Total pages in book: 235
Estimated words: 224334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1122(@200wpm)___ 897(@250wpm)___ 748(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 224334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1122(@200wpm)___ 897(@250wpm)___ 748(@300wpm)
“Fine.” She flops down onto my chest, her lace-covered, soft breasts pushing into my hard muscle, and she takes my cheeks in her palms, studying me for a few moments. Then she lowers her lips. I could cry, my cock hardening to exploding point. My tongue leaves my mouth to search her out, but she pulls away. I growl. She should know better than to do this to me. Deny me. Hold me back.
My unease doesn’t improve when she moves from my hips and places her tongue on my aching cock. “Ohhhh, fucking hell.” I can’t deal with this. “Ava!”
Just when I think she may be taking some notice, she drops me and moves, but then holds something up. I nearly choke on my tongue. I recognize it immediately.
“Oh, no.” Should I laugh? Cry? “Ava, I swear to God.” My head falls back in total despair, my mind frantically thinking of ways to stop this. The easiest thing would be to just fucking tell her, but what if she really does stop and think for a moment? I’ll be fifty when she’s just thirty-nine. Fifty! And, again, what about kids? She might not have considered them now, but what if she suddenly does and concludes she wants her children to have a younger, more capable father?
All of that is pointless thinking, bro, because you may have already trapped her into having an old bastard as her kid’s father.
Bollocks.
“You can’t do this to me,” I mumble dejectedly. “Fuck.” Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I hear the low humming of the vibrator, my head rocking stupidly fast from side to side, trying to blank it out.
“Wow!”
I keep my eyes shut. I can’t look.
“This is one powerful machine.”
“Ava.” I pant and puff, forcing each word past my tight throat. “Remove the fucking cuffs.”
The machine stops, and I ease up on the tension that I’ve injected into my jaw through gritting my teeth. Everything hurts. My wrists, my muscles . . . my fucking cock. I slowly peel my eyes open, wondering whether it’s a bad idea. It is. The look in her expressive eyes tells me she’s not giving up. “Are you going to tell me how old you are?”
I have the power, I think to myself, like a fucking twat. “No, I’m not.” She will not win this. Not in the bedroom. Never. Our chemistry, the sex, my body, her want, it’s my only weapon, and I refuse to surrender it. All fucking hell will break loose. I’ll be even crazier, and she needs to trust me when I say she doesn’t want that.
“Why are you being such a stubborn arse?”
I smile. She’s getting frustrated. “Am I not your stubborn god?”
I soon stop grinning like an idiot when I see her start to draw the lace knickers down her legs, revealing the neat strip of hair at the apex of her thighs. My heart rate increases further, my body sweating as she rises to her knees. “Wouldn’t you like to help me out here?”
My jaw rolls. I should shut my eyes, not give her the satisfaction that she’s driving me fucking nuts, but I can’t drag my greedy stare away from the vision before me, oozing fucking power. “Ava, undo these cuffs now so I can fuck you until you’re seeing stars.”
She ignores my demand, killing me further by touching herself and gasping quietly. “Tell me,” she whispers.
“No.” She can piss off. There will be no victory for her today. I’m not setting a rod for my own back. “Remove the cuffs.” Her lips suddenly land on my stomach, working up my body, until she’s at my mouth. I can’t help it. Nothing would stop me from responding to those lips, not even my incensed fury at her bravery and nerve. I kiss her, moaning when she teases me with a gentle glide of her body over my throbbing dick. “Oh, Jesus,” I mumble, my tone pained. “Ava, please.” Beg. Just beg her.
“Tell me.”
I shake my head, but now I think it’s in desolation rather than making a point.
“Fine, have it your way.” She repositions her body between my legs and collects the sparkly machine that I’m going to smash into a million pieces once I’m free . . . after I’ve fucked my angel stupid, just to remind her that . . . well, to show her that age doesn’t matter.
“Put it down.” I sound deadly. I feel it, not that it makes an ounce of difference. My girl is fearless. “Ava, I swear to God.” The vibrating rings in my ears as I watch her take it down to that special place—my place. “Don’t,” I warn. I can’t take it. And I can’t tell her what she wants to know, because if I confess and it really does hit home for her, I can’t stop her if she runs.