Chapter Fourteen
A ll Pat had wanted to do was fuck his woman.
All he had wanted to do was to make love to his woman.
All he had wanted to do was be with his fucking woman.
He had to take care of club business, the dogs, the shooting, all of it, and now, he could finally be with his woman.
Ava was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He lived for her smile. Right now, with her naked and at his mercy, he knew she was special. No other man had touched her, seen her, tasted her, and that was all on them. Pat was not going to let her go.
With her pussy directly in his sight, he licked his lips and stroked his tongue right through her slit. This time, he slid right down and plunged into her cunt, knowing only his dick had been inside her.
He heard her feminine moan, and he drew his tongue out.
He went toward her clit and began to stroke it, massaging back and forth, then taking the tiny bud into his mouth.
The sounds she made from the touch of her pussy was making his dick so incredibly hard.
Before he sunk inside her, he was going to bring her to orgasm.
He looked up and watched as Ava reached out to steady herself against the wall. Her hand was clenched as she did this.
“Don’t fight it, let go. I’ve got you. I will never let you fall.” He went back to licking and sucking her clit, knowing she was getting closer.
Pat couldn’t resist sliding his fingers up the inside of her thigh, going toward her pussy, and then he didn’t hold back as he pushed two fingers knuckle-deep into her.
She cried out, and he felt her pussy ripple around his fingers, and he knew she was so close.
Focusing on her clit, he brought her to her first orgasm, and as she did so, she screamed his name, the sweetest sound he had ever heard.
He didn’t want to stop, but he also knew he wanted her next release to be on her bed.
He turned off the shower and stepped out of the stall.
Grabbing a towel, he quickly wrapped one around his waist, then took the second one to place around Ava.
He helped her out of the shower and began to dry her body, taking his sweet time as he did so.
Partway through drying her, Ava took over with his towel and began to dry him as well.
They were laughing, and he pulled her into his arms and once again carried her toward her bedroom. This time she didn’t complain, and as he placed her on the bed, she reached up and pulled him down with her. He collapsed onto her, but at the same time was careful not to squash her into the bed.
“I don’t want you to go,” she said, with a pout.
“Trust me, baby, I’m not going anywhere, and to prove his point, much like he had done in the shower, he started to kiss down her body.
They were now both dry, so he didn’t need to worry about her getting cold.
Her tits were on offer, the points hard, and he took each one in turn.
Ava arched up against him, and he moved to the second one.
He alternated between each nipple, and then he kissed down her body, going toward her pussy.
Spreading her legs, he opened the lips of her pussy, and he couldn’t help but release a groan, as he took her clit into his mouth.
She was already soaking wet from the orgasm he had given her in the shower, and he didn’t hold back. Sliding his tongue back and forth across that tiny nub, he then took her clit between his teeth and sawed, just a little, not to create pain, just a new kind of sensation, and it worked as well.
Ava wriggled beneath him, thrusting her pelvis up against him and screaming his name. The sounds she made echoed around the room, and he couldn’t get enough of them. He wanted her to always be moaning in pleasure.
Delving his tongue into her cunt, he thrust inside her a couple of times, then went back to her clit and focused on her nub. After her first orgasm, she was a lot more sensitive, and he made her ride that wave. It took longer to get her over the peak, which he did.
She arched up against him, and this time, before she had the chance to come down from her release, he moved between her spread thighs, and inch by inch, he began to sink inside her, going deeper with each thrust. Pat took hold of her hands, placed them on either side of her head, and thrust the final inches of his dick inside her.
He watched her gasp. He was not a small man in any way. She had taken all of his dick.
There was no more virginity between them. He searched her eyes for any sign of pain, and the moment he saw there wasn’t any, he felt relief. He didn’t want to cause her any pain.
Pat was not in a rush to just get it over with. With her cunt pulsing around his dick, he had no choice but to count to ten in the hope of keeping himself sane. It would be so easy to throw caution to the wind and just fuck her hard and fast. He wanted Ava to love every second of being with him.
There was nothing she had to compare it to.
Pat never realized how heady that feeling was—to know that his dick was the only one that had been inside Ava.
