Page 18 of Corrupting Ava


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When I wake, Ava and I are spooning. My morning wood is pressed into the soft crook of her ass, arms wrapped around her, and Jesus, the way she smells is incredible. I breathe deeply, savoring it.

What are you doing? This isn’t right.

I blink, coming to my senses, and pull away from her. I don’tcuddle. That’s playing with fire.

She makes a little sound, clutching my arm, and it melts me. A microscopic amount. I don’t think she’s fully awake, butreluctantly, I allow myself to leave my arm where it is. We can stay a moment longer.

My morning wood isn’t going away. Not like I would fucking expect it to when I have this gorgeous woman in bed with me, not when my cock is basically an inch away from both her holes. A frustrated growl rumbles in my throat.

I told myself I wouldn’t fuck her until our wedding night.

That’s not going to be easy. But there’s value in restraint.

Ava stirs, and the irregularity of her breathing tells me that she’s waking up. She doesn’t say anything, but she keeps her position, shifting slightly so her ass rubs against my shaft.

A throaty groan escapes me, and I hope she didn’t hear it. Or actually, fuck it. She’ll be my wife soon. Let her hear my groans.

She keeps wiggling her ass, and it becomes clear pretty quickly that it isn’t an accident. She’senjoyingturning me on. She’s turning herself on. I start to explore her body with my hands, cupping her breasts, and her breathing gets heavy.

I slide my hand lower.Fuck, I forgot that she was naked. Suddenly, it’s hard to think. My cock is pushing against her soft, smooth skin, so temptingly close. Ava gasps as my hand goes between her legs, cupping her pussy possessively.

“Mine,” I growl, fingers teasing her opening.

She whimpers, bucking her hips against me. It would be so easy for my cock to slip inside…

“Fuck me,” she whispers, her voice hardly more than a breath.

“No,” I grit out, clenching my teeth.

“I thought I was yours.”

I growl with need. “You fucking are.”

“So why won’t you fuck me?”

The truth is, I don’t know. I’m not usually one to deny myself. All I know is, this time, it’s different. I’ve fucked a lot of women. This one is going to be mywife.

“When you feel my cock inside you, it’s not going to be in some hotel room with a kitchenette. It’s going to be on our wedding night. And you’re going to know that you belong to me completely. You won’t just have my cock, you’ll have my last name and my ring on your finger.”

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I insist on keeping Ava’s hands cuffed together as we get ready to leave. Then I take them off long enough to bring her to my car, and cuff them again as we start driving.

“What about my car?” she asks as we exit the parking lot, leaving her red Lexus behind.

“I’ll send someone to pick it up.”

“Can you please unlock my hands? It’s like a 45 minute car ride. I won’t try to escape.”

I just smirk, looking ahead at the road. “Nope. Having your hands locked is how Iknowyou won’t escape.”

Honestly, I believe her. I don’t think she’s going to try to escape. Not after last night. But it turns me on to exert this power over her. I like thatI’mthe reason her hands are tied.

She looks away from me, staring out the window. “Fucking asshole.”

Turning onto the freeway, I shrug. She’s not wrong.

Chapter Twelve

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