Total pages in book: 235
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
She strokes me, and my torso folds. “Are you going to walk away from me?” she whispers huskily.
“Ava, there’s not a fucking chance on this planet I’m taking you.”
“Sit down,” she orders, her eyes resting on the edge of the tub. Oh? Is this her version of the Compromise Fuck? I’m all onboard, but . . .
The tip of her tongue licks my dripping cock. Oh my God. “Ava,” I grate, my hips shaking from trying to keep them from thrusting into her mouth. “If you leave me hanging to throw up, I’ll lose my fucking mind.”
“I won’t.” She takes me slow and deep, looking up at me with round, excited eyes, encouraging me to sit on the edge of the tub, putting herself between my open thighs. She won’t? I’m not so sure about that. I think it could send me to loony-land if she does.
She moves forward to take me, but I stop her, holding the tops of her arms and she peeks up at me in confusion. “If I’m sitting on this side, you’re sitting on the other.” I kiss her hard, catching her by surprise. I’m keeping the power, baby. “With your legs wide open.”
Her inhale is endearing. Did she really think I’d sacrifice control? I lift her back to her feet and watch as she puts herself opposite me, my appreciative gaze taking in every inch of her perfect body as mine tingles, until I arrive at her eyes.
“Lick your fingers, Ava.”
She obeys.
Slowly.
It’s sexy as fuck. “Slide your hand down your front. Slowly.”
Her mouth open, her eyes drowsy, she deliberately and leisurely slips her hand across her boobs and onto her stomach. “Slow enough for you?”
“Did I say talk?”
Her scowl is light, matching her intake of breath, as her touch moves farther down.
“Stop.” I swallow, my eyes moving to between her thighs. “One finger, baby. Slowly slide one finger in.” I watch closely as she follows my orders, her body responding beautifully. “Remember, that’s mine.” I look up. “So be gentle with it.”
She exhales, visibly trying to keep control, her eyes closing.
“Eyes, Ava,” I order, making them spring open. “Good girl.” I circle myself. Inhale. “Taste.”
She makes a meal of slipping her fingers into her mouth, moaning, sucking as I watch.
“Good?” I ask, starting to stroke myself as she laps at her fingers. “I’ll take that as a yes.” My dick buzzes, begging for more friction. “Fucking hell.” She looks out of this world, her touch moving back to her pussy, massaging, her back bowing, her pleasure tangible. She’s getting close, her focus on her own pleasure, her eyes heavy, her body stiffening to deal with the building orgasm.
“Damn it, Ava, look at me.” I jerk, grit my teeth, squeeze myself to hold back shooting my load. “You’re close, baby.”
“Yes,” she yelps, her hand working faster over her pussy.
“Oh Jesus, not yet. Control it.”
“I can’t.” Her head drops back, her legs splashing in the water. “Oh God.”
My thrusting fist picks up speed when I comprehend she’s past the point of return. “Ava, fuck, control it.”
“Jesse.”
“Ava, you look fucking amazing.” I move off the edge of the tub and drop into the water, and she sees my intent, moving her hand and spreading her legs wider, making space for my mouth. The moment my tongue slips into her wet heat, her hands find my hair and yank brutally while I suck her orgasm out of her, holding mine back, absorbing her shaking thighs either side of my head. She gasps, goes limp, shudders, and I pull her into the water. Kneeling opposite each other, I rest my cock in her heat. “My turn. Hold it against you,” I order, letting her take over, moving my hands to her face and kissing her as she strokes me calmly. “Just keep it like that,” I mumble around her lips. Oh God. “I could stay like this forever.”
“I love you,” she gasps, her words as urgent as her thrusting hand.
It’s my undoing, and I come hard, kissing her through my release, the pressure releasing, my body unraveling.
“My work here is done,” she whispers, breathless.
Her work will never be done, and neither will mine. Especially now. “You’re a savage, lady.” I lower my arse to my heels and pull her onto my lap, feeling her skin cooling. “The water’s getting cold.”
“A little,” she says, unbothered.
“Let me clean you down.” She fights my attempts to move her, sealing our fronts, clinging tighter. Sealed. Connected. Always. “I’ll be quick. I don’t want you catching a cold.”
She finally relents, letting me take over, and I wash her down quickly, avoiding certain parts of the water. I grimace, laughing on the inside. I’m looking forward to cuddling up for the night, a weight lifted from my shoulders. “My lady’s tired.” It’s been a long, draining day. “Snuggle?”