by Pamela Ann
“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 around 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 27
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 past, 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.
I had a second or two to decide what to do. I could very well make a scene to prove a point, or I could walk out of there and figure this out later on. Better yet … yeah, the third option was much better.
Directing my gaze at Ava, I controlled the simmering jealousy that ricocheted through me. “You have three minutes to wrap this up. I’ll be waiting for you outside, lovely wife of mine.”
Unblinking, I didn’t pay a glance to either of them before I walked out the door, straightening my tie as I took out my car keys. Thank goodness I had driven today because I needed some time alone with Ava to discuss her lunch date. Taking my phone out, I texted Grant to tell the rest that I had to dash and take care of something rather important and will see them back at the office in an hour’s time.
Checking my watch, I noted the time as I kept glancing at the doors, waiting for her hasty exit. Two minutes had passed, and she wasn’t coming. The back of my neck became heated while my body tensed, debating what to do next if she didn’t come out as I had demanded.
Ten seconds past the three minutes, she breezily walked out the door, scouting for any sign of me. The instant she spotted me, she immediately looked away, her eyes downcast as she made her way towards me.
“Get in,” I said as I opened the door for her. Once she was inside, I closed it before rounding the car to get into the driver’s seat.
I didn’t glance towards her as she sat quietly, withdrawn. I started the engine, and it roared angrily, as if making it known how powerful it was. Driving a powerful sports car that could cruise up to four hundred kilometers an hour had its advantages when one was in a rush and trying to avoid traffic.
I wasn’t sure where I was heading, but I needed to drive swiftly until I could find the perfect spot to talk to her without being too far from the office. After all, I still had a meeting to attend to in an hour’s time.
Once I had found the perfect spot behind a private building, I parked in the alleyway that led to a small garden with enough trees to give us privacy. I took a loud breath before killing the engine as I stared at the dashboard.
“I’m going to say this once. I expect you to explain what I just witnessed in that restaurant.” My emotions were running amuck, and I couldn’t differentiate any of it, because I was too livid and too caught up with Ashton’s hands holding hers to think coherently.
When she didn’t immediately respond, I bit the bottom of my lip as I loosened my tie. I felt like the bloody thing was suffocating me, making it much harder to think.
“There’s really no point of being jealous, Reiss. Didn’t last night prove that?”
There is every point.
“You were letting him touch you! I could only be thankful that none of my associates knew you’re my wife, or else I would’ve been greatly humiliated by your thoughtless actions! Ashton knows that you married me, so you letting him touch you only gives him encouragement to keep trying to win you back. Is that what you want, Ava? Do you want to go back to him?”
“Are you trying to be rid of me?” A sob caught in her voice. “You use me, and the second you’re done, you couldn’t care less about what happens to me. Well, fine, I’m not going to stand in your way. I’ll be out of the house by the time you come home t
onight.”
She was about to yank the door open when I pressed the lock button, far from done discussing this with her.
“Open the bloody door, Reiss!”
I wanted to throttle her and demand what the hell was going on in that pretty head of hers. I hadn’t expected her to say those things, and I was too caught off guard by her words to have a clue what to say next. I expected this conversation to be about what had happened at the restaurant and for us to agree we’d openly tell each other if we were about to dine with anyone in particular. Her irrational response wasn’t what I’d had in mind—far from it. She had gone off the rocket with that one.
“I swear, I am done with you! You used me. Last night, I gave you something I hadn’t thought of giving anyone, and I did all of that because I love you. But this blasted love is pointless, because you’re a heartless swine. All you care about is hurting me. Well, you’ve done a splendid job at making me weep, again.” She paused before reaching out to grip my face with her hand, nails digging into my skin as she scathingly studied my face. When I tried to look away, she let out a harsh sound. “Look at me, you coward! Take a bloody look at me!”
I reluctantly did before immediately feeling inept.
“I’m hurting … so please, open the door and let me go,” she begged, her eyes furiously shedding tears.
Without blinking, I felt her pain digging itself into my soul.
“Sorry, but I can’t do that. You’re not going anywhere. Not today, not tomorrow, and most assuredly not until this shit is over. You cry foul when I kindly asked you to tell me what was behind your date with Ashton? Is that so wrong, Ava? Why throw what happened last night in my face? Last night’s events have nothing to do with right now. I need to know what is going on between you two, or it’ll drive me mad trying to figure out what went on between you two.”