Ethan Whitmore
The trip to Vegas was pretty straight. Christian seemed pretty solid and straightforward.
Both of us were about our business. Charles was right, we had quite a few things in common.
Based on the conversations and the knowledge exchanged back and forth, I knew we’d turn out to be decent business partners.
As long as he held up his end of the bargain, we were good.
The trip itself was pleasant, but I was ready to get back home and back to my girls.
I ended the trip a day early, promising Christian I’d be back real soon to put shit in motion.
On the flight back home, all I could think about was Ava.
I wanted to pop up and surprise her, but I didn’t plan to land so damn late.
Ahead of time, I asked Julia for her spare key to the townhouse.
At first, she wasn’t trying to come up off of it because she didn’t want Ava to feel as if her privacy was being violated.
I had to explain to little sis that shorty was going to be violated in the best way possible, so there was nothing to worry about.
I had already freshened up on the flight home, so there was no need for me to make a trip to the house.
The time on my stereo read three sixteen in the morning when I parked.
I grabbed my duffle bag and headed to the door.
Quietly, I let myself in and made my way through.
I stopped at the room I knew Savannah slept in just to peep my head through the door to make sure she was sleeping peacefully.
Cuddled up with her favorite teddy bear, she was sound asleep.
I made sure to close the door back quietly and continued on to Ava.
Her door was slightly open, and I could hear her soft snores filling the room.
Instead of lying on one side of the bed, she was sprawled out in the center, with the covers halfway covering her body.
The only light in the room came shining through the windows from the moon.
As I rounded the bed, I was able to get a better view of her beautiful face.
With my eyes glued to her, I started stripping out of my clothes, all the way down to my boxers.
Ava was a heavy sleeper, which was why she didn’t feel me slowly pull the blanket off her body. The little gown she had on was scrunched up around her waist. It gave me a perfect and clear view of her neatly waxed mound. Damn. My mouth began to water at the sight of it.
Carefully, I eased my way onto the bed, gently moving her legs to spread them apart, so I could position myself right between.
As I made myself comfortable, she didn’t even react.
However, I knew as soon as my tongue flicked across her sensitive spot, her eyes would open.
My hands slowly caressed her smooth thighs before I used my thumb to rub her bud in circles.
I could smell her essence seeping through as I lowered my lips to hers.
I didn’t come over to play any games; I came to feast. The moment I latched onto her clit, she let out a soft gasp, then a moan.
“Ethan?” she purred as her hand went to rub the back of my head.
I didn’t bother stopping to acknowledge her; I kept going.
She tried to sit up and slide back, but the grip I had on her waist prevented her from doing so.
With her legs resting on my shoulders, I scooped her ass into my hands, holding her up.
I needed full access as I spread her cheeks a little wider.
Swiftly, my tongue swirled around her bottom hole.
Over and over, she cried out my name as I ate her up like my favorite groceries.
From front to back, back to front, I didn’t miss a spot as I ate the whole cake.
After already busting twice, I needed her to wet me up one more time before I laid my pipe down. I could feel how weak she was because her body felt like putty in my hands. After the third shower, I came up for air.
She was out of breath and could barely talk. I towered over her with a smirk on my face as I leaned down to place gentle kisses on hers.
“What the hell are you doing to me?” She covered her face.
“Sluttin’ you out, respectfully.” I grinned, pulling her legs closer to me.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back tonight?” she questioned as her soft hands caressed my neck.
“I wanted to surprise you,” I said as I entered her.
Her mouth fell open as I filled her up, giving me access to stick my tongue straight down her throat. The strokes I delivered were long and slow. Every time I pushed forward, I felt her cervix tapping against the tip of my dick, and it drove me crazy.
“How that dick feel?” I started to increase my speed.
I held on to her feet, parting her legs into a peace sign. My tongue ran up and down her legs before I sucked on her toes.
“It feels gooood,” she cooed.
“Yeah? You love this dick, don’t you?”
“Yesss!” Her hands tightly gripped my sides.
She was close to bustin’ again.
“Tell me you love it.” I leaned down to suck on her neck.
“I love it,” she panted.
I was working her body, breaking her down piece by piece.
“Oh, my god! I love it!”
“Oh, shit,” I groaned. “Tell daddy again how much you love this dick.” I gripped her neck.
“I love it so much, daddy.”
“Yeah? Open your mouth, tongue out.”
I could feel my shit jump, ready to spit up. Before I coated her insides, I pulled out. My hand still gripped her throat as I pulled her toward me. Obediently, she kept her mouth wide open with her tongue hanging out.
“Shit!” I gasped.
Like a volcano, I erupted, my nut spraying her face. Most of it landed on her tongue, and without being told, she ate it up.
“Good girl,” I panted.
I jumped at the feel of her mouth gently sucking the tip of my dick.
She was making sure she drained me of every drop but I had to catch my breath.
It had been a minute since I busted a nut that intense.
Falling over to the side, I watched as she got up to go to the bathroom.
In and out, she came back with a warm, damp cloth and her face clean again.
After wiping my dick, she leaned down to place a kiss on the tip.
My shit was sensitive as hell, but I was still solid, standing straight up.
Pulling the sheets over our bodies, she nestled underneath me.
“I have a confession,” I said, wrapping my arm around her.
“Okay…”
“I’m addicted to you.”
Turning around to face me, she smiled. “I hear it’s hard to shake addictions.”
“I bet it is, but I’m not tryin’ to shake you, though.” I pecked her lips.
We lay in silence for a moment, her eyes gazing into mine.
