Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Ava wriggled beneath him, thrusting her pelvis up against him and screaming his name. The sounds she made echoed around the room, and he couldn’t get enough of them. He wanted her to always be moaning in pleasure.
Delving his tongue into her cunt, he thrust inside her a couple of times, then went back to her clit and focused on her nub. After her first orgasm, she was a lot more sensitive, and he made her ride that wave. It took longer to get her over the peak, which he did.
She arched up against him, and this time, before she had the chance to come down from her release, he moved between her spread thighs, and inch by inch, he began to sink inside her, going deeper with each thrust. Pat took hold of her hands, placed them on either side of her head, and thrust the final inches of his dick inside her.
He watched her gasp. He was not a small man in any way. She had taken all of his dick.
There was no more virginity between them. He searched her eyes for any sign of pain, and the moment he saw there wasn’t any, he felt relief. He didn’t want to cause her any pain.
Pat was not in a rush to just get it over with. With her cunt pulsing around his dick, he had no choice but to count to ten in the hope of keeping himself sane. It would be so easy to throw caution to the wind and just fuck her hard and fast. He wanted Ava to love every second of being with him.
There was nothing she had to compare it to. Pat never realized how heady that feeling was—to know that his dick was the only one that had been inside Ava. He shouldn’t care. He’d not been a virgin and certainly had never lived like a monk. In the past, he had enjoyed women. It was only recently that had all changed. He’d changed.
There was a time, he knew deep in his soul, he wouldn’t have been good for Ava. He still knew, on a certain level, Ava was better than him. But he also knew how precious she was, and how fucking lucky he was, and he was the only one who had the skills and ability to take care of her.
Leaning down, he took possession of her lips, then slowly started to rock within her.
Pulling his dick out of her pussy, and then, inch by glorious inch, he eased inside her. Going deeper. Kissing her lips, exploring her mouth, he took his time, feeling every inch, loving the sensation of her cunt rippling around his dick, as the aftershocks of her own release rushed through her body.
Ava moaned, and he swallowed it down. She met him, thrust for thrust, as he began to speed up, driving in harder and deeper, not wanting to let go, and then he knew they were at the point of no return. He needed to come. It went from need to desperation. Holding her in place, he fucked her harder, driving in deeper, and then he came, hard, filling her.
He hadn’t worn a condom, and he knew he probably should have done so. His orgasm seemed to go on and on, and as it did, he held her, knowing there was a chance he had made her pregnant.
****
The following morning, Ava did not move a muscle. Before Pat had fallen asleep last night, he had given her a demand—not to leave the damn apartment, no sneaking off—and she was hoping Bernice didn’t need to use the bathroom. She had not moved to use the bathroom herself.
Instead, she laid in bed, stared at Pat, and couldn’t help but smile at just how peaceful he looked. She knew, because he had told her, that he didn’t sleep well. The two nights they had slept together, he seemed to be so peaceful.
“Are you always up this early?” Pat asked.
She couldn’t help but smile. “You’re awake.”
“Your staring woke me.”
This made her laugh. “You’re so funny.”
He opened his eyes, and she couldn’t resist leaning over and giving him a kiss.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Are you an early riser?”
“Yeah, I have been since I was a kid.” She leaned back and rested her head on her hand. “Is that going to be a problem? Is that a deal-breaker?”
“No, not even close.”
“What would be a deal-breaker?” she asked.
Pat chuckled. “If you snored.”
She gasped. “That is so rude.” She loved to hear his chuckle, though.
“What do you have to do today?” he asked.
“Not much, to be honest. I’ve got to take Bernice out, make us some breakfast, and then I usually go to the shop, help Mom and Violet. You know, the usual. I don’t have to do it.”
“Until I say otherwise, I’d like you to be around people,” Pat said.