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)
“Good.”
I hiss when she tugs on my hair, my cock aching from being so hard for so long. I circle the girth, grunting, the pressure around the base easing the painful throb a little. But not much. A bead of sweat trickles down my temple. I breathe out, searching for restraint before I give in to what she wants, what she’s been trying to get out of me for weeks.
To fuck her hard and fast, without apology.
Can’t.
Releasing her mouth, I pull back, smiling on the inside at her mumble of displeasure. “My girl wants it hard.” But I can bring her round to slow and intense. Always do. It’s never any less overwhelming when we take our time. Love each other. Watch each other.
I ease her down, feeling her resistance.
“Jesse,” she gasps, shaking in my hold, fighting me.
Condom.
Really?
“Ava,” I breathe harshly, pleading. “I’m taking you now, and you’re not going to stop me with trivial fucking requests.” I tug a little harder, and the moment I have her mouth, I feel her soften, and the moment the tip of my weeping dick brushes her pussy, I feel her complete surrender. The friction could kill me, skin on skin for the first time in weeks, no condom, and no fierce refusal from Ava. My mind bends, the pleasure and sensations too intense for me to consider why now she’s allowing this. Because we’re married? Because she’s accepted the situation? I don’t know.
Her legs wrapped around my hips, she forces her boobs to my chest, moaning constantly, appreciating what we’ve both been missing for so long.
“Oh Jesus, fucking perfect,” I mumble, overcome, trying to focus on kissing her and absorbing her. I close my eyes and soak up the pleasure, feel her mouth on my neck, her nails in my arms, her sweat on my tongue as I lick the small void on her collarbone.
“Move.” Her hoarse whisper heats my flesh where her mouth rests. “Please move.”
“In time, baby.” I need to take a moment and reel myself in. “Just let me feel you for a moment.” I help her hands to my neck, my breathing becoming more labored, and I’ve not even attempted movement yet. I skim the curves of her hips, brush the back of my hand over each nipple, then stroke down and circle her waist, holding her, making sure she doesn’t move before I’m ready. Jesus, I’m struggling on every level, trying to control the deep throb in my dick, trying to control my breathing, trying to control my urge to let loose and sate us. I blow out my cheeks, grit my teeth, and slowly lift her, making sure I have a firm hold to control our moves. She follows my lead, calmly breaking away from her hiding place in my shoulder and gently feeling my chest.
“Don’t try to tell me it doesn’t feel right,” I mumble drowsily, feeling drugged but high. “Don’t try to tell me this isn’t how we’re supposed to be.” Nothing between us, whether that be a someone or something. I grind her onto me slowly, watching her sustaining the unthinkable pleasure. “Not ever.”
“Don’t come inside me,” she croaks.
“Don’t tell me what to do with your body, Ava.” I moan the words, my eyes on her parted lips, wet and inviting. “Kiss me,” I demand, now growling, my body taking over.
My head is forced back by the hardness of her kiss. She can’t get close enough, her torso pressed hard into my chest. Losing her mind. So I must keep mine.
I manipulate all the moves, lifting her, lowering her, grinding up into her.
“You feel so good,” she says, breathless. “Jesse, fuck me.”
“Mouth.” No. “Just like this.” I knew it was coming. No. “We stay just like this.” I’m clenching my teeth again, resisting her demand. I’m outnumbered. Everything is demanding I release my restraint—my cock, my body, Ava. But my head is telling me no. Careful.
“Why are you being so gentle with me?” she asks, sinking her face into my neck, trying to break me down, kissing me, biting, licking my flesh. She’s succeeding. I have to take a moment and a few more breaths.
“Sleepy sex,” I whisper.
“I don’t want sleepy sex.” Her teeth sink into my neck. “Fuck me, Jesse,” she demands huskily, circling her tongue, catching me by surprise and lifting, slamming down quickly before I can stop her.
“Mouth, Ava,” I breathe, sounding drunk, my cock lunging inside her. “Jesus.” I’m losing it. My control is slipping. The tingles are getting too intense. The pressure too much.
I feel her lift again, and I’m powerless to stop her, my dick absorbing the incredible feeling of her walls stroking it. “Yes,” she yells, dropping back down.
My vision becomes blurred. “Ava,” I bark, clamping down on her hips. “No, damn it.” I can’t fuck her like a madman, slam into her, throw her around, pound her hard, knowing of her delicate condition. I’m not making any sense. She’s always delicate. But while she’s keeping our baby safe inside her, I can’t. It feels so . . . wrong.