Then she’ll get fucked.
“You want me to fuck you, Ava?” I lean in, dragging my nose across her shoulder and up her throat to her ear. “Want me to make you come?”
Ava moans when I lick the sensitive skin of her neck, just behind her ear.
“Fuck, you taste so damn good,” I murmur. My hands slide down her backside, squeezing her ass before I lift her. Ava’s legs wrap tightly around my waist. Her small hand snakes behind myneck, fingers tangling in my hair as she yanks me forward, her mouth crashing into mine in a fevered kiss.
I groan into her mouth as she rolls her hips against mine, forcing me to slip an arm around her to keep her steady. Ava is sin personified. The holy grail of women. I’m not a fool, there’s no mistaking that my wife is every man’s wet dream.
“Please.” She pulls away, her lust-thick voice strained. Her mouth drops to my neck, nipping and biting lightly as I spin on my heel and shove through the range door into a small recreational room. I slam the door shut behind us and drop Ava to her feet.
She looks up at me, pupils blown wide as she takes in my nearly feral state. My chest rises and falls rapidly as anticipation coils tight in my gut.
Her throat bobs as I stalk toward her, my eyes tracking every minute movement with predatory focus. I grab her by the waist, turning her until her back is flush against my chest.
My hands roam her clothed body, pinching and grabbing the soft skin beneath. Without a word, I bend her over the arm of the couch, one hand tangling in her ginger hair.
With a flick of my fingers, her pants are unbuttoned. Seconds later, they’re shoved down to her knees along with her panties. I strip my jeans next, the jingle of my belt buckle makes Ava’s thighs clench, and a low chuckle slips from my chest.
You won’t be getting that, little girl.
Not anymore.
I tighten my grip in her hair, forcing a whimper from her lips as I keep her from looking at me. This isn’t about us. It’s just sex. Watching her come will shatter my resolve, it always does. Ava is breathtaking when she comes.
She mewls, pushing her ass back into me as I drag my fingers along her seam.
Christ. She’s already soaked.
I circle her clit before shoving two fingers inside her. She moans wantonly as I fuck her with my hand, curling my fingers just enough to make her gasp.
Without warning, I line myself up and thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt.
Ava yelps at the sudden intrusion. When she tries to turn her head, I hold her firmly in place, slapping the outside of her thigh in reprimand.
“You don’t get to look at me, Ava,” I hiss, gripping her ass as I roll my hips, stretching her, making sure she’ll feel me for days.
She whimpers, eyes squeezing shut as I pull out until only the tip remains inside her.
“You want to be fucked, Ava?” I ask. She doesn’t answer.
I slam back into her, ripping a scream from her lips before it melts into a moan.
“Answer me!”
“Yes!” she cries, trying to move, but I don’t let her.
“Stay still,” I growl, pulling out again until barely inside. “You’re not in control here. I am. Now tell me you want me to fuck you.”
She growls beneath me, silent but shaking.
“Tell me, Red,” I snap, slapping her other thigh. “Or I leave you wanting.”
“Please, Matthias,” she snarls. “Fuck me.”
“Good girl.”
I drive into her again, relishing the pleasure-pain tinge in her cry. I pound into her relentlessly, pushing her deeper over the couch until she’s nearly folded in half.
