by Pamela Ann
God, I hated seeing her cry. It played havoc with my emotions. I begrudged the fact that it seemed to be working in her favor once more.
“Ava, please, there’s no need for tears.”
She hid her face, trying to control her sobs. “I caaan’t…” She hiccupped. “I can’t seem to stop crying.”
I pulled her towards me, placing her head against my chest as I stroked her hair. “Hey, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
I was a bastard. What had I been thinking? She was probably exhausted and stressed out, not to mention that she was in a new house, pregnant, and very hormonal.
“Ava …” I let out a breath, holding her close, feeling as if the world somehow disappeared, and the only thing I could see, feel, and touch was her. Each time she sniffed, I felt like even more of a heel. “I’m sorry for doing this to you. Had I known you’d end up in tears … I’m sorry; I truly am.” I couldn’t even remember when the last time I had said I was sorry to anyone was, but right that instant, I felt compelled to, because her ceaseless cries were tearing something inside me, making me hurt merely by listening to it.
Ava wedged away just enough to look me in the eye, appearing like I had robbed her of her world. “It’s how you feel, and you’re entitled to it. Don’t say sorry if you don’t mean it. It makes the whole thing much worse.”
Her cheeks had splotches of red on them, her button nose was pink from sniffing, her lips were swollen from biting her lip in the attempt to stop the sounds of her sobs, and her eyes were glassy from tears. I swallowed the dryness behind my throat as I stared at her. She looked downright distraught, yet all I could think at this very moment was how innocent and gullible she looked; it was borderline angelic.
This face had haunted me for years without letting up. With one look at her, I seemed to have gotten lost again. She was the woman I had fallen so hard for, vowing I would love her until my last breath. She had been it—the be all, end all for me.
Taking her in, I let my mind and emotions take over, and before I knew it, my hand had snuck behind her nape, pulling her towards me as I situated her so she was straddling me. Then, I sealed my lips with hers, savoring her passion and her declared love for me. I grunted her name, letting myself go as I engaged with her on all levels, readying to climb the peaks with her.
Cupping her silky bottom, I gripped it hard as I slightly parted the perfect globes, needing more intimate access to her sensitive areas. She moaned, giving in without thought as my trouser-covered, hard cock pressed against her wanton cunt. I could feel the heat emanating from it, and my mouth salivated at the thought of its wetness, dripping slowly, effortlessly, naturally lubricating itself for mating.
She arched forward and rocked across my hardness as she avariciously took pleasure from it. Palming her breasts, I pressed them together. I then stuck out my tongue and lavished on both of her pebbled nipples as I hungrily worshipped the woman who was setting my cock—my entire existence—on fire. She ravaged the very essence of my soul until I was bare and unprotected from the rabid hunger and the volatile emotions that instantaneously possessed me. I felt it all. The fire kept burning, fueling the unquenchable hunger that kept wanting more of everything—anything—Ava could offer.
I could literally taste my surrender on my tongue as I kissed her thoroughly. Desperately. I parted from her swollen lips before letting my head fall back against the seat cushion. I lifted her up, making her gasp in shock. My ravenous appetite was at its tipping point; my tongue could almost taste her delectable pussy.
“Go on. Sit on my mouth, love. Ride me with everything you’ve got, babe.”
She looked skeptical. “But I—”
“Ride. My. Mouth. Trust me, you’re going to love it. You were adventurous once—now’s the time to unleash that dirty side of you once more. Give me the best you can do.”
Her face lit up before she slowly moved, kneeling in the middle of the sofa. She gradually reclined back, tilting slowly until her pussy locked on my lips as I rested my head back on the couch. She wiggled her hips, trying it out before she let out a pleasurable sound.
“Fuck …” she hissed before she angled a tad forward to hold onto the back of the sofa. As she rode my face, her sweet juices endlessly flowed. She took control and let herself loose, as if depraved of pleasure for too long. Throwing her head back, she bit her lip as she screamed as hard as she could, giving me the best she could offer as my tongue lapped up her honeyed cream.
Panting heavily, she seemed out of it before I gave her delicious bottom a good spank, and then I lifted her up so I could position myself behind her. She didn’t move an inch; her legs were still parted, hands gripping the end of the sofa.
Regulating my breathing, I gripped my cock with my left hand and pumped it a few times as my eyes gravitated towards her parted arse and swollen cunt lips.
“Bloody fuck, I’m going to own your body tonight, sweet wife.” Moving forward, my cock perfectly angled towards her opening. Resting half of my rigid length against her hot core, I let out an animalistic sound before my hand reached around her neck, arching her forward against my body while her bottom stayed in place. “How long do you want me to worship your impoverished pussy, love?”
“Until you no longer can,” she panted out the words, sounding as if she was completely aroused from the anticipation of my cock.
Unhurriedly, I thrust my dick forwards in short, teasing lengths, slipping it against her soaking wet lips, gliding over her entrance. “Do you like the feel of my cock against your pussy, Ava? Is this what you’ve been craving—what you’ve been so miserable without since I walked away?” The question shot out of my lips. I grunted them into her neck while I steadfastly drove us to more pleasurable heights.
