Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Without hesitation she does, and I groan at the sight of her sex soaked with need, glistening and calling to me. I bend down, nudging her thighs until they're over my shoulders and her pretty pink slit is in my face. I run my tongue over her lips, tasting my woman and becoming instantly addicted to her warm tangy flavor.
"Mine," I growl. I know that I'm going to do whatever I can to make her forget anyone else. My fingers splay on the outside of her core and my thumb teases her nub. The second I set my tongue on her clit, she arches her back so sexily, crying out my name. She moans and thrusts her hands into my hair, tugging me upward.
“I need you inside of me, now. Please, Tobias. Take me.”
“God, baby. I’m going to come with you talking like that.” I feel like a fucking teenage boy right now.
Crossing my arms, I grab the hem of my white tee, and take off my shirt. Ava helps me shove down my jeans. My cock juts out rock hard, and her hand goes straight to my length, giving it a good squeeze before stroking me up and down. She leans forward, but I know I can’t have her mouth on me yet or I’ll nut and this will be over before we start.
“Fuck,” I choke out, pushing her hand gently away and lining up the tip with her slit. The head pushes through, her warmth hugs me, and I lose all control, slamming into her. With one hand gripping the sofa to hold my weight off her tiny frame. I use the other hand to grip her hair. "Ava, Ava."
"Oh my God. I'm going to come again."
“Come for me, Ava. I want to feel your pussy come on me before I come deep inside you.” Her thighs cling to my hips as her walls clench around my shaft, tightening and dragging my own orgasm to the edge.
“Tobias,” she cries out as we both come hard. I shoot my load deep into the heart of her womb. I’ve never felt so damn good. I don’t want to move, but I’m going to crush her like this.
We fall onto the floor, flushed and spent. I can't believe we had sex without protection and yet, I want to be inside her again, filling her with every last drop of cum until she starts showing with my kid. "Way to end the year off," she sighs, resting on me. I stroke her hair, needing to be touching her in any way possible.
"Talk about going out with a bang," I add, wagging my brows as she looks up at me with her chin on my chest.
"That's what I'm talking about." She kisses my breast right above my heart and my dick jerks, coming to life against my stomach.
"I'd like to ring in the new year that way as well." I want to wake up inside of her, come home and worship her. I need to be with her for the rest of our days. "Make you forget about anyone else."
"Tobias, there's something I need to tell you." Please don't say this is a mistake.
"What? You can tell me everything." Anything but a mistake.
"The truth is...I wasn't running from an abusive boyfriend. I was running away from my father." That son of a bitch. How could a parent abuse their child like that? Negative, violent thoughts swirl inside my head. I want to leave him black and blue and to be too afraid to tell anyone.
My hands flex, and then it reminds me of what she said the other day. "So the man you used to love..."
"I don't know who this man is, but he's not the man I remember. He's changed over the years, marrying that shrew and trying to turn me into a prize commodity."
"What happened?"
"I overheard his supposed marriage request from a friend of his, for me."
"I didn't want it, but he insisted. I told him that he was the worst father in the world and then he showed me."
"I don't know why you didn't tell me, but I won't let him come near you."
"You had a great family that loved you so much. I still had my father, and I was just a burden with a possible benefit in the end. See, my mother left me everything in her will. Every asset passed to me once she died, but I wouldn't see it until I reached twenty-two. In three months, I'll be twenty-two and my father can't threaten me anymore."
"Why didn't you go to the cops?"
"Because he owned the cops in our town, some in the state and even some in Illinois as well. Corruption from the top to the bottom. I had no one to trust until Marisa begged me to report the crime."