Chapter Eight
Ava
“Sugar, I’m not going anywhere, unless it’s inside of you,” he growled, sliding his coat off and tossing it onto the chair his brother had been sitting on. I smiled at the way he just erased him from the room. Then, I pushed off his suit jacket, wanting him naked like I wanted to breathe.
He smirked and dropped to the sofa, his hands gripping around the top of my hips and dragging me to him.
I straddled his perfectly thick legs, and my pussy landed right on his stiff bulge.
Goodness, it was just as large as I remembered.
I ached to feel it without anything between us.
We both had too many clothes on, which delayed all the dirty things I’d been dreaming about since Saturday.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow, sweetness,” he whispered against my throat.
I had already experienced what he could do to me with our clothes on and an audience.
Heaven only knew what pleasure he could unleash in me when sweat was the only thing between us.
My body heated up with his promise. He gripped me by my hair and pulled my mouth to his, kissed me roughly—nothing like the other day. No, this was the side we had to hide from the camera. The side that would have had us fucking on video.
I tilted my head slightly and winked. “In that case, the bedroom is this way.”
He scooped me up into his arms and carried me like I weighed nothing. A giggle erupted out of my chest from his antics. “Let’s finish what we started, baby.”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” He pushed through my bedroom door and then kicked it closed. Something about the swiftness only turned me on more. The heat washed over me. I wanted to fuck him so much that my panties were worthless and just a piece of messy cloth in the way.
“You better believe it because I’m not stopping until we’re both coming and you’re full of me,” he promised, taking my lips in another rough kiss.
I was so grateful that I wasn’t a complete slob and my clothes were put away. My bed wasn’t made, but that was even better. He laid me on the mattress and then lowered himself down. “I need to get what I wanted last time.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes, sweetness.” His hands skimmed up my legs and then grabbed the hem of my leggings.
I lifted my ass to help as he slid them down my body.
“Fuck, these panties have to go too, but for now they can stay.” He dropped to his knees and parted my thighs as he lowered his face.
I gasped as his mouth kissed my thigh. Lazily he moved upward, and then he kissed the gusset of the panties before pushing them to the side.
The stroke of his tongue across my slit was more than I remembered.
He continues to swipe at my pussy, sending my nerve endings insane. I panted out his name. “James, please don’t stop.”
“I’m not,” he grunted before he sucked on my clit. I cried out and threw my head back onto the pillow. He rubbed his thumb around my entrance and then pushed it in while he continued to lash at my clit. My legs shook and then I exploded, coming on his face.
“So sweet.” He wiped the wetness off his sexy scruff and then started to undress.
My mouth watered as I watched him. He stood in front of me in just his boxer briefs, his huge cock pushing out of the bottom edge.
I nearly melted to the bed. The man was going to tear me apart.
He was well hung and built strong. I licked my lips and slid up the bed, resting my head on the pillow.
“That’s a good girl. You’re going to need to be comfortable. I’ve been waiting days to get inside of you. Take off your top, Ava.” I sat up, unbuttoned the top, and watched the way he stared.
With a growl, he pounced fast. His boxers were gone, and he was on top of me. “Damn it, it’s time. Tell me you’re ready.”
“I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready for that, but I want it.”
“I’ll always give you what you want.”
“Promise?”
His blue eyes softened, and he nodded as he answered, “As long as I can.”
“Claim me, James.” He pushed his thick length inside me, and I absorbed the pressure as he took my virginity. We both gasped and groaned with the intrusion. Each inch filled me so much I thought he was fully in, but then he’d pull back and gently push deeper. “Oh lord, you’re insanely large.”
“It’s my lord, sweetheart, and thank you.
Every inch is just for you.” He smirked and then kissed my lips quickly before I could retort.
Not that I had anything to say—if he made me come again.
I’ll call him “my lord” in the bedroom. He was my damn king in bed.
He might even prove to be my king outside of bed.
I ran my hands through his thick, almost black hair and slid my tongue into his mouth.
His strong hand came up between us and played with my tits, rubbing my hard nipples.
“These are so perfect. You have no idea how badly I wanted to pull those cups down and do this.” He bent his head and then wrapped that talented mouth around my stiff peak, sucking it so intensely the pleasure shot to my pussy.
