Chapter 8
eight
“Did you or did you not lie to me, Red?”
It isn’t really a question. I know she has.
Libby’s intoxicated state and the fact that the sisters are both covered in the neon glitter that comes with that fucking club Neon, tell me she has.
They had both been informed not to leave the penthouse without an escort and that they certainly weren’t to go clubbing.
It is dangerous with Christian out there looking for her, for one, and Libby is only nineteen.
I care less about the latter than the former.
Despite my anger, my cock aches as I look down at Ava lying on our bed, belly down, her skimpy ass dress riding up her legs. I can just see the bare crest of her ass peeking out from beneath the hem.
Fuck.
How many other men at the club did she give this view to?
“It’s my bachelorette party.” She smiles sleepily, her head resting on her folded arms. It is early morning, but I am too wired to go back to sleep.
“And you were told you could have it here,” I remind her darkly. Ava blows out her lips and swats an arm at me dismissively.
“You got to go out to the strip club,” she yawns. “At least I went to a place people keep their clothes on.”
Frustration bubbles beneath the surface, and I let out a pained groan as I shut my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. “I was at work, Ava, not out partying.”
The woman shrugs like it doesn’t matter, but I can sense the tension around her.
Is my little red jealous?
Climbing onto the bed, I grab her hips, pulling her toward me as I flip her on her back.
Her emerald eyes fly open, lust clouding them as she takes in my half-dressed state.
Her top teeth sink into her lower lip as she shyly spreads her pretty legs for me, exposing her sweet, delectable pussy to my gaze.
Ava has grown more confident sexually over our time together.
She is still often embarrassed, a pink hue dancing up her cheeks, but I wouldn’t give that away for the world.
Her innocence in the bedroom is refreshing.
“Now,” I tsk at her. My hands trail up her outer thighs, pushing the dress until it is scrunched at her waist, and I have a full, uninterrupted view of what is mine. “Do you honestly think you deserve a reward from me?”
Ava nods her head enthusiastically and I chuckle at how cute her eagerness is.
“Orgasms, please.” It is a demand. A sweet one, but a demand, nonetheless.
My palm slaps her pussy causing her to jolt and moan.
“You don’t own your orgasms, sweet red,” I remind her. “I do.”
My girl growls. She doesn’t like that statement.
Shedding my pants and boxers, I throw them to the side, unbothered by where they land.
Sex for me has always been something more clinical than passionate.
The one woman I chose to get close to when I was younger betrayed me and since then, all I have ever done is pump and dump, uncaring if the woman gets off or not.
Ava is different. She is my wife for all intent and purposes. I enjoy sex with her and want nothing more than to bring her to the height of pleasure.
Fisting my cock, I ask, “Who owns your orgasms, Red?” Ava glares at me before looking away, her nose in the air.
Brat.
Slowly, I stroke myself, the urge to plow into her is hard to resist but she needs to learn who is in charge. I let the fingertips of my free hand trail down her already slick slit. Bringing them to my mouth, I taste her arousal, sweet and decadent.
She cries out when I slap her pussy again. “Who owns your orgasms, Red?”
Burying her face in her hands she murmurs something I can’t quite hear.
“What is that?” I press my thumb down, putting pressure on her clit, rubbing it in slow, torturous circles.
“God,” she groans into her hands, arching into my touch.
“Not him, baby,” I laugh. “Show me your eyes.”
I pause my touch and wait for her to obey. Ava doesn’t hesitate to follow my command knowing I hold the key to her pleasure. Then again, she is always good at following orders in the bedroom, sweet as a kitten as she writhes and moans beneath me.
It is everywhere else that she fights me tooth and nail.
“Who owns your orgasms?”
Her pupils are blown wide with unrestrained desire. Her cheeks are flushed, her body squirming beneath me, seeking out contact.
“Tell me, sweet girl,” I encourage, lining my cock up with her entrance. I will lose control if I go any further.
“You do,” she whispers shyly. I smirk.
“Damn right I do.”
Ava cries out as I bury myself to the hilt inside of her in one long thrust.
“Fuck.” I rip her dress straight down the middle, exposing the rest of her milky white skin. Her nipples are already hard for me, diamond peaks ready to be bit and sucked.
“Move.” She plants her feet on the bed and thrusts upward to get me to shift. I smirk, holding her hips down to the bed.
Ava whimpers.
“You’re not in control here, Red,” I remind her. “You may be getting my cock instead of my belt, but don’t push me. There is still time for me to change my mind.”
Pouting, she brings her knees up to her chest and wraps her legs around my torso.
“Good girl.” I pull out and plow into her again. And again.
She screams my name, her nails digging into my shoulders, but I won’t be stopping.
I pivot my hips to fuck her deeper and harder.
Her sudden cry of pleasure causes me to smirk.
Bingo. I lean forward and take her hardened nipple into my mouth and bite down.
Ava lets her mouth fall open as she gasps for breath, the pain mingling with her pleasure.
“More,” she cries out, pulling her knees up further, letting her ankles drop from my back.
“Fuck you’re tight,” I groan, her slick juices coating my cock causing my hunger to deepen even further. I want her. Can’t get enough of her. Ava consumes every part of me, and it sends a thrill through my body knowing she is mine.
Only mine.
Moving to her left breast, I suckle her nipple in my mouth until she is groaning and writhing beneath me, her body arching into mine.
I am setting a brutal pace, nipping my way up her chest, sucking at her pulse point on her neck.
When I reach her mouth, I devour it. Lips, tongue, and teeth.
The two of us clashing together like thunder and lightning.
The kiss isn’t sweet. It’s animalistic and possessive.
Ava is meant to be mine.
“Oh, God.” She sobs when my thumb gently strokes her overstimulated clit. I want her to think of me tomorrow whenever she moves. I want her sore.
“Who owns your orgasms, Ava?” I whisper hotly in her ear, swiveling my hips. The tension is building in my balls and fuck I can’t hold back anymore. “Who owns you?”
“You do,” she breathes.
“What was that?” I pinch her clit.
“You do!” she cries louder. “Matthias.”
“Come for me, baby,” I pinch her swollen clit one last time, edging her over the cliff we are both hanging from. “Come with me.”
My balls pull tightly, my abdomen clenching.
She curses, tossing her head from side to side as she unravels beneath me.
The rhythmic pulse of her pussy sends me toppling off the edge with her.
Her cunt creams my cock as I slide feverishly in and out.
Her legs clamp around me as her orgasm sweeps over her again and again.
“Fuck, Ava,” I cry out her name as I explode inside of her. I thrust once more before I am completely lost to ecstasy.