Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 198235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 991(@200wpm)___ 793(@250wpm)___ 661(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 198235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 991(@200wpm)___ 793(@250wpm)___ 661(@300wpm)
I crawl back up his body and grab his cheeks in my palms. ‘You want me to take you in my mouth.’ I press my lips to his… hard.
‘Do it.’
‘Who has the power, Jesse?’ I bite his lip, and he moans.
‘You do, baby. Mouth.’
I smile against him and drift straight back down, pulling his cock free and licking a teasing, wet lash straight up his shaft.
‘Oh fuck,’ he groans, ‘Oh Jesus, Ava. Your mouth is amazing.’
‘Good?’ I ask, taking him halfway, before drawing back again.
‘Too good. I knew I married you for a reason.’
I bite into his flesh lightly, warningly. ‘All the way?’
‘Do it,’
I wrap my lips around him and glide all the way down, until he hits the back of my throat. He groans loudly, his groin pushing up. I try to relax my mouth, try to accept the invasion, but my gag reflex fails me and I’m suddenly retching.
What the hell?
I drop him fast and leap up from the bed, my stomach convulsing, a sweat breaking out across my brow. I’m going to throw up. I fly into the bathroom and collapse in front of the toilet, then proceed to evacuate the contents of my stomach, trying to hold my hair out of my face while aiming right.
‘Ava!’ he bellows. The sound of the cuffs start clanging loudly. ‘Ava!’
‘I’m…’ I throw up again, choking as I try to talk, try to assure him that I’m fine. Shit, I need to release him.
‘Jesus, Ava!’ The persistent clattering of metal on wood rings out through the suite, accompanied by Jesse’s panicked yells. ‘Fucking hell, AVA!’
I can’t talk. My throat is blocked, my eyes are watering and my stomach is aching from turning so much. What the hell is wrong with me? I’d hardly started. I’ve taken him endlessly like that and it’s never had this effect. Shit, I feel queasy. I grab some toilet tissue and dab at my forehead. I really need to get a grip and get my arse back in there to release him before he has heart failure.
‘Ava!’ There’s an almighty crash, and then he steams into the bathroom, shirt open, trousers undone, and a look of pure dread on his face.
I try to wave an arm at him, anything to reassure him that I’m okay, but I’m quickly grasping the side of the toilet again, bracing my arms as I continue to gag and choke.
‘Jesus, baby.’ He sounds so worried, the neurotic fool. I’m only being sick. I feel him close in behind me and gather my tresses, holding them and rubbing my back.
‘I’m fine.’ I wipe my face and rub my palms over my cheeks when I know I can’t possibly throw up anymore.
‘Clearly.’ he mutters dryly. ‘Let me look at you.’
I shuffle around on a sigh. ‘Still want to fuck me?’ I ask in attempt to soothe his obvious worry.
He rolls his eyes, ‘Ava, please.’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘Lady, you’ll kill me off, I swear.’ He pushes my hair from my face. ‘You okay?’
‘No, I feel sick.’ I collapse forward, my cheek colliding with his bare chest where his shirt is open.
‘Why do you think that is?’ he asks quietly.
I stiffen. I’m really not ready to deal with it yet. I’m not ready to rip him to shreds for hiding my pills. I haven’t got the energy right now, so I keep my mouth shut, but I need to take my head out of the sand and face reality—the reality that I’m most certainly pregnant. ‘Take me to bed, please.’
I hear him exhale deeply. It’s an obvious demonstration of frustration. I won’t be allowed to live in denial for much longer, but his need to care for me at the moment is getting me off the hook. He stands and pulls me up. ‘You are the most frustrating woman on the fucking planet. You want to brush your teeth?’
‘Please.’
He smiles down at me and brushes his knuckles across my cheek. ‘Everything will be fine.’
Will it? Fine for him. He gets what he wants, although why he wants it is a fucking mystery. ‘Okay.’ I agree feebly, catching a glimpse of a hanging handcuff from his wrist… and a huge red blister. ‘Jesse! What have you done?’ I grab his hand and turn it over, discovering the inner side on his wrist displaying a mass of angry red welts. I suck in a shocked breath. Shit, that looks sore.
He pulls his wrist from my grip and removes the cuffs, throwing them to the floor. ‘You keep my heart beating, baby, but you can also make it fucking stop.’ He shakes his head and lifts me onto the counter. ‘You said you couldn’t live without me, didn’t you?’
‘Yes,’
He narrows accusing eyes on me. ‘Then stop trying to kill me off.’
I feel a grin surfacing. ‘You’re such a drama queen.’