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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* * *

My beautiful girl.

My defiant temptress.

My lady.

My angel.

My Ava.

* * *

I slip the end of the pen into my mouth, chewing, looking across the rest of the photographs, wondering what else will be added to this wall over the years. If we move, it’s coming. I’ll have it preserved. Whatever it takes. It’s my new favorite thing. Aside from my wife and babies, of course. Today has been a shitter. It’s improved immensely.

It’s not how you start. It’s how you finish.

The pen is suddenly missing from between my teeth, courtesy of Ava, and she attaches herself to my front. “Ava,” I breathe, clenching her bum cheeks in my palms, “today has been the longest fucking day of my life.”

She must take those words as code for rip my clothes off, because my jacket is suddenly halfway down my arms and she’s kissing me like she might not ever get the chance again.

“Easy,” I say, helping her get it off, still managing to hold her in my arms. “What’s the rush?”

“It’s been too long,” she murmurs around my lips. Fuck, it’s been way too long. My dick punches against the fly of my trousers as I pry Ava from my body to set her down, ripping my tie off and dipping to get out of my shoes. “Take your dress off.”

It’s on the floor in a heartbeat—she’s not fucking about—but she doesn’t come at me, instead feeling her tummy, caught in a moment of wonder.

I rest my hand over hers. “Incredible, isn’t it?” I dip and slip my hands under her bum, and her thighs split, scissoring my waist.

“Just like you.” Her eyes are fixed on my mouth, watering.

“And you.”

“Show me how incredible you are,” she whispers huskily, pushing her body into mine. “I’ve forgotten.” Her lips hover teasingly over mine, and I catch them, moaning, dropping my head back, blindly walking us out of my office to the sofa and laying her over the arm so her hips are high, allowing me to stand or kneel between her legs. I drop my trousers, kick them off with my boxers, and watch in satisfaction as her eyes drop to my arousal. I kneel, peeling her knickers off. Oh God. My mouth waters, my eyes flicking up to see her back bowing on the couch, anticipating my first kiss on her flesh. I start on her thigh, then the other, firm, long kisses, working my way up.

She breathes my name, squirms, her legs kick, her arms flail, trying to grip something that isn’t there. She settles on my head, pushing me into her, wanting more friction.

“Have you remembered how incredible I am?” I breathe across her pulsing pussy, as she cries out repeatedly. Here we go. I lick my lips, place my palms on the insides of her thighs and push her legs apart, moving in, flicking my tongue teasingly.

“Shit!”

“Mouth, Ava,” I warn, licking from back to front in one firm lash.

“Oh my God!”

I push my tongue deeply inside her, circle, hum.

“Jesse!”

She’s getting frantic, her movements uncontrolled and chaotic. “Incredible?” I ask, my ears drowned by the sounds of her pleasure. “Tell me how it feels, baby.” I wince when she yanks my hair, then slip my fingers through my mouth and into her pussy, and her body arches, her hands diving into her own hair and pulling. I work her with my fingers and mouth, looking up her body, wondering if there’s a vision better than watching my wife come. I don’t think there is.

But then she props herself up and watches me working her and, suddenly, there’s a better vision. “Tell me,” I press, wiping my mouth on her thigh, pushing a palm onto her stomach to keep her down.

“It feels like you were made to fit me.”

Correct. Standing, I take her under her thighs, smiling when she props herself up with her palms wedged into the couch behind her. She wants to see this. My hand wraps around my girth, the pulse against my palm strong, and I brush the very tip across her sodden flesh, bracing myself to enter her. Her legs hooked around my waist try to bring me closer, her breathing becoming more strained as I tease us both. The parted lips of her pussy give me perfect sight to her swollen clit, the small piece of flesh thrumming, her opening pulsing too.

“Shall we try penetration?” I ask, mesmerized by the vision before me.

“If you like,” she whispers, her words blasé, but her tone full of lust. Of desperation.

“If I like?” I ask, slipping inside a fraction, suppressing my grunt, the muscles of her walls tempting me in farther, squeezing me. “What about if you like?” I raise a brow, fascinated by the pumping of her chest, the shaking of her arms, the sheen of desire coating her face. Ravenous. One more inch. Jesus Christ. I reach for the lace cups of her bra and pull them down, and her boobs pop free, calling for some time. Each one gets a firm tweak, bringing her nipples to solid points, and Ava growls deep in her throat, her lips pressed together to stop her yelling. “My beautiful girl is trying to play it cool.” She’s so stubborn. Scream for me, baby. I get myself into position. “It’s a shame she’s shit at feigning casualness.” I drive in to the hilt, and her head flops back, the moans she’s been restraining leaving her body. “That’s more like it.” I hit her deep and hold still, taking a precious moment to gather myself. “Show a bit of appreciation, Ava.” A bolt of pleasure catches me off guard, and my hips shoot forward of their own volition, hitting her deep and high.


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