Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
I’m still a boob man to this day, which doesn’t explain why I’ve waited until now to touch and suck these wonderful nipples.
Except with Ava it’s different. I’m not attracted to her tits. I mean, I am, but her tits are just one part of her. I’m attracted to every part of her. Her tight little body. Her beautiful full lips. Her lovely blue eyes and yes, that pink hair. That pink hair that works for her and only her.
I tug on a nipple while I trail my fingers to the other one, twisting it.
Ava arches her back, soft sighs easing from her throat.
“Do you like it? Do you like when I suck on your little titties?”
Her answer is a moan.
And then a breathy, “Yes.”
“I could suck on these all day,” I say. “My God, you’re beautiful.”
I close my lips over her nipple once more and suck it. I suck it and I suck it and I suck it. Then I close my teeth around it and bite it. Tug on it.
“Oh God, yes!” she gasps.
I could easily spend another hour just on these beauties. I drop one from my mouth and move to the other one, replacing my lips on the first one with my thumb and forefinger and giving it a good pull.
She’s undulating her hips, which means she needs more.
So I remove my fingers from her nipple while I continue to suck on the other and trail them over her soft belly down to her wet pussy.
I circle her clit, and then I move lower, thrusting one finger inside her.
She moans beneath my attentions, spurring me on. I find that spongy G-spot and push on it.
She responds with a gasp.
I continue, and with my thumb, I nudge her clit. I stuff another finger inside her and then withdraw them and push them back in.
“Oh, Brendan…”
Damn.
My cock is responding.
How can I be ready again so quickly?
I’m going to make her come.
And then I’m going to make her come again.
All while sucking on this beautiful nipple.
I work her pussy, and I work her clit, my tempo in tandem. Clit, G-spot, a few thrusts of my fingers.
I get a good rhythm going, and—
“Oh my God, Brendan. So good…so good…so—”
Her pussy contracts against my fingers, and wetness flows over me.
“That’s it,” I say against her nipple. “Come. Come for me, Ava.”
I relish the contractions of her pussy around my fingers, and I continue sucking on her nipple, and when the contractions begin to slow, I begin the movements again.
I pull out another climax from her. And then a third.
Then I remove my fingers from her, and even though I’m hard, I resist the urge to thrust inside her again.
I want her to remember those orgasms.
I want to show her that I can be selfless. That I can give as well as take.
She’s lying limp on the bed, her body flushed all over, her lips glistening and parted. I brush my mouth over hers in a chaste kiss.
“You’re amazing,” I whisper against her mouth. “Beautiful and amazing.”
“Brendan…”
My name comes out of her like a sigh.
“Wow.”
I can’t help but smile. I love giving a woman pleasure, but tonight? I think I enjoyed her orgasms more than I enjoyed my own. That’s never happened before.
I gasp when something grips my cock.
It’s her warm hand.
“Please,” she says. “Come back inside me.”
Well, since she said please.
I push her up onto her side, and then I slide into her from behind. She’s so wet and tight and ready. Again I hold myself inside her for a moment, just savoring the completeness that she makes me feel.
And then I slide in and out of her slowly. Because it’s my second time, I can take my time.
Slow and steady wins the race.
Except…
This is Ava Steel, and slow doesn’t seem to work with her.
After the first couple of slow glides, the urge to go faster consumes me.
And I pump—pump into her.
Take her with a vengeance, and after five more thrusts, I’m coming again.
Exploding inside her.
Giving a little piece of my heart to Ava Steel.
Is she ready for that?
Doesn’t matter.
Ready or not, here I come.
I’ve given it to her. And now I have to live with the consequences.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
AVA
Sunday is my one day to sleep in, but still I have to get up. Brendan is sleeping beside me, and it feels totally normal.
I rise, wrap a robe around myself, and head into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.
Does Brendan like coffee? I have no idea. I know so little about this man who I’ve slept with twice now. And I mean literally slept with.
Though that normally might freak me out a little, it doesn’t this time. Not at all. I like waking up next to Brendan Murphy.
After I start the coffee, I walk down to the first floor to check out the bakery.