation.
Feeling her body's response to him, Omar began to move with a primal rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through Avery's body. His grip on her hips tightened as he pounded into her with unrelenting force, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room.
Avery's moans and cries of ecstasy spurred Omar on, his movements becoming more urgent and intense.
"Tell me your pussy is mine," he growled as he continued to thrust into her relentlessly, his words fueling Avery's arousal even more.
"It's yours, Omar, all yours," she gasped out, her voice filled with need and desire.
Omar's pace quickened, his primal instincts taking over as he claimed her body as his own. Avery let out a groan of satisfaction as wrapped his hand around the front of her throat, an action he knew would drive her wild with desire. Avery felt a surge of pleasure mixed with a hint of danger as he exerted his dominance over her.
"This perfect little body is mine, every last inch," to emphasize his point, Omar leaned into her, the tip of his thick length rubbing against her cervix.
"Daddy, I love it when you make it hurt. Make me take it all," Avery whimpered, her thighs shaking uncontrollably as she arched her back, presenting herself to him even more so.
"Like this mama?" Omar breathed into her ear, as he obeyed her command, forcing her to take every last inch of him.
"Just like that," Avery pleaded as she turned her head, a single tear slipping from her eye and down her right cheek, collecting in the crevice of her plump lips.
Omar's movements became more frenzied, his primal need to dominate and possess her driving him to push her to the edge of pleasure and pain. Avery's body responded eagerly to his every touch, her moans of ecstasy mixing with the occasional whimper of delight.
As the intensity of their connection reached its peak, Omar felt a surge of possessiveness wash over him. He wanted to mark her, to leave his imprint on her in every way possible. With a growl of determination, he pulled out of her, leaving Avery feeling empty and craving more.
But before Avery could protest the sudden loss, Omar swiftly flipped her onto her back, his eyes dark with lust and determination.
"Now, it's my turn to worship every inch of you," he declared, his voice low and husky with desire.
Avery's heart raced with anticipation as Omar trailed kisses down her body, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His hands explored every curve, every dip, igniting a flame of passion within her that burned brightly.
As he reached her core once again, Omar looked up at Avery with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine.
"Are you ready for me, baby?" he asked, his voice a deep rumble that resonated through her.
Avery could only nod, her body trembling in anticipation of what was to come. With a primal growl, Omar lowered his head and dove into her, his mouth and hands working in perfect harmony to bring her to the peak of ecstasy.
The room filled with the sounds of their shared passion, the symphony of moans and gasps mingling with the rhythmic movements of their bodies. In that moment, nothing else existed but the two of them, lost in a dance of desire and fulfillment.
As they reached the pinnacle of pleasure together, Avery's world shattered into a million pieces, each one filled with the intensity of their connection. And in that moment of pure bliss, she knew that she was exactly where she belonged—in the arms of the man who had claimed not just her body, but her very soul.
Omar watched as Avery went through the motions of a soul-shaking orgasm as he reached for a pillow at the top of the bed, pulling it to them so he could place it beneath her lower back, creating the perfect position for him to continue their intimate connection.
With a primal need driving him, Omar positioned himself between Avery's legs, his gaze locked on hers as he entered her once again. The feeling of her warmth and wetness enveloping him sent a surge of pleasure through his body.
Avery's breath hitched as she felt him fill her completely. "Baby, you're really deep," she gasped as her eyes went round in awe as she looked up at him.
Omar's eyes bore into hers with a mixture of desire and possessiveness. "You're mine, Avery. All of you," he whispered huskily, his movements deliberate and controlled as he claimed her body once again.
"This perfect little body was made for me," Omar continued. "You were made for me to fuck, cherish and uplift."
Avery's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions at Omar's declaration. She had never felt so desired, so wanted before. As he moved within her with a steady rhythm, she surrendered herself completely to him.
"Baby, have me in every way you want to," she moaned out into the room as Omar's pace quickened, his movements becoming more urgent and primal as he took her in a way that left her breathless. Avery's body responded eagerly to his every touch, her hands gripping the sheets as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure he was giving her.
