20. Elijah
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ELIJAH
T hose words are my undoing.
A taunt. A challenge which I gladly accept.
“I love you, sweetheart.” Before anything, Ava needs to know that I’d die to protect her.
“I believe you.” The teasing look softens. Her pussy clenches hard. “And I love you, too.”
“Good.” Trailing kisses across her cheek, I pause at her ear and flick the lobe. “Now, tell me who owns this pussy? Who owns you?”
“W-what…oh, Eli!” I slam back in and ride her hard. It’s not gentle. Not the way I thought of taking her for the first time, but it’s us. Crazy and all-consuming and full of this love that has overtaken our senses. Immediately her pussy clenches, trying to pull me in deeper as her walls grip me tightly—fluttering around my girth with each entry.
My balls contract. They’re heavy and full; I’m going to fill every one of her holes with my seed. “Squeeze me just like that, Ava. Let me feel you,” I grunt as another rush of wetness bathes my cock and then pools on the sheets below. I’m not being gentle or sweet, but she loves it. The nail marks scoring my back are the proof. “You’re taking me so well.”
“Eli, I’m… fuck !”
“That’s it, sweet treat. So perfect.” My eyes traverse her body, taking in the flush that sweeps down her chest, how hard her nipples are, and the beads of sweat that caress her skin. Then there’s how her stomach muscles clench with each punishing stroke, how she writhes beneath me.
Pleasure overtakes her senses, and a guttural growl builds inside my chest as I watch her.
Feel how tightly she’s stretched around me. More wetness. The sound of her desire is the soundtrack to our love. The slap of skin. How she soaks me in her juices, and those tiny cries set my blood on fire.
Her tiny cunt looks obscene stretched around my girth, so fucking beautiful, but more so is the way she squeezes me. Tight, wet, and motherfucking perfection. She was made for me.
Taking her hips in my hands, I lift her off the bed and onto my thighs. This angle is much deeper and leaves her completely at my mercy as I manipulate her movements, piston into her at a near-punishing pace. It’s maddening how much tighter Ava is like this, and I won’t last much longer.
“So close.” Her eyes close, and her mouth drops open in a silent scream then as I shift her pelvis.
“Motherfucking come, sweetheart. Give me what’s mine.” Tightening my hold on her hips, I lift and slam her down my length, thrusting in and out, gritting my teeth as the pleasure becomes too much. “Look at me,” I growl out, never ceasing my control.
How I manipulate her on and off.
Blue eyes open; they’re heavy-lidded and unfocused. “ Please .”
That’s all she says. She’s too far gone into her pleasure.
I love it. Her like this.
“Are you my good girl?” I punctuate each word with a thrust, grinding her clit on my pelvis on each downward stroke. She barely nods, nails digging into my arm. They break the skin. Sting. “Answer me.”
“Yes.”
“Then come for me. Now.” Slipping a hand between us, I rub her clit, three tight circles against the throbbing bundle of nerves, and a scream tears itself from her throat. The orgasm sweeps through her small body, taking her under a veil of bliss while my name becomes a mantra on those sinful lips. “Just like that, beautiful. Bathe me.”
“Elijah.” A sigh. A whimper. Every single one brings goosebumps to my skin.
I can’t talk. I’m gone.
My cock grazes a spot inside of her then that makes her silken walls clench hard. It’s a massage—a pulsing, near-painful wave that pulls the come right from my cock. It’s sudden and harsh and motherfucking nirvana as I hold still and empty myself, filling her to the brim and then some.
All for her. Every single drop.
Rope after rope leaves me and mixes with her juices, making a heady mess. We soak the sheets, and the room smells of us; I position my body next to her tired one as the reality of what we’ve done hits.
Not that I would change a thing. My caving was inevitable.
Pulling her closer, I settle her head on my shoulder while nuzzling the crown of her head. She doesn’t move or talk, and neither do I. Instead, we just are.
It’s nice to lay with her like this. More than.
This is something I want to do for the rest of my life. One day, she’ll be my wife.
A sobering thought, but it’s not a lie. She will be.
“I’ll always keep you safe, beautiful,” I whisper low so as not to disturb her. And yet, as if she understood, her reply comes in the form of a tiny snore that brings a smile to my lips. It’s cute. It also further cements another truth: Jason will die by my hands alone.
Fuck playing by the rules.
I’m pulled from a deep slumber by the sound of moans. A low, keening sound is followed by the stroke of a soft hand on my hard cock. The hold is tight, and her skin is like silk. Then there’s the feel of her hair sweeping over my thighs and a hot panting breath grazing the engorged head, a come-inducing sight that pulls a few drops of pre-come from the tip.
She’s also bare: flawless skin and flushed cheeks.
I jerk in her hands, a sudden movement that causes her to gasp and flick her eyes to mine. Happy and hungry. So sexy. “Beautiful, what are you?—”
“I’m curious.” Blue orbs, heavy-lidded and aroused, look at me as her tiny pink tongue swipes over the slit. Christ. Pleasure, red hot and electrifying, travels down my body and settles on my aching balls. Sweeps down my length. It thickens between her pouty lips, settling on her tongue as she opens to take me inside.