“You feel magnificent. Powerful. Furious. Marvelous. Exceptional. You owned me then, and you own me now. No man can compare to what you do to me. What you evoke, no man could come close. Let me make amends. Take whatever you can, however you want it. I’m yours, nothing will ever change that.”
My heart galloped, pounding against my chest as I listened to her. “Are you really mine?” I hissed out as I rhythmically thrust against her little nub.
“Yes!” she answered without thought as she pushed her arse out for more. “Yes. Yes. Fuck yes!”
With my hand still loosely holding the base of her neck, I let her back press against my chest before my other hand guided my cock into her willing entrance, powerfully pushing into its tightness with one swift movement. I heard her take a deep breath, stilling from the immediate rush it gave both of us.
As much as I wanted to immediately fuck her, I wanted to feel the pulse of her pussy, matching with the throbbing force of my own cock.
“Doesn’t this feel perfect?” I breathed out, feeling out of my depth while I gently pulled away from her pussy’s fitted-glove-like suction, making all my blood rush to one place as my balls tightened. My body shivered, ready to charge forward and take control of her body. It was a clear indication that, if I went any further, I might not be able to stop myself from going berserk and pounding her cunt. “Ava … I’m apologizing ahead of time, but I—I need you. If I’m going too hard, please tell me, because I might not realize it,” I confessed, feeling like I was about to lose control. “Forgive me …” Those were the last words I said before my shaft took reign and started to pound her tight core.
She let out a shrieking sound as she came hard on my driving cock. Barely tapping the hunger that roared into my veins, I let her neck go before I pressed my hand against her back, moving her forward so I could watch the beauty of our sexes meeting. I loved seeing how my cock would expand a woman’s tiny entrance to accommodate my thickness. It was a raw beauty I certainly appreciated.
Everything about her was perfection to me; she was the epitome of the word. And I wanted to show how grateful I was that she was letting me do everything I wanted to her supple body.
With one hand, I gripped her hips, while the other hovered a
round her arse. My eager thumb found its way towards her puckered entrance, tracing the crowned ridges of the surrounding skin before I dipped my thumb inside her pussy whilst my cock religiously fucked it. Curving it back towards the anal canal, I searched for her other g-spot, needing both holes to work together, giving her double the pleasure.
“That’s it, love. Set yourself free. Let it consume you,” I rasped out as I watched her go bonkers, as if she didn’t know whether to scream or shake when another orgasm washed over her.
Christ, the things we could do to each other …
The Ava I used to know had always been willing to let me do anything to her, though at that time, I had curbed my appetite, because I was scared it might push her away. However, tonight, there were no boundaries I wasn’t willing to cross.
After her release, I kept going, hammering her cunt until I knew I was close to my own relief. Right then, I pulled out of her before I progressively entered the other entrance. She immediately cried out, feeling the painful sting of her sphincter being stretched open, widening to cater to my thickness. She remained still, breathing rapidly as I gradually advanced deeper into her canal.
Studying her reaction, I instantly knew she hadn’t done this. The possessive beast in me utterly rejoiced at knowing this. I wasn’t entirely sure why I was so ecstatic at the thought since this wasn’t the first time a woman had given me their other virginity, but this was Ava. I chose to let that be explanation enough.
Only halfway into her, I took a momentary stop as I let her get used to the feeling of having me there. When her breathing started to decline to a regular pattern, I used my middle finger to reach around her and sought out her clit. Massaging it in circular motions, I waited for her body to start relaxing before I started to move my cock. Each stroke felt like it was robbing me of breath. I felt connected to her in ways I hadn’t dreamed existed. The sex became ethereal. It became a gateway for us to connect and bond without words. She trusted me, giving me unlimited access to her sacredness, withstanding the pain that came with it.
It might sound shallow to some; however, when it came to us men, everything boiled down to the basics—the basic needs. Sex was vital to our nourishment. It enriched us on all levels. Especially with such amazing chemistry like I had with Ava. It became something different altogether—an emotion I didn’t want to explore at the moment.
Letting myself go to experience the magic that our bodies were weaving together, I slipped my finger into her pussy entrance, hooking it right on the perfect spot before I picked up the pace, drilling her harder.
A rumbled sound started in my chest, vibrating all over me as my balls tightened, climbing the peak to completion. A harsh, cutting sound came out of my lips when I felt the first spurt of my semen unloading into her. Her entrance gripped the base of dick as if choking it, merely adding to the out of this world sensation I was already experiencing. Behind my lids, I saw stars sparkling bright as they danced, making my head spin as the sensation engulfed me. Ropes of my seed spurted furiously, and it felt like it would never end.
Once I was emptied, I sagged and leaned forward to kiss the base of her neck, feeling complete.
“Thank you … for letting me have you,” I murmured as I felt my heart constrict.
I was in danger of stepping into a landmine of emotions I had tried to stay away from. But, after tonight, I was done resisting her. I was done trying to put hatred into the void of wanting to feel her body against mine. I had fought a good fight, yet it was time to shred the old and look into the future—our child.
