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  Prim: Ava?

  Me: Yes.

  Prim: Yay!!! Have fun!

  I grab a coke for Ava and a bottle of water for me. As I’m leaving the kitchen, I notice her cabinet is still open, the various toys still all over the counter. Lifting one up, I twirl it in my fingers unsure of what it does.

  “I sell them.” She comes up next to me, one hand gliding along my ribs and the other across my back. She peeks her head out from under my arm as she hugs me, her warmth spreading throughout my body.

  “You sell them?” I peer down at her and she nods.

  “I host sex toy parties for a company called Passion Kisses. I received a large shipment because I’m hosting a party next weekend.”

  “What does this do?” I show her the toy.

  “That’s a cock ring.” She takes it in her tiny hand. “It stretches to fit around the base of the shaft and it vibrates to stimulate the woman and man during sex.”

  I grab another toy. “This is an anal plug.” She nods. “Ever done anal?” I ask, and I can feel her squirm against me.

  “No.” She shakes her head. “I also sell these.” She pulls down a hot pink set of anal beads. I rummage through the cabinet grabbing a bunch of different items.

  “What are you doing?” she questions, curiously.

  “Levi is camping for the weekend, which means I have the entire weekend off to spend with you. We’re experimenting with these toys. Need to make sure they’re high enough quality to sell.” I give her a wink and grab her hand in mine, guiding her back into the room where we spend the next twenty-four hours trying out every single fucking toy that woman owns and sells.

  Sixteen

  Ava

  My body is deliciously sore. My vagina is tender. My nipples are sensitive. My ass…my god my ass. The things that man did to me. My mind flashes back to the anal play. The lube and the beads, and how Griffin expertly used them to enhance every orgasm he gave me. He showed me over and over again, all weekend long, that Griffin plus toys equals Ava being pleasured. Now it’s Sunday afternoon, and Lilly just texted him to let him know she’ll be dropping Levi off after lunch.

  We’re still in bed, Griffin’s naked body wrapped around mine like an octopus. My head is resting on his chest and I can hear his heart beating. It’s soothing and has my eyes fluttering closed.

  “Babe,” Griffin says softly but I’m too tired and content to respond. “Babe, Levi will be home in a little while. We need to get dressed.” The backs of his fingers graze my cheek and I snuggle closer to him. “Ava, you can stay in bed, but I have to get up. I don’t think we want to explain our naked selves in bed to my eight-year-old.” He chuckles low and throaty and the beautiful sound vibrates in his chest, and it hits me, our weekend is coming to an end.

  Lifting up, I give his nipple a kiss and he groans. “No, don’t do that. We’ll never make it out of this bed if you do that,” he warns.

  Needing him one more time, I ignore his protests and kiss his other nipple before pulling the sheets off our naked bodies. Grabbing a condom from the nightstand, I rip it open. Seeing Griffin’s dick isn’t quite hard enough yet, I take his full length into my mouth, coating his dick with my saliva.

  “Fuck, Ava,” Griffin groans as his dick hardens. After rolling on the condom, I climb on top of him and guide his cock into my body. As he stretches me, I’m reminded of how sore I am, but I don’t care because I need the connection. He’s been inside me more than not over the last twenty-four hours, yet it still doesn’t feel like enough. With my hands on his chest, I move my body up until I can feel the tip of his dick at my entrance, and then ever so slowly, my pussy swallows his entire length. I repeat the same motions—slowly up, and then back down—while Griffin plays with my nipples, pinching and tweaking them, to the point I wonder if I’ll come just from his touch alone. Our eyes stay locked on each other as his fingers move to my clit. While I ride him, he rubs my clit.

  “I need more,” I moan out. I’m not even sure what I need, but I just know I need more. It doesn’t matter how much he touches me, I feel like I always need more. More kisses, more caresses. It’s not that he isn’t satisfying me… because holy shit, he is. I just can’t get enough. My body knows what it’s like to be pleasured and adored and fucked so deliciously by this man, and now it’s greedy for more.

  At my words, Griffin pulls me off his length, and turns us around so I’m on my knees with my ass in the air. I hear the bottle of lube squirt and then feel it as it runs down my ass cheeks, his fingers immediately catching the liquid and pushing it into my puckered hole.

  “You want me to fuck this ass, baby,” Griffin says, and even though it’s not a question, I nod my head. “Play with your clit, and I’ll fuck this perfect ass.” His hand comes down and he slaps my butt cheek hard, and I swear, I almost come on the spot.

  Reaching under me, my fingers find my clit and I start rubbing my sensitive nub as Griffin pulls my cheeks apart and slowly, so damn slowly, pushes his dick into my ass.

