Chapter 13 Ava #2
And just like that, his hand slips from my neck to my chest, then lower—trailing fire as he goes.
Every movement is a lesson. Every look, every word, every touch is a reminder: I’m his.
And tonight, he’s going to make sure I don’t forget it.
The words sink in like a brand, hot and unforgettable.
He rises with me still straddling him, like I weigh nothing—like carrying me is the most natural thing in the world.
My arms wrap instinctively around his neck, breath catching as he walks us through the apartment with steady, purposeful strides.
The shift in space—the quiet command of it—only makes my pulse race faster.
He pushes open my bedroom door with his foot, eyes never leaving mine. The air feels heavier here, more intimate, like the walls know what’s about to happen. Like they’re holding their breath with me.
He lowers me onto the bed, covering my body with his, but still holding himself just above me—teasing, testing. One hand finds my wrists, pinning them gently above my head. The other traces down my ribs, my waist, my hip, until I’m squirming beneath him, desperate and aching.
“Say it again,” he whispers, lips brushing my collarbone. Desperation in his voice.
My breath shakes. “I’m yours, Daddy.”
That does it.
He groans like the sound physically undoes him, then dips his head and takes my nipple into his mouth through the lace, tongue flicking, teeth grazing—just enough to make me cry out. His hand slides down, slipping between my thighs, and he lets out a low, appreciative growl.
“So wet for me already?” he mutters. “Fuck, baby… I haven’t even touched you yet.”
And when he does—when his fingers find exactly where I need him—I forget how to breathe. Forget everything but the feel of him, the heat of his body, the way he looks at me like I’m everything.
Every movement is deliberate. Every whisper, every groan, every drag of his fingers is building me toward something that feels more than physical. It’s surrender, yes—but not because I’m powerless. It’s because I trust him to hold all of me. And he does.
His hands are magical and with each thrust of his fingers inside me my orgasm is closer to destroying me.
"That's it baby, cum for Daddy. I want to see you soak my hand and this whole bed with your sweetness.”
It doesn't take long for him to take me to heights only he has been capable of, and with the filthy words that leave his mouth my orgasm overwhelms me.
My body arches off the bed and my voice cracks with the cry that escapes me. Elijah continues to move his fingers inside me, extracting every last drop of pleasure.
"You've been such a good girl for me baby. But I'm not done with you yet. Do you want Daddy to fuck this delicious pussy?"
"Yes Daddy, please I need you." - The need in my voice is unmistakable, raw and shameless.
"Daddy will give you everything you need and so much more my sweet girl. But we need protection, because as much as I would love to fill you with my cum, we have to be careful." he tells me with a sweet voice but at the same time full of lust.
"We don't need it, I had surgery a while back, and the last time I was with someone was over 6 years ago. But if I didn't wh..."
I don't finish the sentence because his lips are taking my breath away for the umpteenth time tonight.
"Ohh baby, are you telling me I can fuck you bare? That I can fill this sweet, tight little pussy as I please?"
"Yes Daddy" - I tell him, trembling with anticipation.
"My perfect girl." He says getting up, taking the hem of my panties and dragging them with him. I have been naked before in front of him, but for some reason right now feels more intimate, more intense.
When he has me completely naked and open only for his pleasure. He makes a bundle with my panties and takes them to the nose, sniffing them deeply.
"You smell divine princess," his voice thick with arousal.
My cheeks have never been so flushed but I have not been more turned on in my life.
He tosses them aside, gets up and starts undressing.
And fuck this man is a fucking God, with an exquisite body and for some reason I am the one who gets to enjoy it.
I look at it from top to bottom, enjoying each muscle, every piece of art inked on his skin.
"Do you like what you see baby girl?" - He asks me with humor in his voice.
"Yes, Daddy, so much" - I say, biting my lip.
“Only for your eyes, my love.” - his voice full of adoration and love.
As soon as he's completely naked, he crawls back into bed, but not before showering me with wet kisses, starting with my feet up to my pussy.