Whatever happened tomorrow, I was done denying myself. Time would tell what direction we were heading. However, for the mean time, I was happy to be here with Mrs. Ava Chambers.
Chapter 152
Reiss
“How’s the missus?” I directed the question at Grant McCombs, who was in town for the weekend to attend the annual board meeting for the company’s branch in Hong Kong.
He grinned, shaking his head before taking a sip of his chilled wine. “It’s been three months since she gave birth to our precious Matilda, but she won’t be persuaded to leave her side. Her parents are practically living with us because they are both just as eager to care for their first grandchild, but my wife … she’s having such a tough time separating herself from the baby.” There was light in his eyes when talking about his family. I wondered if I would ever have the same when talking about my own.
The thought threw me off guard, causing me to ponder what the bloody hell was going on with my head. After last night’s passionate activities, the mere thought of Ava made my cock ache. Someday soon, I had better quench some of this craving for her, or I’d end up attached to her like a bloody horny schoolboy.
Grant and a few others were here for the annual meeting lunched together to get caught up on news about the other branches and, of course, talk about their personal lives. I believed it was essential to get to know the people who were in charge of the different branches on a personal and professional scale. A man could learn a lot about what their true nature was whilst talking about their personal lives. I entrusted these men to run my company, representing my brand in a global community, and it was my responsibility as the head of the company to make sure everything ran smoothly.
These men never hesitated to call me when something had gone awry in their branches, or if they needed advice about what to do in their personal lives. A few had contemplated divorce when they got distracted from overeager younger women who were chasing after them and demanding they separate from their wives. That particular problem was wholly common around wealthy businessmen who got easily caught up with a young beauty who was ready to bend to their will as long as they supplied them with an allowance.
When I received those calls, them telling me they had left their wives and had moved out of their home, I usually tried to tell them to take it slow and let the sudden urge run its course before making such a drastic measure as divorcing their wives and abandoning their children in lieu of the new thrill they had found.
Some might think it was unethical of me to secretly intrude on their marital affairs; however, I believed men sometimes—most of the time—failed to think rationally before throwing caution to the wind. Men had a major tendency to become stupid. However, these were good, hard working men, and they simply needed a good reality check that other men could very well take their place if they carelessly and willingly threw their family away because of a young arse waltzing into their lives who was willing to please their sexual desires.
Therefore, testing their decisions, I would secretly hire an actor or two to pursue the neglected wife in a harmless fashion. Taking them out to dinner or occasionally being there to listen to their woes would do the trick. Once the strayed husband got a whiff of the news, something would instantly click, and in a matter of days, they would plead back in, wanting to reconcile and make amends for their sins.
The intrusive trick usually patched things for them, and if it did the trick, I knew it was worth it, because I truly believed good management started in a loving home. A good working man always had a good woman supporting him in the background. It allowed for me to feel secure that the company branches scattered all over the globe were safe and being run by men who could truly focus on what was at hand and what was needed to improve. Those appointed men were specifically chosen by myself, knowing they had the potential to make it work and succeed in the global field.
Claude Bonnet was looking at me expectantly, and I merely frowned at him. I hadn’t caught what he was asking.
“Beg your pardon, Claude?” I kindly asked.
“I was asking if your scheduled visit to Montreal next month is still taking place.”
Christ, that was next month? It had slipped my mind. “Of course. If there are any changes, we’ll call ahead of time. My secretary will be in touch with yours in regard to my arrival.”
The rest of the men then started to discuss the women I had dated in the pas
t, wondering who I’d take as my companion on my travels. Little did they know that I was married, although I wasn’t ready to openly admit that. It was a temporary arrangement; subsequently, I didn’t see the need to broadcast it.
Zoning out of their conversation, I finished the half-filled wine glass just as something caught my attention through my peripheral vision. In the far corner of the restaurant was the cozier, “intimate” section, and there sat Ava. Sitting across from her was her newly divorced husband who was holding onto her outstretched hand on the table while both of his thumbs caressed her skin as they engaged in what appeared to be a very deep conversation.
The unforgettable feeling of my blood pressure spiking up rushed into my head and into my beating heart as if I was having a heart attack. My chest started to hurt like mad, yet I couldn’t tear my gaze off the intimate ex-couple.
We were barely past day one, and my wife was out seeing her ex-husband. Great, just bloody fucking great. Though Ava appeared to be calm, engrossed in the conversation, her body language didn’t seem overly eager to be near him. That was splendid; still, I wasn’t simply going to sit here and let the bastard have a chance at winning her back. I was done dealing with him, and I’d best get a move on if I wanted him gone and banished from our lives.
I muttered an excuse to call someone and strode towards their table as I flexed my hand, wondering what I was going to do next. Then, when I heard her infectious laugh, I almost lost it. Right there. In the middle of a restaurant during lunch rush.
Before reaching their table, Ava caught sight of me making my way towards them, and she immediately looked like a deer caught in the headlights before drastically pulling her hand away and hiding it underneath the table.
God, why does she look so guilty? I started to worry, but upon reaching them, Ashton’s dastardly attitude irked me the wrong way.
“Do you not see that you’re interrupting a private conversation, Chambers?” he snapped at me, infuriated.