“I come with a lot of baggage, Ethan. I don’t think being addicted to me is such a good thing.”
“I’m not worried about any of that. I know what I want.”
Her smile made me smile. I knew we couldn’t push our situationship to the fullest extent until most of her problems were resolved.
It was no rush for me. For Ava, I’d wait a lifetime.
Why? Well, shit, from the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was made just for me.
Her heart was molded in a special way, and I held the key to that muthafucka.
As of now, I’d only entered the key in the right place.
I had yet to turn it and open her up completely.
Once I did that, we’d be opening doors to a future so bright I could see it flash before my eyes.
I was a patient man when I wanted to be. For Ava, I choose to be.
While I was being so patient, I was slowly reprogramming her mentally, physically, and emotionally.
I was molding her into my woman while stripping her of the woman who was hurt and mistreated at the hands of a fuck boy.
Her heart was pure but had several bruises that needed healing.
I wanted to heal her. I wanted to be everything she deserved.
“What do you want?” she asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
“What do you think I want?” I questioned back.
Her eyes searched mine.
“Honestly, I don’t know,” she whispered. “But only time will tell, right?” She pecked my lips.
“Right,” I studied her face.
Her head rested on my chest as her fingers tapped lightly on my heart. “I love living in this moment with you.” She whispered.
“I love it too.”
The flight back home plus some bomb ass pussy had me drained.
The sound of my phone ringing on the nightstand caused me to crack my eyes open.
When I turned to my right, Ava’s side of the bed was empty.
Behind the door, I heard cartoons playing, so I knew she must’ve been in the living area with Savannah.
Sitting up, I grabbed my phone to see who was calling. It was Zenobia.
I got out of bed to take a piss. Then I hopped in the shower real quick before I brushed my teeth. By the time I finished, I had two more missed calls from Ze.
“What’s up?” I spoke when she answered.
“I’ve been calling you. I thought you were coming back home yesterday.”
“I did, I got in last night.”
“Oh… well, are you coming over? Zoie’s been asking about you.”
“I already talked to Zoie. And yeah, I’ll be over in a little bit, so make sure she’s ready,” I told her.
Leaving the room, the smell of food cooking drifted up my nostrils as I made my way down the hall.
“Let me hit you back, but I’ll be there within the hour,” I told her before disconnecting the call.
Zenobia had been on some weird shit lately. I knew damn well my daughter hadn’t been asking about me because she called me every day from her own phone. Zenobia was trying to make conversation and be nosey at the same damn time.
“Good morning, here’s breakfast. Lost track of time, but we had a ball.” Ava sang when I stepped into the kitchen.
That made me laugh as I pulled her into my arms before placing a kiss on her neck.
“Good morning, beautiful.” I caressed her ass. “I’m glad I got you up smiling and singing this morning. What you got going on in here?”
“I’m making omelets, something quick. This one is yours. Savannah already ate.”
“What we doing today?” I sat at the table.
“Um, I was going to take Savannah out to do a little something. What do you have in mind?” She placed my plate on the table in front of me.
“I’m going to pick up Zoie. I figured we could all go out somewhere together. That new aquarium opened last week, and Zoie has been bugging the hell outta me to take her.”
“I’m sure Savannah would love that.” She smiled.
“Alright, bet. I’m ready.”
After eating, Ava went to finish getting Savannah dressed, as well as herself, while I made a few phone calls.
Zoie must’ve been waiting at the window because as soon as we pulled up, she ran out the front door. Excitedly, she jumped around at my door, anxiously waiting for me to step out.
“Daddy!” She hugged me as soon as my feet hit the ground.
“Hey, princess.”
In the backseat, Savannah bounced around, trying to get Zoie’s attention.
“Yayy! Savannah!” She ran to the other side of the car.
On the porch, Zenobia stood with her hand on her hip as if she had a problem.
“What’s up?” I nodded at her.
As expected, she walked over to my car with a smug grin on her face. I gave her a look, letting her know not to be on no bullshit.
“Hey, baby daddy.” She licked her lips. “Here I am, thinking we were going out as a family, and you’re riding around with your friend.” She glanced at Ava with a stank expression.
“Don’t start. I never gave you any indication that we were going out anywhere together. So, chill.”
“You could’ve come to get Zoie first, then went to pick her up. You think I want her to know where I stay?”
“Ze, ain’t nobody pressed over you. Chill the fuck out.”
With the look I gave her, she knew damn well she’d better pipe down. I wasn’t with any of that shit she was trying to pull.
“I’ll be back later to drop Zoie off. I’ll call you when we’re on the way back.”
“Have fun, baby!” Zenobia called out to Zoie, ignoring what I said.
At the aquarium, my girls had a great time.
Both Zoie and Savannah were in awe of most of the attractions.
I think their favorite part of the visit was playing with the stingrays.
Thanks to Zoie, I had to interact with the creatures as well while Ava recorded us.
After what happened to Steve Irwin, I wasn’t trying to fuck with no shit like that.
But, of course, I’d do anything to see my princess smile.
For lunch, I made surprise arrangements that I knew would blow Zoie’s mind. I paid for us to have an underwater dining experience with some mermaids. It was nice, and the women in character did a phenomenal job.
It wasn’t until we sat down to eat that I noticed Ava was extremely quiet.
She wasn’t really herself. My hand caressed her thigh underneath the table.
She gave me a small smile and tapped the top of my hand.
I wasn’t going to question her just yet.
I’d hold off because I wanted us to continue enjoying our day.
I could sense something was bothering her, though, and I was going to get to the bottom of it.