He spreads my legs and licks me from top to bottom, stopping at my clit and sucking it into his mouth so hard that I almost cum again.
“Tonight you'll cum as many times as you want.
We need to get your pussy ready so she can take Daddy's big cock. So cum in my mouth princess, let me taste this sweet, perfect pussy.” Never in my life did I think Elijah had such a dirty mind and mouth, but damn am I glad I get to be the one who enjoys him like this. Raw. Primal. Mine.
His tongue and fingers work in tandem and as soon as he curls his fingers inside me, it's impossible to stop the wave of pleasure he achieves.
My orgasm rips through me, wave after wave of pleasure sending my brain into a fog. Elijah doesn't stop eating me out, determined to squeeze every ounce of pleasure out of me.
When he's satisfied with the result, he lifts his gaze and moves up my body, but not without kissing and nibbling every inch of my skin along the way.
When he reaches my breasts, he takes one in his hands while attacking my other nipple, moving his tongue in circles around it, alternating between licking, gently sucking, and biting.
My body reacts to his treatment arching my back in pleasure, moaning and practically screaming his name.
He doesn't stop; all he does is give the other nipple the same special treatment, and oh my God, I think if he keeps this up, he'll make me cum just by eating my tits.
"Every inch of your skin is delicious. I could spend my life tasting you, and it still wouldn't be enough," he tells me as he kisses his way to my lips, kissing the life out of me.
He gently lifts himself off me, looking down at my body, exploring every inch, every mark, every fold of my skin and flesh.
I should feel bad for letting him see my body, full of curves, my bulging stomach, my tits drooping from their weight, my thick thighs, but no; his gaze caresses me as if I were a goddess, and his favorite dish.
And considering how he just ate me out, apparently I am.
“Are you ready for Daddy to fuck this delicious pussy?” he asks as he touches his cock. My gaze drops to where his hand moves slowly, and I lick my lips, remembering his taste. Elijah notices my gesture and seems to read my mind.
“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll suck and choke on Daddy’s cock next time. Now I need to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock, I need to feel you squeeze me when you cum hard on my cock, while screaming my name.” His words do absolutely nothing to extinguish the fire consuming my skin.
“Yes, Daddy! Please, I need you.” My voice is filled with so much need that my eyes fill with tears.
Eli moves down my body and places himself between my legs.
With his cock in his hand, he runs it over my clit, and my legs tremble at the touch.
He rests the head of his cock between the folds of my pussy and thrusts gently.
I gasp; he's so big, and I honestly don't know how he'll manage to get all the way in without killing me in the process.
“Breathe for me, baby girl. We’ll take it slow. If anything hurts, tell me and we’ll stop. Give me a safe word, something I’ll recognize instantly, something that means stop and I will stop immediately.”
“I don’t know. My mind’s not in any state to think right now.” I tell him the truth.
He laughs softly, clearly satisfied with the way he’s unraveled my thoughts—how he’s overwhelmed my mind through the pleasure he’s poured into my body.
“Say, 'Red,' and we stop, no questions asked, no judgment. Okay?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I answer, and he pushes a little deeper inside me. He's big and thick, and while it's a little uncomfortable, it's not painful. Elijah pauses for a moment, as if waiting for my confirmation.
“Please don't stop. I'm fine. I promise.” my voice cracked with pleasure
“Good girl.” He nods and continues until he's completely inside me. “Fuck, baby, you're so tight, so perfect.” His voice is constricted.
My God, I feel so full.
I've never felt so much pleasure, just from having someone inside me.
"You feel so good. I feel so full," I say, my voice full of love and awe.
"Do you like being full with Daddy's cock?" he asks as he begins to move slowly, his movements slow, but steady.
"Yes, Daddy. Please." I moan begging, but I don't know what I’m begging for, or maybe my mind does know, because it makes my body move in time with his gentle thrusts, stirring something deep inside me—more ache than relief, more promise than satisfaction.
