Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-nine
Ava
It’s Sunday morning and we’re lounging lazily in bed after another marathon sex session. My pussy is going to need a vacation soon; no amount of cranberry juice can counteract the pounding River constantly gives me. I think I’ve had more sex these past couple weeks than I have my entire life.
“We need to tell our parents.”
I knew this was coming, that he’d bring this up, it doesn’t make it any less daunting, though. I really don’t want to have a conversation where I tell my father I’m fucking the man he views as a son.
Nope, not my idea of a good time.
“Please, not just yet,” I groan. “I don’t think I’m ready to share us, we’ve not been together long enough to do the whole meet the parents’ thing.”
“It’s a little different in our case, pipsqueak, and this isn’t something we should keep from them.”
His logic is unwelcome right now. I don’t want to have to think about our parents and what their reactions could be.
“I’ve got an event next weekend; it’s going to be our biggest one yet. Let me get that out of the way and then we can have this discussion again.”
“Okay, but we can’t put it off forever. Am I invited?” It takes me a second to work out his subject change.
“You’d actually want to come?” I can’t help the surprise in my voice.
“Is that a serious question?”
“Yeah, I mean, it’s a charity work event, I can’t exactly imagine it would be fun for you.”
“Don’t do that. Don’t put yourself or what you do down, and don’t make decisions for me either.
One, it’s a weekend, we spend them together as often as we can; and two, this is your charity, baby, I’m so fucking proud of what you do.
Of course I want to come and support you, support the charity, support those kids. ”
“Then, yes, I’d love to have you there.”
“It’s a date,” he smirks at me just before his lips close over my own. His tongue thrusts past my lips and claims my mouth just like he’s claiming every other part of me. “Fuck,” he groans against me. “I want to fuck your mouth, baby.”
“You just want me to do that thing with my finger again.”
“Fuck, yes,” he rasps.
I push him onto his back and sit up so my face is hovering over his cock, his very hard cock. His finger strokes down the column of my throat.
“You know what I want, pipsqueak, you’re going to swallow every fucking inch of it.”
I love bedroom River — dominant, demanding, in control — he’s fucking hot.
I spit a stream of saliva onto the head of his cock and use it to lube his shaft. My hand glides up and down him as I lower my head and take his tip into my mouth.
“Baby, that feels so good,” he moans as I take more of his length.
I gradually work his cock into my mouth and down my throat, relaxing as much as I can so I can take him deep. It’s not easy, River’s cock is big; it’s not only fat but long as well, which makes blowjobs hard. I gag around him as I work him in and out of my mouth.
“That’s it, take it all. I love to hear you choking on my cock.”
His fingers weave into my hair and grip my scalp, holding me down as he thrusts his cock into the heat of my mouth.
My hand, that’s not wrapped around his cock, cups his balls and gives them a firm squeeze, and I feel his cock jump in my mouth.
I give his balls one more firm tug and then slide my finger back, over that ridged skin and towards his ass.
He moans in anticipation, knowing what’s coming.
I tease him first, circling that tight ring of muscle but not quite entering it. His hips shift under me, his cock twitches in my mouth again, and again; he’s not able to control this and it’s driving him mad.
“Fuck, baby, just give it to me,” he bites out.
I lift my eyes to his face and find him staring directly at me, his pupils blown, his cheeks flushed and his mouth parted as he gasps his breaths.
I wink at him as I thrust my finger inside him.
His mouth drops open and a savage sound is ripped from his throat. I don’t think he’s ever looked hotter.
“I’m going to fucking paint you with my cum,” he growls as I continue to finger him while I suck on his cock.
His hands fist my hair and pull my mouth from him with a wet pop. With a grunt, he flips me onto my back and straddles my hips as he fists his angry looking cock.
“You’re going to look stunning coated in my cum,” he rasps as the first jet shoots from him.
My gaze is riveted to the way his stomach muscles contract with every spurt of cum he releases onto me. My hands find my breasts, massaging the sticky liquid into my skin, and his eyes widen as his head drops forward and another animalistic groan rumbles from him.
“I fucking love you, pipsqueak.”