“Oh shit,” I cried out, my walls tightening as the intensity was too much.
“That’s good, sweet girl. One day there will be milk coming from here, and I’ll have to see if it’s as sweet as your pussy.
” I lost it. My orgasm shot off again like I didn’t just come for this man.
Would this always happen? Or was it because we were new?
Either way, I needed more. “You’re perfection, Ava. Sweet perfection.”
“James,” I screamed his name as I clung to him. My legs were wrapped around his waist. He growled and picked up his pace; his mouth went back to mine, and his moves became frantic, each thrust growing faster and harder.
“Ava, I’m coming.” He pinned me down as he came inside me. Every inch of our bodies were flush against each other. We clung to each other, sharing kisses. He wiped my hair away from my forehead. “Damn, Ava, that was amazing. You were amazing.”
“You were pretty fantastic.” He gently slid off me, and my pussy was a bit tender so I fought off a groan and a wince.
“Oh, shit, babe. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I think that comes with the territory for first timers, and probably with guys that have massive cocks,” I said, pointing to his semi hard cock that still looked big even though he wasn’t ready yet.
“Still, I should take care of you.”
“Can you hold me?”
“Always.” He slid an arm under me and pulled me to his side. We laid like that until the middle of the night.
“Sweetheart, I have to get ready for work. I’ve got a message from Elizabeth. Pictures are up and the video is as well.”
“Not the whole thing, right?”
“No. Here it is.” He played it on his phone. It was a twenty-second clip, and then it went to the perfume with a voice-over of James whispering, “A delicious treat.” He had said that on the camera, but we were so far away.
“How did they get that?” I gasped.
“I don’t know, but I’m going to have a word with Claude.” He was furious, and I covered myself as if it would help the exposed feeling washing over me.
“Look, I need to go to work, but I’ll deal with this. Other than that, everything looks great, so let’s not worry about it. You look amazing.” He growled.
“You don’t sound like you appreciate it.”
“I didn’t want you to do the photo shoot the second Elizabeth sent me your image. I didn’t want my woman to be the object of other men’s fantasies.”
“Well, look who that is right there. Do you know how many women are going to be ogling this gorgeous bastard all over New York and the world? I’m sure you’re going to become a hot commodity.
I’m going to have to carry a pry bar wherever we go.
You look like a man ready to devour a woman. It’s hot as hell.”
“I was ready to devour, and I want to feast on you again.” He smirked and reached out to caress my nipples.
“I need a shower, but later?”
“Yes. Besides, I need to get my ass going. I’m expected to be in the office soon. Be a good girl.” He bent down and I got on my knees on the bed to kiss him. When he broke our kiss, he shook his head and put his pants on. “Fuck, you are going to make me stay,” he grunted and forced himself away.
****
I sighed and stretched with a sly, catlike grin.
It had only been a day since James and I truly began our relationship after clearing the air.
He wanted to take me on a date tonight because he wanted everyone to see him with his future wife, as he put it.
It was a bit early for that title, and I blushed just thinking about it.
From the moment James stepped into my life, I turned into a fourteen-year-old, fantasizing about marrying my crush.
It was outlandish, but I couldn’t fathom anything else.
Especially when he kept filling my head with that nonsense.
My phone rang, and I quickly snatched it up, thinking that James was calling to tell me he missed me, but it wasn’t him. My father’s image popped up on the screen, and dread shot straight through me.
I almost let it go to voicemail, but then I’d have to listen to it and that might be worse, so I picked up on the last ring. “Ava, please tell me that’s not you,” he spoke with clenched teeth. There had been no mistaking that voice and tone I’d recognized my entire life.
I sat up against my headboard and tried to play it cool while I braced myself for the storm that was about to be set loose. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Father.”
“A nurse showed me a video on the internet,” he snarled at a dangerous level. His voice coiled with rage I’d only heard a couple times in my life, and each had been when he’d been ready to explode.
“Do you mean the ad?” I ask, my tone even and steady unlike my shaking hands.
“Yes, so it is you? I thought you worked in an office, and this is what you’re doing with your time. You’re lying to me and your mother.”