This Woman Forever (This Man – The Story from Jesse #3) Read Online Jodi Ellen Malpas

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Contemporary, Drama, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: This Man - The Story from Jesse Series by Jodi Ellen Malpas
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Total pages in book: 235
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
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I lift my upper body ready to take her onto her back but barely get an inch off the mattress before I’m flat again. “Oh no, Ward,” she pants, one eyebrow hitched cheekily. I’m immediately worried. I can’t manhandle her, can’t be too rough with her, I just . . . can’t.

She takes my hand.

I take a breath. What is she⁠—

I inhale when I realize her plan, my muscles tensing, stopping her from lifting my wrist to the headboard, the cuff still dangling around my wrist. She firms up her hold, tugging, fighting my resistance, as I try so hard to shake off the instant anxiety creeping into me, remembering the last time we were here—Ava with cuffs, me at her mercy. She left me defenseless and alone on the bed. It wasn’t nice. My reaction was quite extreme, admittedly, but way past my control.

I breathe in, going against everything I am and know, letting her take my hand to the headboard. I have to prove I’m working on myself. It’s just one hand. But . . . “You won’t leave this time.” I hear the metal meet the wood, and my arm jerks in response. “Promise you won’t leave me this time.”

“If you promise you won’t get mad.”

I clench my eyes closed, taking in air, as she secures me. And I fucking let her. Because something’s just occurred to me . . .

If I’m handcuffed to the bed, I can’t fuck her hard, and she can’t protest that because she restrained me.

“Don’t get mad with me,” she whispers.

“Kiss me.” Distract me. Take me. Love me.

“But I’m in charge.”

“Jesus, baby, don’t make this harder than it already is.” I pull her down with my free hand and kiss her with purpose as she unravels my tie and unbuttons my shirt. Then her hands are on my chest. Her pussy rubbing me in the perfect place. My mouth works harder, my dick throbbing, my arm naturally fighting the restraint.

She abandons our kiss.

Fuck.

Don’t yell.

Let her have this. It’s been weeks of me taking it slow and gentle, and Ava trying to push it harder and faster. Weeks of her wanting to demand why I’m dialing back the ferociousness but daring not, because that will lead to a conversation she seems hell-bent on avoiding.

I hold my breath and look up at the ceiling, broken, rough whimpers coming fast as she works her lips all over my torso. I’m so tense, I’m aching everywhere. Her face is hovering over my fly. Oh Jesus.

And with one brief dash of contact, I jolt and hiss, seeing a smug, satisfied smile stretching across her face. What the hell is she up to? Do I care? The pressure is building. I feel frenzied. All control I have kept for the past few weeks is slipping. And that’s okay because I have limited movement.

She finds her way into my trousers as I reach for the back of her head, working through the silky strands, resting my head back on a sigh as she takes my dick in her hold. I thought I was prepared for the contact. The heat. The sensations.

Nope.

“Fuck, Ava,” I groan, twitching and jerking. “Fucking hell.” She peeks up at me, and I both love and hate the satisfaction on her face. “Mouth,” I growl. “Now.” She needs to cool the burn, sate the need. I narrow one warning eye on her as she slowly crawls back up my body.

“You want me to take you in my mouth?” she asks, low and huskily, dragging things out.

“Do it.”

“Who has the power, Jesse?” she asks, kissing and biting around my mouth.

“You do, baby,” I assure her. “Mouth.”

Thank God, she’s had enough of playing with me and floats back down my body, taking me deeply into her mouth. “Oh fuck. Oh Jesus, Ava. Your mouth is amazing.”

“Good?”

“Too good.” I relax for the first time since she cuffed me, shuddering as tingles glide through my body. “I knew I married you for a reason.”

A little warning bite from Ava, a long inhale from me. “All the way?” she asks,

“Do it.”

The incredible feel of her warm mouth sliding down my shaft sends me dizzy, my body melting into the bed, my hips flexing upward, encouraging her. Fuck me, that feels out of this world.

Hot.

Wet.

Then the oddest sound emanates through the room, my dick is suddenly cold, and Ava jumps up.

I jerk, knocked from my euphoria, and blink, dazed, just catching the back of Ava before she disappears into the bathroom, coughing and choking. “Ava?” I say, my voice hoarse. “Ava, baby, what’s up?”

I hear the most incredibly violent hacking. Panic finds me. “Ava,” I yell, looking up at the headboard. Trapped. She’s choking, and I’m fucking stuck here. I yank at the cuffs, hissing through the pain. “Ava!” I still, listening, hearing all kinds of horrific noises. “Jesus, Ava.” I yank my arm. “Fucking hell,” I roar, gritting my teeth, sure my shoulder is about to pop out of the socket. “Ava!” Why the fuck isn’t she answering? Because she can’t. Choking.


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