Total pages in book: 204
Estimated words: 193115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 966(@200wpm)___ 772(@250wpm)___ 644(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 966(@200wpm)___ 772(@250wpm)___ 644(@300wpm)
I gaze down her body. Look into her eyes. My mind yells. But my heart screams.
I can see her intention to speak, to push for more. I hate myself for it, but I can’t give it to her, and I question in this moment whether I ever will.
Distract her.
My mouth falls to her breast, feasting on her, instantly driving her wild.
“Feel good?” I ask, knowing the answer, feeling anger festering. I’m a true, total fuck-up.
“Yes!”
“You want more of my mouth?” I goad, wanting her need confirmed, demanding to hear it again.
“Jesus, Jesse!”
There it is. All for me. I divide the attention of my tongue between her boobs, allowing her increasing impatience and breathy gasps to ease me back down to stable. Will I ever be stable? I hiss when she sinks her nails into my scalp, willing on the punishment until I’ve no more mess to lick up.
“All clean.” I stand, wiping my mouth. “But she wants more of my mouth.” This isn’t about what she wants, despite her wanting it. This is all about me. Easing my insecurities. Easing my pain. Easing my conscience. I place a hand on each of her thighs and spread her legs, dragging in air at the mere vision of her. “Fuck, Ava. You’re weeping.” I cast my eyes to hers as I lower my head, her smell potent, her heat sizzling. Every muscle she has locks tightly, preparing for me.
Am I prepared?
Never.
I plunge my tongue deep into her, flattening it and dragging it firmly up her center.
“Oh . . . God!” She bucks, and I drive two fingers inside, pinning her down with my forearm.
“You want me to stop?” I ask, licking her, kissing her, pumping hard with my fingers. I smile wickedly, maintaining my cruel combination of tongue thrashes and drives, savoring the sight of her falling apart. She’s coming. I can taste it. Feel it. Smell it.
Her clit pounds against my tongue and her body bends violently, her head tossing from side to side as she explodes on a yell, vibrating manically. Then she flops back down to the counter, gasping for breath, wet through. I should give her time to recover. Should. I can’t. She’s dripping, and my cock wants part of that. “You’re amazing. I need to be inside you.” I haul her hips up and hammer forward as I yank her down. “My turn.” There’s no space for consideration. No room for accommodation.
My hips piston, and I bang into her, out of control. It doesn’t take her long to find my sway. Her arms are flung back, she yells, and she accepts my power. I’m tight everywhere, my arms, my grip, my jaw. The friction is sublime, her face a picture. “Does that feel good, Ava?”
“God, yes.”
“You won’t run away from me again, will you?” I grunt through my pounds.
“No!”
It’s exactly what I needed to hear. Yet it doesn’t slow my thundering hips, doesn’t make me take my time. I drag her up and swing her around, slamming her into the wall, my urgency, my conscience, getting the better of me. But can I stop? Never.
Her yells are persistent and loud, like fuel to my engine. I don’t know how she’s sustaining this. I’m close to collapsing myself. My cock is becoming tender, my balls ache, my muscles scream.
I’m close. I look at the ceiling, my jaw set to snap, then her teeth sink into my shoulder. Fuck! My head collides with the wall, and she screams a scream I’m sure could reach The Manor.
I still, feel her pussy squeeze me, and I’m a goner.
I slam forward, my dick lunges, explodes, and I groan my way through my orgasm, feeling lightheaded and absolutely wrecked. “Jesus,” I choke, having to stop moving, the sensitivity too much, my whole frame shaking manically. I’m dazed. Confused. Out of breath. And out of my fucking mind in love.
She hugs me, gasping against my shoulder, both of us drenched, sticky, and useless. It takes me a few moments to find the required energy to get her back on the counter, and as soon as she’s on her back again, I collapse onto her. Spent. That was fucking brutal.
I dot kisses across her hot cheeks as she lies still and quiet, her eyes closed. What is she thinking? Is she wondering how she ever existed without this? Without me?
Her eyelids flicker, and she gazes sleepily up at me.
“You and me,” I say quietly, scanning her eyes, seeing life in their depths.
She doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t need to.
When she hides herself in my neck, I know what she’s telling me, but I may have to accept that she will never speak the words. I can do that, because Ava and I will always do our talking this way.
I don’t want to move her. Don’t want to separate our bodies. “We need a shower,” I say reluctantly, dragging both of us up, every one of her limbs remaining curled around me tightly.