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“Stop,” she yelps, jerking.
“No.” I squeeze more, increase the torture.
“Please.” Her hands fight with mine, trying to prize me off.
“Lunch.”
“Absolutely not.” Her laughter increases, her hair flying all over the place, her boobs bouncing. She’s leaving me no other choice.
“Maybe a sense fuck will do it.” I let go before I bruise her, and she deflates, breathing heavily, shaking her head in despair.
“Jesse,” she pants. “I can’t be with you every second of the day.”
Well, that’s not true. I have plenty of money. I want to look after her. Provide. Do all the things a husband—albeit an old-fashioned husband—would want to do. “If you give up work you could be,” I say, testing the water.
Her look of horror tells me I have my head in the clouds. There are many women out there who would be content being kept. Ava, unfortunately, isn’t one of them. But isn’t that a little bit of the reason why I love her? Her passion. Her drive. Her desire to be more than a pretty face. Of course, but I never anticipated being in direct competition for her time.Allthe fucking time. I’m not stupid enough to think she’ll really give up her career. My neediness isn’t a good enough reason. But the lunch thing? That’s plain obstruction on Ava’s part.
“Now who’s being unreason—”
I roll my hips before she can finish, driving deeply into her, exhaling my relief as I do. My God.
“Oh,” she breathes, her whole body loosening, accepting, her hands grappling at my back.
I set the pace, banging in and out of her fast and hard, not leaving any room for her to catch a breath. I take her hands to the floor, holding her down. “Lunch?”
Her eyes widen. Wait, was she expecting me to demand she quit her job? Fuck me, she really does think I’m unreasonable. So lunch should be easy.
But this is Ava.
“No,” she yells.
I power on, growling, feeling her body accept my ruthlessness. “You are so receptive to me.” And it’s beautiful. It’s also a really fucking handy weapon.
“Jesse, please.”
“Baby, let me have lunch with you.”
Her lips seal shut, her head shaking.
“Do I feel good?”
“Yes.” Her hips start grinding into every drive, chasing her release.Oh, baby, you want your cake, huh?
I can feel my dick swelling more and more, blood surging. I’m not going to be able to hold on for long. “Say yes.”
“No!”
Fuck!There’ll be no going back for me soon. “Ava, give me what I want.”
“Jesse!”
“You’re going to come.” She looks divine, her face damp, her cheeks pink.
“Yes!”
“Oh, fuck, baby, you do serious things to me.” I grind, swivel, retreat, and hit home, watching her, feeling her walls pulsing, the muscles starting to buzz. She’s holding her breath. About to come.
I still, swallowing, biting down on my back teeth at the physical pain of stopping pre-explosion. But needs must. She releases her stored air on a gasp. “What are you doing?” she yells, rolling up into me, trying to capture the friction she needs. I don’t let her. “You bastard,” she seethes.