  “Griffin, please fuck me harder,” I plead, but he doesn’t listen. Instead he continues to fuck me slowly, just like I was doing to him minutes ago. My fingers massage my now swollen clit, and with my other hand, I pinch my nipple. I can feel my body rising higher and higher, each time Griffin’s dick pushes into me. His thrusts are slow yet deep and within minutes, we’re both coming.

  He stills in me, and before he pulls out, he gently takes my hair in his fist and angles my head to where he can kiss me. There’s no doubt about it, this man owns every part of my body, and if I’m not careful, he’s going to own my heart.

  Once we’ve showered, we get dressed and head out into my living room. I see Maverick circling the foyer in excitement to go for a walk. “I need to take Maverick out. I’ll walk you out.” I clip on his leash and head for the door.

  Before I open it, Griffin pulls me into him, his lips meeting mine. “This was one of the best weekends I’ve had in a really long time. Thank you.” He kisses the tip of my nose then my forehead, his lips lingering a second longer than his other two kisses.

  When we get outside, Levi is running down the hall, Lilly trailing behind him. “Dad! Ava! Look what I got!” He holds out his hand. “They’re rocks! I found them when we were camping.” He’s grinning like he’s holding a buried treasure.

  “That’s awesome,” I say.

  “Are you taking Maverick for a walk?” he questions.

  “I am.”

  “Dad! Can I put these rocks away and then go? Please!” Levi hops from one foot to another, and Griffin gives me a look silently asking if it’s okay. I nod.

  “Go ahead, but go pee first.” Griffin unlocks his front door so Levi can go in.

  “Sounds like he had fun,” he says to Lilly.

  “He did. That kid has a surplus of energy. If I could bottle it up and sell it, I would make a fortune.” She laughs then looks from Griffin to me, a slow grin forming. “And how was your weekend?” she asks, innocently batting her lashes. Griffin chuckles.

  Ignoring her question, I ask one of my own. “We still on for Pilates this Wednesday?”

  “Yes!”

  Levi comes barreling out, and after we walk Lilly to her car, we head down the sidewalk to the park. Levi talks nonstop the entire way, telling us all about his weekend. The camping, the fishing, the bonfire. It’s evident he had a blast. Griffin listens attentively, hanging onto every word his son says, asking questions and showing his son he’s genuinely interested.

  We get to the park and Levi runs off to play, Maverick following behind. Griffin and I sit down on the bench, and Griffin pulls me into him, his arm going around my shoulders. At first I lean into him, my hand coming up to entwine our fingers, but then I remember Levi’s here and I pull back.

  Griffin frowns. “Get over here.” He dips his chin and pulls me back to him.

  “Griffin, stop,” I whisper, my eyes darting around the park to find Levi. “Not in front of your son.”

  His br
ows furrow. “We’ll talk later,” is all he says, but we don’t get a chance to because once we get back, I make an excuse to go home, running like the coward I am, back to my place.

  “Mami! Papa! Are you here?” I call out as I walk into my parents’ home. After I left Griffin and Levi at their place, I went home, sat on the couch for two-point-five seconds and then considered going over to Griffin’s place. When I realized how weak I am when it comes to him, I grabbed my keys and bolted out of my apartment and over to my parents’ house. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

  “Ava!” My mom steps out of the kitchen, her arms wide open, to greet me. “This is quite the unexpected surprise.” She give my forehead a kiss.

  “It’s Sunday, so I figured I would come over for Sunday dinner,” I say without making eye contact with my mom.

  “And you were just here last Sunday,” she responds without missing a beat.

  “Can’t a girl visit her parents two Sundays in a row?” I step out of her arms and walk into the kitchen. She’s making homemade flour tortillas, so I lift up the towel that’s keeping them warm and snag one.

  “A girl can visit her parents every day…but my girl doesn’t visit two Sundays in a row unless there’s something wrong.” She goes about making us each a café con leche, hands me mine, then sits down at the table across from me.

  I take a sip of the hot coffee and sigh. “Have I been that bad of a daughter?” I ask, upset with myself because my mom is right. I’ve pushed myself away from everyone after this last break up. The friends I have, I rarely call anymore, the ones I made with my boyfriend, I walked away from so they wouldn’t have to choose sides. Even the toy party I’m hosting is for mostly strangers—a soon-to-be bride and her bridesmaids, and Lilly and her family and friends.

  “You are not a bad daughter, Ava. You’ve just been a little lost. Your heart was broken and you have needed some time to heal.” She hands me one of her homemade cookies she knows I love to dip into my coffee. “The great thing about having a mom, is that I’m always here for you. Even if you didn’t come over for a year’s worth of Sundays, I would still be here.”

  “Thank you, Mami.” I stand up and give her a hug. “Te amo.” I love you.

