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What do I say to that? I thought so htenment to shame Two of the most important people in his life where taken pre cars, so why the hell does he drive like a complete nut-job? I don’t know, but all of this adds to the explanation of his over-protectiveness

‘Our children will be whoever they want to be,’ I bite his chin ‘As long as they don’t want to be playboys’

My buhtly ‘Sarcasm doesn’t suit you, lady’

‘I think it does’ I retort quietly

‘You’re right, it does’ He slides ’

‘Freshen it up, then’ I push my chest into him, like the little temptress he knows me to be, and he wraps his lips around , low and deeply satisfied,a hit of his delicious scent

‘Nice?’ he asks, clahtened

His lips drift across to the site ofthe blood to the surface ‘Ava, I’ to your brsts’ He releasesvery hard His eyes expand, and he inhales sharply ‘Oh no, we can’t’ He shifts me and sits up ‘I won’t, Ava And don’t you dare kick into temptress mode, either’

I scowl at him ‘Cornwall’ I threaten, and he recoils in horror, but soonanywhere!’ he asserts on a growl as he stands, his beautiful, sht level forform I seize it quickly before he can step out of the tub, wrappingdown ‘Fuck, you little fking tor, slo I’ chance on this planet that I’ you’

‘Sit down,’ I nod to the side of the tub and flick e cock

He hisses and looks up to the ceiling ‘Ava, if you leaveently

‘I won’t,’ I don’t know that for sure, but there are other ways to do this ‘Sit’ I push hihs, but I don’t get a chance to be creative with how I do this

He grabson the other’ He hits , his eyes co asp a little, and ime with those eyes which are full of pro his hands underiant tub It’s hard under my wet flesh, not that I’, other than thisand hard Then he runs his tongue across his bottoers, Ava’ he orders There is no softly softly approach, which I was dreading He’s in dominant Jesse mode I’m in my element I know there will be no hard fk to wrap this up, but it’s that look, that stance, that coers to my mouth and slide the my eyes from his I couldn’t if I tried The usual addictiveness is hard enough to pull away froer oozing from them… ihly ‘Slowly’

I co h for you?’

‘Did I say talk?’ he asks, not taking his eyes fro at the juncture of hs

‘Stop’ He rips his eyes fro in his asset before they reach er in’

Doing as I’er on a deep inhale of breath

‘Reentle with it’

Those words, the way he says them, and the fact that he absolutely atherexercises to try and calirl’ He reaches down and takes a loose hold of himself My heart rate multiplies ‘Taste’

I don’t feel shy I never have, no isters soht nervousness, maybe even a little apprehension, too, but one look into those eyes and it’s tralides back up ly slide er intoeasy strokes of his arousal as he watchesfrom this side of the tub I knoho has the power