Watching as Omar pulled out of her, Avery allowed him to turn her over and position her back on her hands and knees. A chill running up her spine as she felt the tip of his finger circling her second hole.
"I can't wait to train you," Omar sighed before taking hold of his girthy length so he could align himself with her pussy once again.
Each time he and Avery had sex, he found something knew to marvel over. Something to become enamoured by.
The way her body moved in response to his touch, the sounds of her pleasure echoing in the room, the look of pure ecstasy on her face as he claimed her as his own. And as he pushed himself inside her once more, feeling the tightness and warmth of her welcoming him back in, he knew that this connection they shared was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
Letting out a primal growl as Avery rocked her ass back against him, meeting him at the arch thrust. Omar tangled his fingers in her hair, tugging it one to create an even deeper arch in her spine as he rearranged her from the inside out.
The room filled with the symphony of their shared passion, the sound of their bodies colliding mixing with the gasps and moans that escaped their lips.
"I want you to get on top and ride me, I want to look into your eyes while I fuck you," Omar whispered hotly into her ear as he halted the movement of his hips.
Avery's heart raced at the command, the thought of being on top and in control sending a rush of excitement through her. With a nod, she shifted her weight, straddling Omar's hips and positioning herself above him.
Their eyes locked in a heated gaze as Avery slowly lowered herself onto him, feeling every inch of him fill her. The sensation was electrifying, the connection between them palpable as she began to move, riding him with a rhythm that matched the beat of her heart.
Omar's hands found their way to her hips, guiding her movements as he watched her with a hunger that made her feel powerful and desired. The feeling of being in control, of taking what she wanted, sent a surge of empowerment through Avery.
As she rode him with a passion that consumed them both, their bodies moved together in a primal dance of desire and fulfillment. The room echoed with the sounds of their shared pleasure, the intensity of their connection reaching new heights with each thrust and grind.
"Baby!" Avery cried out as Omar pressed down on a particular spot of her lower stomach, instantly making everything feel so much more intense as waves of pleasure surged through her body.
Omar's eyes bore into hers with a mix of adoration and desire, his hands moving to her breasts, kneading them gently as she continued to ride him with abandon. The feeling of his touch combined with the rhythm of their bodies moving together pushed Avery closer to the edge of ecstasy.
"Avery, I think I'm falling in love with you," Omar reveal in the midst of their tryst. It may not have been the perfect moment to reveal the thoughts that had been swirling in his mind, but he couldn't help himself.
Avery's movements faltered for a moment as she processed Omar's words. The intensity of their connection, both physically and emotionally, had taken her by surprise. But as she looked into his eyes, filled with a raw vulnerability she had never seen before, she knew that what they shared was more than just physical desire.
With a shaky breath, Avery leaned down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss, the taste of him mingling with the sounds of their shared pleasure. In that moment, surrounded by the heat of their bodies and the intensity of their connection, she felt a wave of emotion wash over her.
"Omar, I think I'm falling for you too," she whispered against his lips, her heart feeling full and light at the same time. The realization that their physical intimacy had evolved into something deeper and more profound filled her with a sense of joy and excitement.
As they continued to move together, their bodies finding a rhythm that was both primal and tender, Avery knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together.
In that moment, as they reached the peak of pleasure together, Avery knew that she had found not just a lover, but a partner, a confidante, and a soulmate in Omar. And as they collapsed into each other's arms, spent and sated, she knew that their connection was something truly special, a bond that would only grow stronger with time.
Even though Avery's body was exhausted from the intense and passionate lovemaking she and Omar partook in, sleep eluded her. Lying on her side, she gazed at his peaceful features as he slumbered beside her.
"Quit staring," he mumbled, his hand searching for her in the dimly lit room.
"I'm not staring, I just can't sleep," Avery replied softly as he pulled her robe-covered body against his.
"What's on your mind?" Omar inquired, his eyes opening to meet hers as he drew nearer.
"It's you," Avery confessed, her fingers tracing his jawline delicately. "I've never experienced such a deep connection with anyone before. I knew you physically before understanding you mentally. But nonetheless, I feel so at ease when I'm with you."
