Shameless (The Therapist #2), стр. 25
I approach Ava from behind and run my hand over her bare pussy. She gasps, and I allow myself a moment to revel in the sound before inserting my thumb into her. Ava releases a quiet chirp as I curve my thumb downward towards her stomach, finding her g-spot.
“You’ve been very disobedient today, Ava,” I whisper, as I begin fucking Ava with my thumb while keeping it curved to hit her g-spot. “You have a problem with boundaries, and I don't like that. You claim you love me, but constantly break my rules. It’s intriguing to me, but also annoying. It’s frustrating as fuck. You're going to know what that feels like.”
I thrust my thumb into Ava’s pussy over and over again, and the sound of how wet she is starts to grow louder, threatening to escape through the locked door. I should care, but the dom in me is in full control now, and I keep going, fucking her harder and faster, until I see Ava’s hands tighten around the edges of the desk. I know she’s close, and I know when she comes it'll be like a volcanic eruption since I’m all over her g-spot. She's ready to let it out, and just as she reaches the peak, I pull my thumb out completely and take a step back.
Ava lets out a groan, and I know she wants to complain.
“Don't say a word,” I snip before she can speak. “You disobey, and you're punished. Those are the rules. Now, don't fucking move.”
Ava tightens her jaw, but doesn't speak. I can see how wet her pussy is from here, and I quickly step up behind her and slide my thick cock inside. Ava moans into the desk, struggling to keep it all sucked down, and it only becomes more difficult as I start to fuck her with a fury.
The beauty of Ava is that I don't have to hold back with her. If I were dating someone else or someone new, I wouldn't be able to shake the feeling that the person I’m with couldn't handle all of me. Whether it be the spanking, choking, flogging, or my cock thrusting deep and hard like a blood-filled piston, I’d feel worried about hurting someone new or giving them more than they could handle. With Ava, I’m unchained. I’m free to give her all of me in every way, and I bask in it each and every time I fuck this woman.
I fuck Ava with the strength of two men at once. It doesn't matter to me that we’ve been fucking for four months and dating for two. I fuck like it’s the first time, every single time. I fuck like this is our first date and I want her to remember me forever. I fuck like I’m trying to impress her, even though she's already fully aware of what I’m capable of. I fuck like I don't want to be the best just once, but every time we’re together. Each time has to be equal to or top the last time. There can be no regression. No excuses. No letdowns. I fuck in a way that makes her want to tell her friends about it, but is afraid to out of fear that they'll want a taste of me, too. Sex is everything to me, and if other men aren't doing it this way—if they aren't trying to impress their women every single time they fuck, then they're out of their minds and need to come sit on my couch for a few sessions on how to satisfy their significant other. I refuse to give less than my absolute all—no matter what time it is, no matter how tired I am, no matter how stressful my day was. She will get the best of me.
My cock thrusts in and out of Ava over and over again, and I can feel the desk starting to move. It scoots forward just a bit with each powerful thrust of my cock, and I know the sound is reaching Keisha. I know she’s pissed about it, too, but I don't care. I’m too far gone now, and I can feel the pressure of an orgasm creeping up on me. My body reaches the summit, and just before I barrel over the edge, I pull out.
“I’m going to come,” I say in a loud whisper. “Get on your knees.”
Ava gasps with excitement as she gets up from the desk and drops to the floor. Her hands find my cock and start to stroke it as she sucks me into her mouth just before I come. Like me, Ava doesn't give a single fuck, and keeps her lips wrapped tightly around my shaft as I come. I quiver above her as she keeps stroking me, swallowing all of me without the slightest hesitation. My god, what a fucking woman.
Once I’ve recovered, I look down at Ava, who stays propped up on her knees with her eyes locked onto me.
“You may speak,” I tell her as I reach for my pants.
“Now that’s the Malcolm I know and love,” Ava says with a giggle and wide grin.
I smile, even though I feel something else deep down. Whatever it is, it feels a lot like regret—probably the way an addict feels when they know they've just fallen off the wagon. I know I shouldn't have done it, but I couldn't help myself, and now I feel like shit. I don't even know what to say, and before I can gather my thoughts, I