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)
“Again,” she moans, thrusting her tits up, every inch of her begging. I love it when she begs. “Again.”
“That depends.”
“On what?” she asks. “You said it doesn’t always need to be hard.” She’s right, I did. But it’s been a while since it’s been a little rough, and now I’m happy with the information I’ve sourced, I can relax a little. Just a little. “Then you do this to me. Have you finally read the part of the book that confirms you won’t hurt the babies?”
I smile. She knows me too well. “Yes.” I withdraw and thrust hard, forcing her to fall to her back on a delighted cry. “It’s a good book.”
“It’s a good book now,” she pants.
“It was always a good book, but it did say you must listen to your body.” I’m in my stride now, driving in and out, the pleasure divine.
“I’m listening,” she gasps, writhing. “And it’s saying harder.”
Oh? “The babies are protected.” The buzz in my cock works its way down to my toes, making them curl. “I read that.” Deep, controlled breaths. “And I can spank you, apparently.” I strike her just perfectly on her backside.
“You’ve already spanked me.”
“But I didn’t think you were pregnant then.” I spank her again, punishment for fooling me into giving it to her hard. “Good?”
“Yes.” She looks at my chest, prompting me to look too, and I see what she sees. Strained muscles. Our bodies connected. My cock slipping in and out. “You look amazing,” she whispers.
“I know,” I say around gritted teeth, grinding my hips, absorbing the pleasure.
“Oh God!”
“I know.” Jesus, I can feel it crawling through my body painfully slowly, getting ready to explode and take me out. “I fucking know.”
“Jesse,” she pants, panic setting in. “I’m going to come.”
“I’m not,” I hiss, engrossed in the vision of us, clinging to the incredible sensations. “Are you listening to your body, Ava?”
“Yes!” she yells, slamming a fist into the couch, her eyes moving from my dick entering her, to my chest, then my strained face on a loop. “And it’s telling me I need to come.”
Oh, smart-arse? How about sore arse? I spank her again, and the sound alone increases the urgency. “Don’t be fucking smart.” I drive deep, circle hard, watching as her flesh throbs before my eyes and her arms and legs become stiff. Oh no. I slip out, give it just a second for her impending explosion to simmer the fuck down, before I slide the entire length of my solid, engorged cock up the center of her pussy. Her back bows, my legs start to shake.
“Fuck, I need to be all over you.” I get her from the couch to the rug in the blink of an eye, and push into her on collective moans, feeling her hands slipping across my wet back.
“Kiss me.”
My mouth is on hers fast, my tongue exploring as I thrust steadily into her, and she’s mad for it, mad for me, her kiss passionate and hungry, her nails in my arse, pushing me on.
Now feels like the perfect time to broach a lingering bone of contention, and given today’s revelations, I’m even more passionate about it.
“I think”—I don’t stop driving into her. Her pleasure is the key here—“you should”—thrust, lick, kiss, whisper. Attack all of her senses—“quit your job.”
“No,” she moans, easy as that.
“But I want to spend every day doing this.” I circle my hips, nuzzle her neck, thrust smoothly. “Give me back your mouth.”
No protests on that. “You’ll have to wait until I get home,” she breathes, rolling her hips into every advance I make.
“Wherever, whenever,” I remind her, nibbling her lip.
“Except when I’m at work,” she groans. “Deeper.”
“Oh, so she can make the demands, then?” But I can’t? I’ll go deeper, baby, if you quit your job.
“I’m not quitting my job.”
“And how do you expect to look after my babies if you’re working?” I ask, exhaling shakily, not losing my pace.
“But you want me at home to do this, not to look after your babies.”
“Now you’re just being awkward.” Breaking our kiss, I dip and suck her nipple into my mouth, and she stiffens as I clamp my teeth down in warning, before kissing my way back up her body. Her face. Fuck, it’s my favorite look on her. Wild, post climax. “Deeper?”
“Please.”
I drive in slowly, firmly, watching her absorb every inch of me on a hum before I kiss her hard. “Do you see?” I ask. “I’m giving you what you want.” Totally beside the point that it’s what I want too. Totally. “You should show your gratitude.” I prop myself up on my arms. “Don’t you think?” I pull out of her, slowly revealing my cock. It’s dripping in her pleasure. Absolutely dripping. “Look at that. Just fucking perfect.” I need to end this. For both of us. “She’s beginning to pant.” I lower my chest to hers, my forearms on the rug to hold me up. I need to see her face. “She’s trembling all over.” I’m lost in her dark eyes, my body absorbing every shudder. “I think she wants to come.” Her hands plunge into my hair and yank as she starts to shake her head, holding her breath, and my drives become less measured, clumsier. “She definitely wants to come.” As do I. “Fuck.” My control slips, and I thrust deep and fast a few times, and Ava yells, violently yanking on my hair and biting me. The pain shoots straight down to my dick. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” All control is lost. I’m mindless on the pleasure. Every muscle screaming, my cock burning, my body dripping, my heart hammering. Gone. I just muster the energy and sense to tell her I’m there, and I feel her go too, her body snapping into a tense board before she starts vibrating, and then she goes soft.