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Ava frowned slightly, the wheels in her mind turning, processing what I was telling her. I didn’t tell her any of this to be cruel or to earn more of her attention. There was no need to when I could simply take it. But I needed her to understand that if she didn’t let up a little on her mother, she might do unintentional damage. It was easy to see that Katherine loved and adored her daughter, but there were times that her face would twist with frustration, quickly followed by regret whenever Ava plastered herself to her mother’s side.
My little wife was excited to have her mother back, and there was nothing wrong with her enthusiasm, but the last time Katherine had seen her daughter was when she was eleven. The woman had been on her own since then, surviving abuse that no woman should have to endure. It didn’t surprise me that Ava’s excitedness rubbed at her.
Ava’s chin quivered as she nodded. She understood what I was saying, but it was hard for her. She’d spent nearly her whole life fantasizing about her mother being alive, and now that wish had come true, and she wanted to hold on to it for dear life. Bringing her hand to my jaw, she uttered the three words I would never tire of hearing. “I love you.”
“No more hiding.” I glared down at her playfully, and she smirked, mischief lighting up her emerald eyes.
“Promise,” she whispered, and with a wicked grin, she began tugging up my white shirt. I swept it over my head and watched her eyes trail hungrily over my chest and abs. Licking her lips, she reached out and ran her fingers over my muscles. Closing my eyes, I relished the feel of her warm hands caressing my skin. I could feel her tracing over my tattoos. The Vor stars on my shoulders that signified that I was a made man and bowed to no one, the color spectrum of Russian prison tattoos I’d gotten during my stint in lockup. I was fourteen at the time and served six months for armed robbery.
Rising to my knees, I straddled her and sat back on my heels while my hands drifted beneath her nightshirt. I peeled it away, slowly revealing the creamy expanse of her skin, until every inch of her was exposed to me.
“So beautiful,” I murmured, throwing the fabric aside to join my shirt on the floor. Reaching down, I cupped her pussy and pushed two fingers inside her heat. Damn, so tight and wet. How had I gotten so lucky? Ava moaned, her hips shifting off the bed to thrust my fingers deeper inside of her. I pressed my thumb to her clit, rubbing slow circles around the bundle of nerves.
“You like this, Red?” I whispered huskily. Her eyes met mine, molten pools of hot desire, and nodded. “Do you want to come on my fingers, good girl?”
Her light blush was barely visible in the darkened room, but I could see it tinting her cheeks as she bit her lip shyly and shook her head.
“I’m not going to do anything unless you tell what you want, Ava.” She bit her lip harder as her breathing grew more rapid when I increased my strokes inside her cunt. “Come on, baby. Tell me what you want.”
When she still didn’t respond, I removed my fingers from inside her. Ava mewled in disappointment, her eyes following my fingers, wet with her arousal.
“Suck,” I growled, bringing the fingers to her mouth. Ava opened her mouth obediently and sucked on my fingers, swirling her tongue around them like she would my cock.
“Please,” she whispered with my fingers still stuffed in her mouth. “I need you.” Her words, dripping with wanton desire, did something to me. I rumbled low in my throat and rolled onto my back so Ava was straddling me.
I quickly dropped my sweatpants down to my knees, shoved her panties aside, and speared the redheaded minx on my cock.
“Matthias!” she screamed in pleasure when I buried myself balls deep inside her. “Fuck.”
“Ride me, baby.” I licked my lips and stared up at her, hands resting lazily on her hips. Ava wiggled around, setting herself where she wanted to be. She planted her hands on my chest, using them and the power of her thick thighs to bounce herself up and down on my hardened cock.
“That’s it, baby,” I moaned, throwing my head back into the pillow. “Just like that.” Fuck, she felt so good I wouldn’t be able to hold on for long. Ava rode me like it was her job, ass slapping against my balls, her arousal drenching me. The sounds of our lovemaking filled the room, and it was then I realized I must have been in heaven.
This was heaven, and she was my angel.
“Jesus.” I sat up, lifting her off my cock despite her protests, and turned her around so she was facing away from me. Ramming her back down on my cock, I took control. The view of her ass bouncing before my eyes made my dick grow harder and my balls ache. “You’re perfect, baby,” I whispered to her. “So fucking tight around me. Choking my dick like a fucking champ. Beg me to make you come.”
This time, she didn’t hesitate before pleading with me to let her come.
“Make me come on your cock,” she moaned. “Please, I need to come.”
Smirking, I slapped one ass cheek, then the other before running my thumb through the arousal leaking onto my stomach. She was still riding me hard, and I was thrusting up to meet her every time.
“Good girl,” I grunted and shoved my thumb into her ass.
“Oh, god,” she screamed as she clenched tightly down on my cock. I fucked her hard through her orgasm, my thumb still buried in her ass, plunging in and out in time with my dick.
“Shit, you clamp so hard on my dick when you come,” I breathed. My rhythm faltered as my pending release grew closer, and it wasn’t long before I buried my cock deep inside her and let the waves of euphoria sweep over me.
Fuck, this was indeed heaven.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
It was early when I woke. The sun barely peeked over the tops of the buildings. Matthias was already gone, his side of the bed still warm. It was expected, though. He had an early morning appointment with one of the suppliers on the East Coast. Some of the shipments had been hijacked en route, and it wasn’t looking good.
I showered quickly and dressed, not wasting time washing on my hair. A bun would do just fine, and since I was spending most of the day at the bar, I opted for a pair of black jeans and a gray off the shoulder sweater with simple black flats.
Since it was only around five, I took the elevator down to the bar instead of the family floor. The kitchen staff would be prepping for lunch, and a hot carafe of coffee would already be made. Maybe I could convince the chef to whip me up some eggs, too.
