Chapter 23 - Rowen
Ihated being away from her. Even though I worked from home, taking most of my meetings from my office, it felt too far. On especially long days, I loved finding her upstairs, waiting for me.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked as I crawled onto the bed, immediately burying my face between her legs, cursing the clothes keeping us apart.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want it,” I clapped back in a playful voice before nipping her inner thigh.
“Hey!” She swatted at me lightheartedly.
I looked up at her, her cheeks blushing immediately, almost like every dark, depraved thing I wanted to do to her flashed across my forehead for her reading entertainment.
Her eyebrow raised when I pulled on the waistband of her leggings, but I was the winner of our stare-off, and she lifted her hips enough for me to pull them down her legs. She was wearing red, see-through panties.
“Fuck, Av,” I growled, looking back up at her. “Was someone hoping her stepbrother would fuck her?”
She refused to meet my eyes, embarrassed.
“You’re so sexy. Body of a goddamn goddess.” I kissed her thighs, then her stomach. I continued the path until I was taking off her shirt and kissing her neck and face, making her giggle. “I hope you didn’t want to keep these panties.”
“Wh—”
I tucked my fingers inside her underwear and tugged, my cock jerking as the rip of the fabric filled the room.
“Ro—”
I grabbed her face and pressed my lips to hers, silencing her protests.
“Mine, Av,” I said, letting the possessive tone vibrate in my chest. “Do you understand that?”
She didn’t respond at first, but then, she nodded.
“Spread your legs,” I demanded as I kissed a path back down her body. “Hold them open, little kitty. I don’t want anything getting in the way of my feast.” I placed her hands on the backs of her thighs, showing her what I expected.
She squirmed when I kissed her mound, whimpering as thought I was already fucking her. Her eyes blew wide open when I slipped two fingers inside.
“Look at you,” I breathed, spreading my digits as I fucked her slowly. “So fucking pretty. So fucking wet.”
My thumb brushed over her clit, and she gasped, her hips jerking up. My cock throbbed at the sight, but this was my punishment. Tonight was purely about Avery getting off as many times as she needed, and I would go to bed without the luxury of fucking her.
“Row—”
I flattened my tongue against her clit and then sucked on it, listening to her broken moans fill the room. She kept herself pinned open for me with her hands, but her hips kept wiggling, trying to get away from me.
“Stay still,” I growled.
I fucked her harder, my tongue flicking and circling her clit until her legs shook and her back arched off the bed.
She was coming undone, but I didn’t let that stop me. If anything, I worked faster, and when she screamed my name, I knew she was there.
Her cunt gushed all over my face, soaking the sheets under us as her walls clenched down on my fingers. Even then, I didn’t stop. I licked every part of her, cleaning her up, kissing her thighs, memorizing the way she twitched under my touch.
“Please…”
Her cheeks were flushed as I met her eyes.
“Please, what?” I whispered, kissing the inside of her thighs, my fingers still buried deep inside her.
She just whimpered, but we both knew she wanted to beg for another one, so I slid a third finger inside her and curled them just right. Her entire body jerked as I worked steadily and gently until she was gushing again, her mouth open on a silent cry as her fingers dug into her thighs.
Once her pussy relaxed around my hand, I slowed my pace but never fully stopped. I brushed my thumb over her clit, kissed it, and then toyed with it some more.
“Please…Rowen, I can’t—”
“You can,” I told her, keeping my voice low and commanding. “You will.”
Her face twisted, body tight and shaking as I picked up speed, pulling another orgasm out of her, though this one lacked the previous splashing. She looked tormented and euphoric all at once, moaning my name half-heartedly with her eyes closed, gasping for breath.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” I panted as I withdrew my fingers to lick them clean, moaning as I ate the last remaining bit of her juices.
She let go of her thighs, but she didn’t move much more than that, half-asleep already. Her body was shuddering as small rivers of tears ran down her temples.
I pressed my lips to her stomach then her chest, planting a firm kiss on her lips before sliding my tongue inside her mouth. She mewled, trying to kiss me back, but she was nearly limp.
When I pulled back, a smile spread on my face. She was a beautiful sight, all radiant and ruined, tired from her surrender.
She finally blinked up at me, but her eyes were glazed. Her lips even parted like she was going to say something, but no sound came out.
I held her tight, pressing kisses to her forehead as her breathing steadied and slowed until she was asleep. Reluctantly, I pulled away, slipping out of bed to grab a warm cloth. I cleaned her up slowly, gently, wiping her thighs and stomach, taking extra care not to wake her.
She stirred slightly when I pulled the waterproof sheets out from under her and replaced them with clean ones. By the time I tucked her in, she was out cold again.
After tossing the soaked sheets into the washer, I returned to our bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, watching her sleep. My finger traced her face, the lines of her lips and her soft eyebrows. She looked so innocent, so small.
She deserved the fucking world and everything in it.
I wasn’t the best at being soft and tender, but there would come a day when another little girl would be in this house.
Our daughter.
She’d watch the way I loved her mom, watch me spoil and worship her, protect her from everything dangerous in the world.
I would be the one to set the example of what love looked like, of what our little girl needed to search for when she grew up.
I had to do better. I needed to show Avery I could love her the way she deserved, show her she was more than just my obsession, my perfect little fucktoy. She was my universe.
I reached down and tucked a strand of hair behind Avery’s ear, smiling as she sighed in her sleep.
I wasn’t planning on telling her about the deep thoughts I was having, but I’d show her—every goddamn day. And one day, she’d look at me and see the man who was willing to do anything for her, see the man who was stepping up and giving her everything, not the monster who locked her away.
I lifted the covers and lowered my head to her stomach, pressing a soft kiss there.
One day.
Avery stirred, a tiny whimper slipping out.
So, I brushed my lips against her ear and whispered, “I’ve got you, baby.”