Every cell in my body comes alive; I throb with each bob of her head. How she hums at the back of her throat, hollows her cheeks at the taste of my flesh on her tongue. Ava’s small mouth can’t take all of me, and I enjoy the obscenity—her determination to do just that. On her next downward stroke, I hit the back of her throat, and she gags, choking on me a bit as spit runs down my shaft.
Those eyes water, and I groan, fucking loving her need to please. To taste all of me.
However, when I come, it will always be inside her pussy. At least until this raging inferno of lust subsides.
Grabbing a fistful of hair, I pull her off, entranced by the single strand of saliva that connects her pouty lips to my dick. “Get up here.”
“But, I was?—”
“Now,” I hiss out, my hold tight. “I need you to ride my cock.”
Ava scrambles into position, hovering right over my length, and then pauses. “I’ve never done this before, Elijah.” There’s a hint of fear mixed with excitement in her tone. In the way, she looks deep into my eyes. “Please, teach me?”
Teach me. So trusting. So mine.
“All you need to do is what feels naturally right.”
“You are my right .” She gyrates slowly. Testing. Rubbing the bulbous tip from opening to clit. “Now, show me. Teach me how to make you feel good.”
This woman. This marvelous and crazy woman. She has no idea how wrapped around her pinky I am, how she owns me so completely that I’m losing my mind.
“Everything is right as long as you’re next to me.”
“I love you, too.”
A groan leaves me as Ava grips the base tight and holds me against her. “Just like that, sweetheart. Guide me inside slowly,” I grit out through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to grab those hips and impale her. “Roll your pelvis a tiny bit and… son of a bitch. ”
She drops her weight suddenly, and my back bows off the bed, thrusting upward and pushing in deeper. “Will it always feel like this?” Ava asks, almost breathless, while lifting halfway off and dropping down once more. Then again. She’s taking my length in fast little movements, bouncing in my lap as sweat beads at her brow. And I watch, transfixed, as two drops roll down and between her breasts before they disappear at her navel.
Ava doesn’t need guidance. She’s perfect.
Naturally sexual and decadent. Coquettish while maintaining a purity that brings me to my proverbial knees. Her pussy feels like liquid sin, and her walls flutter around my girth, jerking me off at a torturous pace.
Watching her like this, head thrown back and doing what feels good, is sexy. But more so is how she guides my hands to her hips, silently begging me to take over.
To fuck her. To make her come.
“For the rest of our lives,” I vow and squeeze, digging my fingers in as I guide her movements. Yesterday was fast and hard, while today will be loving. No matter how much she whines and tries to fight my hold, I keep us steady, building us higher with each roll of our hips.
Sitting up, I skim a hand up her spine before cupping the back of her neck. Her body’s flush with mine, taking me in deeper with the change in angle. It’s more intimate. Our breaths mingle, taking in the other’s exhale while our lips hover and eyes connect.
“Eli,” she cries out, wrapping her arms around my shoulders—gyrating over my cock—and I pull her down. Her clit rubs over my pelvis, and her wetness coats my heavy balls. “I’m so close. This. Us?—”
“I know.” Because I’m right there, too. Licking at my spine, pleasure thrums through my limbs as I pump in and out of her. “Come for me, beautiful. Let me feel you.”
The last word hasn’t fully passed through my lips when she does. Clenching. Arching her back. She kisses me, moaning into my mouth as I fall right behind her, coming deep inside and not pulling out. I’m tempting fate in a way that could be dangerous, but I just don’t care.
She could get pregnant. We haven’t used anything.
It doesn’t scare me, though. Instead, I pull her impossibly closer. Hold her tighter so there’s no space between us and make sure my cock keeps her full. Just the way it’s meant to be.
“Why are you smiling?” she asks while grinning herself. Eyes soft.
“We didn’t use a condom.” No reason to hide it.
“We didn’t.” There’s a hint of fear in her tone now, and she moves to get off me. That’s not going to work.
“No.”
“No?”
“Yes.”
“Elijah, you’re confusing me here. Why aren’t you freaking out?”
“Because today, tomorrow—a year from now, Ava, it will happen. Sweetheart, I’m keeping you.”
“I—” She’s cut off by the ringing of my phone. First, my cell and then the landline, and we both share the same look. Both go silent and then a text comes in. “You should answer that.”
Ava gets up then, wincing a bit.
“Let’s get you in the shower first, and then I’ll?—”
It’s my turn to be cut off with her finger on my lips. She leans over me, standing beside my dresser and holding my cell phone in her hand. Her look says it all. She’s worried. “You can spoil me later. Deal?”
“Deal.” With that, she leaves, throwing me a sexy smile over her shoulder before closing the door to my bathroom.
The phone in my hand buzzes again, pulling my attention away from her and toward the device. It’s Perez, and his message changes the direction of my morning completely.
He’s been spotted. Empty warehouse in Yuma with the girl. ~ C. Perez
Come in, I’ll send McGrady and Stein to watch the building. Let’s bring him in and end this. ~ C. Perez
We leave in thirty. Not up for discussion. Copy. ~ C. Perez
I’m typing out a response before processing it all, another kind of energy taking over. This one is thirsty for vengeance.
For every life he took.
For Ava.
It’s time to end this sick motherfucker.