Chapter 45 #2
“And she will know that for the rest of her life, baby,” I assure her. “I promise you that, but you need to give her some room to find her own way.”
Ava frowns slightly, the wheels in her mind turning, processing what I am telling her.
I don’t say any of this to be cruel or to earn more of her attention.
There is no need to when I can simply take it.
But I need her to understand that if she doesn’t let up a little on her mother, she might do unintentional damage.
It is easy to see that Katherine loves and adores her daughter, but there are times her face twists with frustration, quickly followed by regret whenever Ava plasters herself to her mother’s side.
My little wife is excited to have her mother by her side, and there is nothing wrong with her enthusiasm, but the last time Katherine saw her daughter was when she was eleven.
The woman has been on her own since then, surviving abuse no woman should have to endure.
It doesn’t surprise me that Ava’s excitement rubs at her.
Ava’s chin quivers as she nods. She understands what I am saying, but it is hard for her.
She spent nearly her whole life fantasizing about her mother being alive, and now that wish has come true, and she wants to hold on to it for dear life.
Bringing her hand to my jaw, she utters the three words I will never tire of hearing.
“I love you.”
“No more hiding.” I glare down at her playfully, and she smirks, mischief lighting up her emerald eyes.
“Promise,” she whispers, and with a wicked grin, she begins tugging up my white shirt.
I sweep it over my head and watch her eyes trail hungrily over my chest and abs.
Licking her lips, she reaches out and runs her fingers over my muscles.
Closing my eyes, I relish the feel of her warm hands caressing my skin.
I can feel her tracing over my tattoos. The Vor stars on my shoulders that signify that I am a made man and bow to no one, the color spectrum of Russian prison tattoos I got during my stint in lockup.
I was fourteen at the time and served six months for armed robbery.
Rising to my knees, I straddle her and sit back on my heels while my hands drift beneath her nightshirt. I peel it away, slowly revealing the creamy expanse of her skin, until every inch of her was exposed to me.
“So beautiful,” I murmur, throwing the fabric aside to join my shirt on the floor.
Reaching down, I cup her pussy and push two fingers inside her heat.
Damn, so tight and wet. How have I gotten so lucky?
Ava moans, her hips shifting off the bed to thrust my fingers deeper inside of her.
I press my thumb to her clit, rubbing slow circles around the bundle of nerves.
“You like this, Red?” I whisper huskily. Her eyes meet mine, molten pools of hot desire, and nods. “Do you want to come on my fingers, good girl?”
Her light blush is barely visible in the darkened room, but I can see it tinting her cheeks as she bites her lip shyly and shakes her head.
“I’m not going to do anything unless you tell what you want, Ava.” She bites her lip harder as her breathing grows more rapid when I increase my strokes inside her cunt. “Come on, baby. Tell me what you want.”
When she still doesn’t respond, I remove my fingers from inside her. Ava mewls in disappointment, her eyes following my fingers, wet with her arousal.
“Suck,” I growl, bringing the fingers to her mouth. Ava opens her mouth obediently and sucks on my fingers, swirling her tongue around them like she would my cock.
“Please,” she whispers with my fingers still stuffed in her mouth. “I need you.” Her words, dripping with wanton desire, do something to me. I rumble low in my throat and roll onto my back so Ava is straddling me.
I quickly drop my sweatpants down to my knees, shove her panties aside, and spear the redheaded minx on my cock.
“Matthias!” she screams in pleasure when I bury myself balls deep inside her. “Fuck.”
“Ride me, baby.” I lick my lips and stare up at her, hands resting lazily on her hips. Ava wiggles around, setting herself where she wants to be. She plants her hands on my chest, using them and the power of her thick thighs to bounce herself up and down on my hardened cock.
“That’s it, baby,” I moan, throwing my head back into the pillow.
“Just like that.” Fuck, she feels so good I won’t be able to hold on for long.
Ava rides me like it is her job, ass slapping against my balls, her arousal drenching me.
The sounds of our fucking fill the room, and it is then I realize I must be in heaven.
This is heaven, and she is my angel.
“Jesus.” I sit up, lifting her off my cock despite her protests, and turn her around so she is facing away from me.
Ramming her back down on my cock, I take control.
The view of her ass bouncing before my eyes makes my dick grow harder and my balls ache.
“You’re perfect, baby,” I whisper to her.
“So fucking tight around me. Choking my dick like a fucking champ. Beg me to make you come.”
This time, she doesn’t hesitate before pleading with me to let her come.
“Make me come on your cock,” she moans. “Please, I need to come.”
Smirking, I slap one ass cheek, then the other, before running my thumb through the arousal leaking onto my stomach. She is still riding me hard, and I am thrusting up to meet her every time.
“Good girl,” I grunt and shove my thumb into her ass.
“Oh, god,” she screams as she clenches tightly down on my cock. I fuck her hard through her orgasm, my thumb still buried in her ass, plunging in and out in time with my dick.
“Shit, you clamp so hard on my dick when you come,” I breathe. My rhythm faltering as my pending release grows closer, and it isn’t long before I bury my cock deep inside her and let the waves of euphoria sweep over me.
Fuck, this is indeed heaven.