Total pages in book: 235
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
“Even if I’m knackered from night feeds?”
What? I recoil. See, I knew it. “Too tired for me to take you?” We will never be too tired for each other.
“Yes.”
“We’ll get a nanny.” Twins, for Christ’s sake. A nanny would be reasonable.
“But I’ve got you.”
Fucking hell, I’m getting a bit sweaty. We’re going to have our hands full. “You do,” I say on a sigh, setting down my knife and fork and applying a bit of pressure on my temples, pushing the headache back. “You do have me, and you always will.” We’ll be knackered together. Taking her hand on the table, I squeeze, smiling softly. Is this how it’s going to be for the next seven months? Both of us seesawing between highs and complete meltdowns? “Promise me you’ll never say I’m too tired or I’m not in the mood.”
“You’re the one who tells me I’m too tired.” She laughs, but the outrage is there. “It’s okay for you to knock me back.”
“That’s because I have the power.” And it might be okay, but it’s never easy. “Promise me,” I order, squeezing her hand more.
“You want me to promise you that I’m here for you to take as and when you please?”
Hmm, well, I suppose that’s the long and the short of it. Here’s me praying that desire wins over exhaustion. I mean, it has in the past. There have been times when she’s utterly beat and has insisted she’s capable when she clearly isn’t. The point is, I’m in control. Always will be in that department. “Yes.” Listen to me. Just fucking listen to me.
She’s frowning so hard. “What if I don’t?”
Is she really going to play that game? I chuckle, pulling my T-shirt off and relaxing back, watching in satisfaction as my wife loses all focus, mesmerized by my chest. “You’ll never resist this.”
It’s comical watching her gather herself. “I’m used to it,” she says, going back to her dinner. “It kind of gets the same old after a while.”
How she thrills me. Begs for me. Same old? I get up fast, grab her wrist, and take her quickly but gently down to the floor. She gasps, blinking up at me in surprise, her hair a wild mess around her face. “You’re a shit liar, baby.”
“I know,” she breathes, the words wisps of air loaded with lust.
“Let’s see how used to it you are, shall we?” Shifting her arms, I tuck them down by her sides and hold them there with my knees.
“Jesse,” she says, stiff as a board beneath me. “Please don’t.”
“What? You’re used to it.”
I raise my brows as I lift to my knees, tackling the fly of my jeans under her wide-eyed gaze. Her chest is pumping, her cheeks a beautiful shade of lust.
“Jesse, let me up,” she demands through her teeth, frustrated.
“No, Ava,” I whisper, easing my jeans down a teasing fraction. Her eyes are nailed to my groin.
“Please,” she murmurs.
Forgive me, but I need a little confidence boost. A reminder that we’re not normal. As does Ava. I suck in air as I lower my boxers more, brushing across my raging hard-on.
“Oh God,” she cries, slamming her eyes shut as I pull my dick out on a low, suppressed grunt, that one first stroke sending me dizzy. Her mouth is calling for me, her wet lips parted and inviting. I walk on my knees up her body and hold my breath as I guide the swollen head of my arousal to her mouth. Jesus. I wedge a fist into the floor to prop me up, as I guide my cock from side to side across her open mouth, bracing myself to push inside. Her eyes open. They sparkle, her heavy lids darkening her eyes more, as she stares at my cock.
Then she inhales and her eyes climb my body to my face. The look on her right now could be enough to tip me over the edge, have me coming hard.
“Mouth,” she says, virtually licking her lips for me.
“What do I do to you, Ava?” I slip myself across her bottom lip again, pulling away when she opens her mouth to take me.
Rage mixes with the lust. “You fucking cripple me,” she shouts, bucking beneath me.
As soon as she’s settled again, accepting she’s going nowhere, I start thrusting my fist up and down my shaft. “Watch your fucking mouth.” Fuck, this feels good.
“Please,” she begs. That turns me on too.
“Are you used to me?” I ask.
“No.”
Fuck, I love this game. Love proving she can’t control her want for me. “And you never will be,” I say. “This is our normal, baby. Get used to this.” I give her what she’s begging for, slipping my dick into her waiting, eager mouth, locking down every muscle when she groans around my flesh, sending shots of pleasure racing through me. Her pace increases, her head lifting and retreating, greed and excitement taking over.