"I'm glad you do," Omar smirked as he laid flat on his back and pulled her body back on top of his, the heat radiating from her core present on his lower stomach.
"So am I."
"It would be disrespectful of me to expect you to serve me after what we just got done doing, but we definitely need to have dinner at some point," Omar pointed out.
Admittedly they had spent the afternoon on top of one another, it wasn't the most productive thing they could have done, but neither of them cared. Outside the sun had slowly began to set and an evening chill began creeping its way in.
"What did you have in mind?" Avery asked.
"Italian?" Omar suggested.
Avery's eyes lit up at the mention of Italian food, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I love Italian," she replied, her stomach growling at the thought of a delicious meal after their passionate encounter.
Omar chuckled at her enthusiasm, the sound sending a warm feeling spreading through Avery. "Then Italian it is. I know a great little place not too far from here," he said, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back.
As they lazily got up from the bed, Avery couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. Their connection had deepened in ways she never expected, and she was excited to see where this newfound bond would take them.
Hand in hand, they made their way to the restaurant, the night sky twinkling above them as they walked side by side. The evening air was crisp and cool, a perfect contrast to the warmth that still lingered between them.
Over plates of pasta and glasses of red wine, Avery and Omar talked and laughed, their conversation flowing easily as they got to know each other on a deeper level. The wholesome moment they shared a complete contrast to their previous activities.
"I have a proposition for you," Omar smiled softly.
"And I might have an answer for you," Avery said, a mischievous smirk tugging at her lips.
"The lifestyle brand that I signed with whilst we were in London is paying me to spend the weekend at Coachella next weekend, I was wondering if you Chaney and Cass wanted to come along?"
Avery's eyes widened in surprise at Omar's proposition. The idea of spending a weekend at Coachella, one of the biggest music festivals in the world, with Omar and her best friend and little sister sounded like a dream come true.
"That sounds amazing! I'm sure Chaney and Cass would love to come too," Avery exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over. The thought of experiencing such a vibrant and lively event with the people she cared about made her heart soar.
Omar's smile widened at her enthusiastic response, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's a date then. We'll have the time of our lives," he said, his voice filled with anticipation. "And tell Cass, Tyler is more than welcome to come with us."
As they finished their meal and made their way back to Avery's place, she couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and anticipation for the adventures that awaited them. The connection she shared with Omar had blossomed into something beautiful and exciting, and she couldn't wait to see where their journey would take them next.
With a heart full of happiness and a mind buzzing with possibilities, Avery fell asleep that night with a smile on her face, looking forward to the adventures that awaited her at Coachella with Omar by her side.
"You know," Avery started as she pushed her key into the lock on her front door. "I think you're trying to set a standard with me that no one else will be able to meet."
"Is it working?" Omar smirked as he placed his hands on her hips, allowing her to lead him into her house.
Avery turned to face him, a playful glint in her eyes. "I guess we'll have to wait and see," she replied, her voice laced with humor and affection. As they stepped inside, the warmth of her home enveloped them, creating a cocoon of comfort and intimacy.
Omar pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "I'm just setting the bar high because you deserve nothing but the best," he whispered, his words filled with sincerity.
Avery leaned into his embrace, feeling a sense of peace and contentment settle over her. In that moment, with Omar by her side, she knew that she had found someone who cherished and valued her in a way she had never experienced before.
As they stood in the quiet embrace of her living room, surrounded by the echoes of their shared laughter and the promise of new adventures on the horizon, Avery felt a sense of gratitude wash over her. With Omar, she had found not just a lover, but a true partner—a man who saw her for who she truly was, and loved her all the more for it.
And as they settled in for the night, wrapped in each other's arms, Avery knew that she was exactly where she belonged—safe, loved, and cherished by the man who had captured not just her body, but her heart as well.
Across the city, Marcus pushed open the door of his closet pulling out a stepping stool so he could place the cameras he'd just removed from Avery's house on the very top shelf.
He knew that Brooke wasn't going to say anything to Avery out of the fear of incriminating herself, but he still wasn't going to leave anything up to chance.
He knew if he wanted Avery back, he had to be smarter about it.