This Woman Forever (This Man – The Story from Jesse #3) Read Online Jodi Ellen Malpas

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Contemporary, Drama, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: This Man - The Story from Jesse Series by Jodi Ellen Malpas
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Total pages in book: 235
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
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Ava locks down every muscle around me, holds me tighter, gasps to match mine. We’re so wet. Inside and out. Slippery. Inside and out. “Stop treating me like glass,” she says quietly, the edge of pleading so loud.

“You are glass to me, baby.” I swallow. “Delicate.”

“But I’m not breakable. I wasn’t two weeks ago, and I’m not now.” She moves, and I fight to hold her in place, worried to face her. Ava wins. She’ll always win. “Hard,” she says, calmly. “I need you hard.”

She needs me. But . . . “Sleepy.”

“Why?”

I subtly breathe in. She wants to talk now? When I’m balls deep inside her, ready to detonate, and she wants to talk now? Or does she simply want me to confess? It makes no sense to me. She knows. “Because I don’t want to hurt you.” It’s the truth.

“You won’t,” she grates.

I sigh, dropping my eyes, thinking. It’s impossible to think straight when my body is demanding relief.

She moves too fast for me to stop her, rising and falling onto my lap on a yell laced with frustration. I cough over my shock. “Fuck!” I’m back to fighting my compulsion, fighting my body’s instinct to feed Ava’s want. “Fucking hell, Ava, no.”

“Do it,” she hisses, holding my jaw as she kisses me hard, moving her lips to my cheek. “Own me.”

I shake my head, despite my tongue leaving my mouth and entering hers, returning her kiss. She rises and falls onto me again. “Fuck!”

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” she says, hypnotizing me, breaking me down. “Tell me it feels good.”

“Jesus, Ava. Please,” I beg. “Don’t.”

Bang.

“Hmmm,” she hums, holding my face, kissing me, rubbing her cheek against mine, licking the sweat trailing down my temple. “You taste good.” My mind blanks. My body wins. “I need you,” she whispers, driving down.

I roar at the ceiling, willing my dick to calm down.

It’s a battle I can’t win.

She’s finally broken me.

Just like I broke her all those months ago.

I take her waist, my lip curling, and smash her down onto my lap. She was expecting it. But it doesn’t stop her eyes from widening or her yell of surprise at the deepness. I’m so fucking hard, so fucking pent-up. Her fault. “Like that?” I yell.

“Yes!”

Her scream only adds to the pressure.

How loud do you think you’ll scream⁠—

I stand, flashbacks of Ava standing before me in her little red dress on the launch night of Lusso, looking at me like she wanted me, but acting like she didn’t.

I get her against the wall. “You want it hard, baby?” I growl.

“Fuck me.” Her screamed order bounces off the walls and pistons my hips into action.

“Stop swearing.” I pound into her, choking on every drive, watching her throw her head around, pulling my hair, holding on for dear life. “Better?” I ask. She’s lost the ability to talk, only scream. “You wanted it, Ava. Is that fucking better?”

She blinks, her eyes becoming heavy.

“Answer the fucking question,” I yell.

“Harder!”

“Fuck.” I gulp back some air, banging into her fast, out of my mind with her, all control lost, and focus on reaching the peak of pleasure. No condom. Her cries are constant, her fingernails scratching at my back. I can no longer see straight. I can only hear her muffled cries and my distorted bawls. It’s mad, frenzied, out-of-control fucking, and I can’t stop it. Her walls clench hard around me, trying to slow my moves. She’s coming, her body solid, her eyes rolling with her head. “I’m not done yet, Ava.”

She gasps, climaxing, softening, my sweaty hands gripping her under her thighs, my hips going faster.

Claim the pleasure.

Let it bend me.

Let it put me on my arse.

I blink, chasing my release, looking into Ava’s eyes, feeling her body hardening again. Fuck me, she’s come down and is on her way back up again, her eyes looking panicked, as if she’s not sure she can deal with the intensity so close off the back of her last orgasm. She’s got no choice. She seeks comfort in my mouth, smashing our lips together as hard as I’m pounding into her. My tongue battles with hers. Come on, come on. The sweat pours from my body. Come on, come on. My hands begin to slip on the backs of her legs. Come on!

“Yes,” she yells, giving up my mouth, slamming her head against the wall. “Oh God!”

“Eyes,” I demand when she looks up at the ceiling.

She takes in air and does as she’s bid, looking at me, clawing her hands in my hair harshly. Like she’s mad. She’s mad with me? I stop moving. Take a moment to let the burn cool, take a breath, clear my vision and my hearing.

I see her.

Wet.

Breathless.

Fit for nothing.

I slip out slowly, swallowing, watching her, feeling her stiffen.

Bracing herself.

A small voice at the back of my head is telling me I’ll regret this. It’s not loud enough. I slam into her fast, forcing her into the wall.



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