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)
“We did.”
“Then why are you sulking?”
“I’m not sulking,” she protests, and I exhale my frustration, giving her a roll of my hips. If I have to, I’ll fuck it out of her. She’s always more agreeable when my dick is inside her.
“Ava,” I breathe tiredly, “you’re the most frustrating woman I’ve ever met.” And I must be the most perverse arsehole. I suck on her neck, and she stills. It’s time to talk and kicking things off with her confessing her love will pave the way. “Are you holding out on me for a reason, lady?”
“No,” she replies huskily, making me smile into her flesh. She has no reason. I, however, do. Which makes this fair game. I slide my hand down her front and start massaging her, studying her in the mirror. Her head rolls back invitingly, and I take full advantage, licking a blazing trail to the bottom of her ear. “You want it again?”
“I need you,” she admits.
“Baby, those words make me so happy.” It’s close, but I want more. “Always?”
“Always.”
My cock reloads as a result of her admission. Fuck knows what’ll happen when she finally confesses her love. I’ll be permanently hard, so let’s see if I really can fuck it out of her. “Fuck, I need to be inside you.” I step back, bend her over, and smash into her like I haven’t just had her, giving her no time to brace herself or prepare.
“Oh, shit, Jesse!”
“Watch . . .” Bang. “. . . your . . .” Bang. “. . . mouth!” Frustration fuels me, my hips like pistons. She’s helpless to my merciless attack. “Look at me,” I bark, slamming forward brutally. Her heavy eyes find me, her body soaking up the power of my hits perfectly.
“You’ll never hold out on me, will you, Ava?”
“No,” she screams.
“Because you’re never leaving me, are you?”
“Where the fuck am I going?” she yells, going red in the face, but it’s not from desire. It’s frustration.
“Mouth!” I roar, flexing my fingers in her hips, feeling them going numb from the power of my grip. “Say it, Ava,” I demand through gritted teeth.
“Oh God!” Her body folds, her orgasm hitting hard, and the sight of her so enraptured catapults me onto cloud nine with her.
“Jesus!” I bark, coming so fucking hard, my legs give and I collapse to the floor, Ava tumbling down with me.
Our labored breathing is loud and chaotic. My pulse booming. My chest heaving. “I’m fu—” She just catches her tongue.
I’m out of breath, unable to speak, so I feel around blindly for her hip and squeeze, making her yelp. “You didn’t say it,” I gasp. Then I’m hugging her. Hugging her as hard as I just climaxed.
“What?” she questions. “That I won’t leave you? I won’t leave you. Happy?”
“Yes, I am, but that’s not what I meant.” My teeth sink into my lip, chewing madly as I wait for her to reply.
“What did you mean?”
Oh, for the love of God. It’s like trying to get blood out of a fucking stone. “Never mind,” I sigh, too tired to battle with her. What the hell will it take? “Want to go again?”
She chokes, and I laugh to myself.
“Absolutely,” she says. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“I’m glad,” I reply. “I feel exactly the same, but my heart has been through enough in the last twenty-four hours, what with your defiance and lack of obedience. I don’t know how much more it can take.”
“It must be your age,” she murmurs sarcastically.
“Hey, lady.” I move fast, getting her face down on the floor, gnawing at her ear. “My age has nothing to do with it.” I squeeze her hip, and she squeaks. “It’s you.”
“No.” She laughs, bucking like a donkey. “Okay, I give in!”
I laugh hysterically on the inside. Wouldn’t that be nice? “I wish you fucking would.” I free her and get up.
“Old man.”
Oh, too far, Ava. I grab her and thrust her against the wall. Old? “I prefer god.” I tackle her mouth with the force of a man who most definitely isn’t old. “I really can’t get enough of you, lady,” I say, splashing her face with kisses. “You’re my ultimate temptress.” And my complete and utter obsession. “Are you hungry?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
She grins at me, and I grin right back. “I’ve fucked you, and now I’m going to feed you.” And then talk to you, I promise. It seems that if I wait for her love confession, I’ll be waiting a long fucking time.
I leave her in the bedroom with instructions to wear lace and meet me in the kitchen, before heading downstairs. I open the fridge. “Well, that didn’t go exactly as I planned,” I say to the peanut butter.
“I can’t find my stuff.”
I look back at the door. She’s in a towel.
“I’ll take naked.” I grab my jar and wander casually on over, my greedy eyes starting at her feet and dragging all the way to her face. “Cathy’s off and the fridge is empty. I’ll order in. What do you fancy?”