Total pages in book: 204
Estimated words: 193115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 966(@200wpm)___ 772(@250wpm)___ 644(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 966(@200wpm)___ 772(@250wpm)___ 644(@300wpm)
What?
“Go?” I yell without thought, and she jumps, but she still carries on dressing.
“I’ve got one set of car keys and Kate needs them.”
Tough fucking shit. I need her here more than her friend needs her keys. She’s staying. End of. Are you hearing yourself, Ward? I stalk over and seize her, throwing her over my shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she yells. I ignore her, focusing on getting her into my bedroom. “Shit!” she curses, only serving to piss me off more. I’ll be asking Cathy to pick up some soap when she’s next at the supermarket so I can wash Ava’s mouth out. “Jesse, put me down!”
Not a fucking chance. I grab the leg of the jeans she managed to get halfway on, pulling them off and tossing them aside. And for good measure, I give her arse a stinger of a slap.
“Ouch!”
“Mouth,” I yell, pushing the door open with a bit too much force. I see the bed, maneuver her on my shoulder, and toss her onto the sheets, diving on after her and pinning her down. My cock falls straight to where it should be, and I inhale, waiting for her to get her bearings and find me. She better see the annoyance in my eyes. “You’re not fucking going anywhere.” My voice is hoarse, and when I swivel and plunge, I bark out my pleasure, hearing the muffled sounds of her scream.
My heart settles.
I have to take a moment, my head limp, every inch of my skin sizzling with need. How does she do this to me? I lift my gaze to hers, pulling out, relishing the want in her eyes. And I pound back in on a grunt, making her head lash back. Her scream is epic. “Look at me,” I order, and she does, her breathing chaotic. “That’s better. Now, do you need a reminder?”
Her eyebrows jump up in surprise, her expression questioning. But the defiant little temptress still swivels her hips, egging me on. I will not cave under her tactics. This isn’t about what I want or need right now. This is about showing her what she wants and needs, and she doesn’t need to fucking leave. She needs this. Me. “Answer the question, Ava.”
“Please,” she says in a breathy whisper, and I smile my satisfaction, withdrawing and powering forward. And I don’t stop. She caused this urgency. She can soak it up.
“You’re mine, Ava,” I say, unable to stop my thoughts from rolling out of my mouth, my control gone. She closes her eyes, robbing me of the glorious sight of her brown orbs glistening in pleasure. “Open your fucking eyes,” I demand, thundering on, sweat pouring, my heart back to hammering, but for all the right reasons.
I can see the effort it takes her to comply, but just the fact she does speaks volumes. The bedroom is my domain. I hold the power.
She crumbles under my touch, my mouth, my attention. I maintain our locked stares. I wouldn’t be able to look away if I tried. So much is being communicated in this moment. Does she realize that? How much I’m saying as I fuck her into oblivion? This never ends. Not for me.
Her legs come up to my waist, constricting hard, sending me deeper and higher. I hiss, feeling her internal walls tightening. Fuck me, I’m a goner. In every way.
“Jesus, Ava, you okay?”
I’m forced to release her wrists, worried my strength and grip is hurting her. I smash them into the mattress, getting my balance without hampering my pace.
“Don’t stop,” she yells, grabbing at my upper arms.
“Fuck.”
Her nails sink into my flesh, my hips buck wildly, and her head is tossed back. No. None of that.
“Damn it, Ava,” I roar. “Look at me.” She needs to see me.
Her eyes drop, and I feel beads of sweat trailing down my cheeks. I’m absolutely insane with adoration for this woman. What she can do to me. How she makes me feel. I want to kiss the living daylights out of her, and as if she’s read my mind, she grabs my hair and yanks me onto her mouth, our tongues battling uncontrollably.
“Jesse, I’m going,” she says against my lips.
“Fuck. Together, okay?” I find the strength I need to get us both there, pounding on, my dick almost sore with the friction. Come on. Come on. “Now!”
I sink in one last time, air gushing from my mouth, and I come so fucking hard, my sight fogs and my hearing distorts. “Jesus Christ,” I blurt, stilling, clenching my eyes closed as I sustain the sensitivity, my body in spasm. I lose all strength, everywhere, my arms failing me, and I collapse, dripping wet, my hips gyrating without instruction, rolling, grinding, relieving me of the pressure. My forehead falls to hers, every piece of me useless. I’m done. Knackered. Good for nothing.