"What do you need?" His voice is low, rough with restraint. Full of need.
I try to answer, but the words stick in my throat. My body’s already speaking—hips lifting to meet him, fingers gripping his back, breath coming faster.
"I... need—"
But I can’t finish. The sensation swallows the thought.
He stills inside me, and the absence is maddening. "Say it," he murmurs, voice like velvet steel. "Use your words, Ava."
My eyes flutter open, meeting his—dark, patient, demanding.
I swallow hard. "I need you to move, I need you to fuck me, Daddy." I finally whisper, the confession cracking something open in me.
He exhales sharply, like he’s been holding himself back for hours.
"That's my girl."
And then he moves—deeper, fuller, like he’s giving me exactly what I asked for and everything I didn’t know I needed.
"That’s my good girl. That’s it… I love it when you ask Daddy for what you need."
His voice is molten, low and full of praise, each word sliding over me like heat.
"Because Daddy will always take care of his Good. Fucking. Girl."
Each word punctuated by a slow, deliberate thrust—deep and claiming—leaving no room for doubt, no space between the promise and the proof of it.
His movements become stronger, deeper. His lips kiss every inch of my skin he reaches. My hips meet his thrusts, moving in concert.
“Fuck, Ava, you're incredible. You feel better than I ever dreamed.” His breathing becomes labored.
“Daddy, I need… I can't…” My mind and body are so overwhelmed by the sensations and pleasure Elijah manages to give me that I can't form a coherent sentence.
“Do you need to cum?”
“Yes, please,” I beg.
“Cum for me, baby girl. Cum on my cock. Let me feel you break for me.”
One deep thrust and his words make me cum so hard I almost faint.
“Fuck, BABY!!! YOU'RE PERFECT!”
Even though I’ve already come—hard—my body’s still aching, still greedy. Everything inside me feels raw and open and needy.
And apparently, a few orgasms make me bolder.
“Please, please. Harder, Daddy.” I beg loudly.
Elijah doesn't waste any time. He pulls out of me, and a disappointed whimper escapes my throat.
Eli chuckles and flips me over. He lifts my ass in the air, kneels behind me, and runs his tongue from my clit to my asshole.
He licks my ass, and I never thought I could enjoy it.
No one has ever touched me there. But if I were to let anyone do it, it would be Elijah.
“One of these days, I'm going to claim this sexy, tight little ass. I'm going to claim every hole in your body. Understand, princess?” he asks between licks.
“Daddy!!!”
“There you go, my sweet, perfect baby. Daddy is going to fuck you so hard and so deep. In this position, you'll feel me deeper and so much more intense. If it gets too much, what will you say to Daddy?” he asks, standing up and positioning himself behind me. His cock is just about to enter me.
"Red," I reply, barely breathing.
"Such a good girl," he praises me.
Then he slams into me in one deep, brutal thrust—hard and without warning.
The scream that rips from my throat isn’t even human. It’s instinct. Raw. Wild.
He doesn’t give me time to adjust, doesn’t pause to soothe. He just takes me—exactly how he said he would. Hard. Relentless.
One hand digs into my hip, anchoring me in place, while the other wraps around my hair, yanking my head back just enough to bare my throat to him. I feel like I’m unraveling beneath him, every thrust driving me closer to something that feels like surrender and combustion all at once.
He pounds into me without mercy, and I lose track of everything but the way he fills me, claims me—owns me.
And then it hits.
Another orgasm tears through me, violent and consuming. I’ve lost count of how many he’s pulled from me tonight, each one sharper, deeper, more unbearable in the best way.
But this one—this one breaks something open.
I feel myself slipping, body shaking, vision swimming. A cry tears from my lips as I come so hard the world tips sideways, and then, Darkness.
I’m barely conscious when I feel him still moving, his thrusts erratic now. Desperate. A low groan. His release. The hot rush of him spilling inside me. Just like he promised. And then everything goes quiet. The world disappears, and I let it.