Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
"Mine," I growl. I know that I'm going to do whatever I can to make her forget anyone else. My fingers splay on the outside of her core and my thumb teases her nub. The second I set my tongue on her clit, she arches her back so sexily, crying out my name.
I take off my shirt, and she helps me shove down my jeans. My cock juts out rock hard, and her hand goes straight to my length. Fuck, I choke out, pushing her hand gently away and lining up the tip with her slit. The head pushes through, her warmth hugs me, and I lose all control, slamming into her. With one hand gripping the sofa to hold my weight off her tiny frame. I use the other hand to grip her hair. "Ava, Ava."
"Oh my God. I'm going to come again." Her thighs cling to my hips as she clenches around my shaft.
“Come for me, Ava. I want to feel your pussy come on me before I come deep inside you.”
“Tobias,” she cries out as we both come hard.
We fall onto the floor, flushed and spent. I can't believe we had sex without protection and yet, I want to be inside her again, filling her with every last drop of cum until she starts showing with my kid. "Way to end the year off," she sighs, resting on me. I stroke her hair, needing to be touching her in any way possible.
"Talk about going out with a bang," I add, wagging my brows as she looks up at me with her chin on my chest.
"That's what I'm talking about." She kisses my breast right above my heart and my dick jerks, coming to life against my stomach.
"I'd like to ring in the new year as well." I want to wake up inside of her, come home and worship her. I need to be with her for the rest of our days. "Make you forget about anyone else."
"Tobias, there's something I need to tell you." Please don't say this is a mistake.
"What? You can tell me everything." Anything but a mistake.
"The truth is...I wasn't running from an abusive boyfriend. I was running away from my father." That son of a bitch. How could a parent abuse their child like that? Negative, violent thoughts swirl inside my head. I want to leave him black and blue and to be too afraid to tell anyone.
My hands flex, and then it reminds me of what she said the other day. "So the man you used to love..."
"I don't know who this man is, but he's not the man I remember. He's changed over the years, marrying that shrew and trying to turn me into a prize commodity."
"What happened?"
"I overheard his supposed marriage request from a friend of his, for me."
"I didn't want it, but he insisted. I told him that he was the worst father in the world and then he showed me."
"I don't know why you didn't tell me, but I won't let him come near you."
"You had a great family that loved you so much. I still had my father, and I was just a burden with a possible benefit in the end. See, my mother left me everything in her will. Every asset passed to me once she died, but I wouldn't see it until I reached twenty-two. In three months, I'll be twenty-two and my father can't threaten me anymore."
"Why didn't you go to the cops?"
"Because he owned the cops in our town, some in the state and even some in Illinois as well. Corruption from the top to the bottom. I had no one to trust until Marisa begged me to report the crime."
"Well, you don't have to do anything. I'll keep him away from you. He's not getting on this property. Do you understand? I'm going to call in a favor and have your father watched, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have people dispatched looking for you."
"Since I'm an adult, it's legal for me to leave without telling a soul where I'm going."
"That's true, but since he's willing to beat you, I can't imagine him not attempting to use nefarious and illegal means to find you."
"Thank you for understanding." I can't believe it.
"You don't have to thank me. It's my pleasure to take care of you. This isn't something I do. I'm not a player or a playboy. I didn't fuck around as a professional. I didn't say I was a choir boy either, but, well, what I'm trying to say is this isn't just sex for me."
"It's the same. This isn't something I do every day. From the moment you startled me, I felt a need to be in your arms. I don't know what it is or what it means, but we have three months to figure it out." I ignore that last bit because I already know what it is. She's mine, and I'm going to do all I can to convince her to stay. The sex is definitely one hell of a selling point, but I'm going to make her feel so damn special, she'll never want anyone else to love her the way I do. Because I'm sure that I'm already in love. Every little detail, every nuance I learn about her, only makes me hungry for more.