He shouldn’t care. He’d not been a virgin and certainly had never lived like a monk.
In the past, he had enjoyed women. It was only recently that had all changed. He’d changed.
There was a time, he knew deep in his soul, he wouldn’t have been good for Ava. He still knew, on a certain level, Ava was better than him. But he also knew how precious she was, and how fucking lucky he was, and he was the only one who had the skills and ability to take care of her.
Leaning down, he took possession of her lips, then slowly started to rock within her.
Pulling his dick out of her pussy, and then, inch by glorious inch, he eased inside her.
Going deeper. Kissing her lips, exploring her mouth, he took his time, feeling every inch, loving the sensation of her cunt rippling around his dick, as the aftershocks of her own release rushed through her body.
Ava moaned, and he swallowed it down. She met him, thrust for thrust, as he began to speed up, driving in harder and deeper, not wanting to let go, and then he knew they were at the point of no return.
He needed to come. It went from need to desperation.
Holding her in place, he fucked her harder, driving in deeper, and then he came, hard, filling her.
He hadn’t worn a condom, and he knew he probably should have done so. His orgasm seemed to go on and on, and as it did, he held her, knowing there was a chance he had made her pregnant.
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T he following morning , Ava did not move a muscle. Before Pat had fallen asleep last night, he had given her a demand—not to leave the damn apartment, no sneaking off—and she was hoping Bernice didn’t need to use the bathroom. She had not moved to use the bathroom herself.
Instead, she laid in bed, stared at Pat, and couldn’t help but smile at just how peaceful he looked. She knew, because he had told her, that he didn’t sleep well. The two nights they had slept together, he seemed to be so peaceful.
“Are you always up this early?” Pat asked.
She couldn’t help but smile. “You’re awake.”
“Your staring woke me.”
This made her laugh. “You’re so funny.”
He opened his eyes, and she couldn’t resist leaning over and giving him a kiss.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Are you an early riser?”
“Yeah, I have been since I was a kid.” She leaned back and rested her head on her hand. “Is that going to be a problem? Is that a deal-breaker?”
“No, not even close.”
“What would be a deal-breaker?” she asked.
Pat chuckled. “If you snored.”
She gasped. “That is so rude.” She loved to hear his chuckle, though.
“What do you have to do today?” he asked.
“Not much, to be honest. I’ve got to take Bernice out, make us some breakfast, and then I usually go to the shop, help Mom and Violet. You know, the usual. I don’t have to do it.”
“Until I say otherwise, I’d like you to be around people,” Pat said.
“Okay.”
“Okay, you’re not going to argue with me?” he asked.
“Why would I do that? To be honest, I don’t like being alone.
It’s why I have the two jobs, although my first one is mainly volunteering, and I get to hang out with my mom and sister.
The second, well, that just entertains me and tires me out.
Also, Lauren really does have a hard time keeping staff.
” She shrugged. “I’m her longest employee. ”
“I bet she appreciates that.”
“Yeah, I know she does. She is always so shy.” Ava sighed.
Pat reached out and gripped the back of her neck, pulling her in close and kissing her.
“Morning breath!” Ava said, pulling away but not truly fighting to get away.
He laughed. “I don’t give a shit.” And he kissed her again. “How about I take Bernice out, you get started on breakfast?”
“You are on,” she said.
They climbed out of bed, and Ava went to the bathroom. Pat joined her, splashing some water onto his face. She finished using the toilet, flushing, washing her hands, and he went. It felt so domesticated. Ava loved it.
After washing her hands, she brushed her teeth and then got into brushing her hair. Back in the bedroom, she was quickly getting dressed, and Pat kissed her on his way out the door.
Bernice followed behind him, and Ava got changed into a pair of jeans, a loose top, and carried a sweater out to the main part of her apartment. She went to the kitchen, filled the kettle with water, and placed it on the stove.
She checked the fridge, finding some bacon and eggs, along with some milk.
Closing the door, she checked her small cupboard, which she considered a tiny pantry, complete with flour and sugar.
Pancakes, bacon, and eggs. She perused her fridge and shelves to see if she had any maple syrup, which she didn’t.
She had normal syrup, and that would have to do.