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Passenger Princess: Chapter 30
My cock is hard when I wake up an hour before my five a.m. alarm.
The self-defense lesson fucked with my head, touching her all day, sweating with her, and hovering over her in a way I’d really fucking like to do without clothes on.
It’s what has me in such a state right now, the mere thought of having Ava spread out in a bed before me while I’m braced above her, sliding in deep.
Just the thought of it was utter bliss.
It was completely inappropriate, even in a dream.
The woman is fucking with me, burrowing deep under my skin with her smiles and her flirting and her sweet laughs and teasing. I sure as fuck should not have clicked the link Wes sent me last night, a social media clip of Ava during the swimsuit portion of her pageant.
Not that it was the first time I’ve seen it, nor will it probably be the last. I’m a glutton for punishment, it seems, dying to torture myself with what I can’t have.
Because no matter what she keeps saying, I can’t have Ava Bordeaux.
With a quiet groan, I roll out of bed and trudge to the large bathroom. The countertop is littered with Ava’s things in a way I don’t hate, another thought I file away in a vault I’ll never allow myself to investigate too much.
I should turn the water to cold and shock my system into normalcy, but instead, I make it warm before grabbing her stupid fucking body wash and using it to make my hand slick, then my hard cock slippery.
A glutton for punishment, remember?
Her smell fills the steamy room as I stroke myself, picturing Ava’s wet cunt as my eyes close and I rest one hand on the wall, letting the water run over me as her sweet scent envelopes me.
My mind returns to the dream as my hand continues to pump at my cock.
She’s naked, full tits on display, sprawled on the bed, her hair a waterfall around her. Her fingers move to her nipples, pinching and rolling, her lips swollen from kisses. She mewls as my fingers dance over her, down her stomach to her pussy that’s already soaking wet. Sliding a finger in, I groan at just how wet she is and at the way she clamps down on me.
“I need more,” she groans, her hips moving up.
“What do you need, Princess?”
“You, please.” Taking myself in hand, I rub the head of my cock down her wet slit, and she moans again. “Yes, fuck me.”
“Is that what you want, baby?” I ask, notching myself at her entrance and bucking my hips just a bit until the head of my cock sits barely inside of her. She pulses around me, clamping down to try and get more.
“Yes, yeah. Please. I need you,” she whispers, then shifts, taking me another inch.
“Fuck,” I groan before shifting, grabbing her legs, and draping them over my shoulders before slowly, torturously slowly, sliding inside until I’m planted deep, hovering over her with a hand on either side of the bed next to her head.
“I’m so full,” she moans, and I smile before sliding out, then back in, continuing the slow torture, savoring it.
“God, you look so pretty like this,” I moan, watching my cock disappear in her, watching her take me. “You take my cock like you were made for it. Born to be mine, to be fucked by me.” My balls slap against her ass as I pound into her as she tightens around me. My fingers grip her hips, digging into the soft skin there, and she moans louder like she likes the hit of pain.
‘Jaime, oh god,’ she moans, her voice soft and needy, deeper than usual, huskier. Her big blue eyes lock on me, her pussy tightening around me as her hands move to her pink nipples, pinching and rolling. My head turns to the side, pressing a kiss to her ankle, one of her high heels still on her foot. I think I’d like that most of all, pressing kisses to her soft skin whenever I want, everywhere I want.
I continue to fuck her, her hips lifting to take me deep before I move us so I’m on my back, Ava full of me as she sits on my hips. My hands rest on hers before gently guiding her and showing her what to do.
It doesn’t take long for her hips to start shifting. “Ride my cock. Take what you need, baby.”This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.
Her hand moves to her nipples, and she leans back just a bit, changing the angle as she shouts, tightening on me.
She looks fucking gorgeous like this, her hair tumbling down her back, face tipped to the ceiling, hands holding her breasts, filled with me, and dripping down my cock.
“You feel so good,” she moans, pinching my nipples and riding me, her other tit bouncing with the movement. She’s beautiful like this—a goddess taking what she wants, using me for her pleasure. “You’re going to make me come.” Her free hand moves down her belly to her clit, rubbing and making her moan loud. I slap her hand away, then slap her inner thigh, her pussy tightening on me as I do.
“That’s mine, baby,” I murmur, using my hand to soothe where I just slapped her, then moving to her clit to rub her there, pulling a deep moan from her. “Whose pussy is this, Ava?”
“It’s yours,” she whispers, and my pulse pounds more. “It’s yours, Jaime. Fuck!” She starts to move more now, taking me deeper and deeper, fucking me, and using me for her pleasure.
I’m close and want her to tumble over the edge with me. My thumb moves to her clit, rubbing in small, rough circles, her hips rocking as she rides me. My orgasm creeps closer, the edges of my vision dimming as she fucks me, and I start to rub her clit faster.
‘I’m going to come,’ she moans.
‘Come on, Ava. Come on my cock and take me with you, let me fill your cunt.’ Then my free hand moves to the back of her neck, pulling her close and pressing my lips to hers as it builds.
My hand pumps faster as the Ava in my head arches her back, shouting my name before I come.
As I come, one hand propped on the wall of the shower, the scent of Ava hanging in the air around me, and unable to remember if I made a noise as I did, I think the same thing I do every fucking time I do this.
I am so fucked.