Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Pat cupped her tits, working the nipples, massaging them within his palms, and then he pinched the tips. He continued to heighten her arousal, then he let go of her breasts, grabbed her hips, and she cried out as he slammed every single inch of his dick deep inside her.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he said.
It felt so good. She knew she was close to orgasm.
Pat held himself within her, but not for long. He began to ease out of her pussy, until only the tip of his cock remained. Then, he slammed back in. He did this several times. Each thrust deep within her had her gasping for more. She wanted him to keep going. The angle made him so deep, touching parts of her that took her breath away.
“That’s it, baby,” he said. “Take all of my cock. Take it all.”
She didn’t want to hold back, then he let go of her hip and she whimpered, wondering if he was about to stop. This pleasure was on the next level.
“Come for me, Ava. Come on my cock,” he said.
He worked her pussy, and Ava tried to hold back, to make her orgasm last, only Pat was the master and she merely his servant.
She came and as she did so, it was hard as she rocked back onto his length. This time, he didn’t stop her but held her throughout her orgasm. Each second that passed, he drained every drop from her, and when it was over, with just the aftershocks remaining, he took control.
Pat showed her exactly how he wanted to fuck her. He did so by thrusting hard and deep within her, fucking her higher and higher.
She screamed his name as it felt so good, she didn’t want him to stop. This was better than anything she could have ever imagined. His name spilled from her lips and echoed around the walls.
She felt the change within him as he started to go faster, and then his cock seemed to thicken, and she felt every pulse as he came deep inside, flooding her pussy. Pat held her in place, and after it was over, he pulled out, lifted her in his arms, and before they even moved, he kissed her.
She loved this man, loved him so damn much. It didn’t matter what he asked of her, she would do it.
Chapter Sixteen
Pat had never had such a rested sleep before in his life. Opening his eyes, he already knew Ava was awake. She didn’t sleep for long, and was always an early riser. Glancing toward her, he saw her sweet, soft smile.
“Good morning,” she said.
He didn’t respond, but reached out, gripped the back of her neck, and pulled her close. Last night, he had expected nightmares after killing Solomon. That man had been linked to his past, and in truth, he never expected that to come leaking into the present. He never intended to see him again. Now, that man was dead.
The cartel was using people, offering them rewards, and then killing them once the job was done. They did it to that single mother, they did it to the mechanic. The only question was, where were they going to hit next?
Kissing his woman, he pushed that fucked-up shit out of his mind. Being with Ava kept the nightmares at bay. Not once had he woken up, nor had a bad dream.
“Morning breath,” Ava said again, breaking from the kiss.
“I don’t care.”
Ava laughed.
Bernice whimpered and Pat frowned.
“It’s after eight,” Ava said. “She’s getting pretty desperate and you asked that I never leave your bed, so I stayed, and now she really needs to go and so do I.”
“How long have you been up?” he asked.
“Since six-thirty, roughly. I don’t put a time on it.”
He couldn’t believe he had slept that much longer than her.
“I know you’re not going to sneak off. If you need to go to the bathroom, take Bernice,” Pat said. “Just make sure you come back.”
Ava cupped his face. “Always.” She pulled out of the bed.
“You go to the bathroom. I’ll take Bernice,” he said.
Ava nodded and then stopped him by kissing him again. “Thank you.”
She was completely naked because last night he refused to let her wear any pajamas or nightshirt. He wanted to feel his woman naked against him, and he watched that curvy ass as she walked away from him.
It had felt good touching her last night, feeling those ass cheeks within his palm. Thinking about her response as he stroked her ass, he felt an answering pulse in his dick and couldn’t help but groan. For now, he had to take a very patient Bernice out.
He pulled on a pair of sweatpants, along with a baggy shirt, and made his way toward the dog. He lifted her up in his arms, and instead of waiting for the elevator, he took her downstairs and out the door. He took her to a small field around the back of the apartment blocks. In his sweatpants were the doggy-poo bags he used to clean up the mess. He fucking hated mess.