  “Oh! Before I forget,” my mom says as I sit back down. “My friend, Gloria, asked me to order a new vibrator from you. Apparently she thought water resistant meant water proof.” She rolls her eyes. “I told her bringing it into the bathtub wasn’t the best idea. Your father and I only bring the anal—”

  “Mom!” I cover my ears. “Nope! I don’t want to know. You know the rules. We pretend anything you order is not for you and Dad!”

  “What’s not for your mom and me?” My dad walks into the kitchen with Samuel and Courtney, Samuel’s girlfriend.

  “The set of anal—” my mom begins to say.

  “Mom!” I screech, “No! No sex toy talk!”

  She giggles and my dad laughs.

  “Oh! Are you having a party?” Courtney asks.

  “Next Saturday.”

  “I want to go. Samuel loved the edible—”

  “Gah! Stop!” I stand up. “No sex talk about my brother or my dad or any family members. As far as I’m concerned, none of you guys have a sex life. You are all virgins!”

  “Fine.” Courtney sighs. “But I’m coming to the party!”

  “Me too!” Mom adds.

  And they wonder why I don’t come over on Sundays…

  Seventeen

  Griffin

  Me: Come over

  Ava: I’m catching up with work.

  Me: Later?

  Ava: Okay, text me once Levi’s asleep.

  And that’s how our conversations go more often than not. Sometimes she’ll come over when Levi’s awake, but during those times, she stays away from me, keeping it completely platonic like we’re nothing more than friends. Once he’s asleep, we spend most of the night with me in her, on her, all over her. Once we’re both completely satiated, we fall asleep wrapped up in each other, and then as if she’s Cinderella, she disappears before the sun rises, leaving only her scent on my pillow and the memories we created.

  “Hey,” she says softly when I open the door to let her in. I pull her in for a hug and give her a kiss. She smells sweet from her vanilla shampoo and I know she has showered recently.

  “Hey you,” I say in return. Ava heads straight for my room, but I make a pit stop in the kitchen to grab some ice from the freezer. Once we’re both inside, I close the door behind us. “You ready for your toy party?” I ask, setting the cup down on the nightstand. I undress down to my boxers and shuck my clothes into the hamper. Every night she comes over, we lay in bed naked. It doesn’t matter if we’re watching television or simply talking, it’s always done naked.

  “Yes.” She giggles. “Although, I must admit, the toys have a whole new meaning since we started using them.” She pulls her shirt off her, exposing her perky tits. They bounce slightly, her nipples pebbling. When she bends to push her shorts and panties down, her breasts hang over and my mouth waters, needing my lips around them.

  Cutting across the room, I grab her by her waist and throw her over my shoulder. She squeals in surprise and I smack her ass. “Shh…or you’ll wake Levi.” I throw her onto the bed, her legs automatically opening and welcoming me. Crawling over her perfect body, my hands land on either side of her head, caging her in. I would give anything to tie her up and never let her leave.

  Her head tilts up as her legs lock around my waist. I can feel my dick pressing against the outside of her pussy as our mouths crash into each other, my tongue pushing into her. Breaking the kiss, I reach over and grab an ice cube. It’s already starting to melt and drips along the way. I run the ice along her collarbone, down the center of her full tits and over her nipples. Ava shivers, letting out a soft moan. I drop the ice onto the mattress and, using my tongue and lips, I follow the same path as the ice. Once I get to her nipples, I take each one in my mouth—massaging them with my lips, kissing them softly, and sucking on the hardened peaks.

  “Jesus, Griffin, that feels so good,” Ava moans out, her fingers raking through my hair, gripping the strands, and tugging hard. She digs her heels into my back, trying to force my cock into her, but I back up before she can. She pouts and I chuckle.

  Grabbing another ice cube from the cup, I spread her legs wide open and glide the freezing cold ice up the center of her hot cunt. I leave the ice up against her clit and, dipping my head down, I lick up her slit until I hit the swollen nub. Her hips buck and I hold her down as I eat her pussy until she’s coming all over my tongue. Needing to taste her, I lap up the liquid—cool water from the ice, mixed with her juices—before I climb back up her and slide into her warmth. A few days ago she said she was on birth control. That night I took her raw over and over again until she told me her pussy couldn’t handle it any more. Then I spent the rest of the night in her ass.

  My cock swells at the amazing feeling of Ava’s tight, slick, warm center mixed with the coolness the ice has caused. I languorously thrust in and out of her. My mouth goes back to hers, our kisses turning lazy. I know she can taste herself on me when she makes it a point to lick the seams of my lips before going back to kissing me. Our bodies are close, her nipples rubbing against my chest. I open my eyes, needing to see her—our mouths still moving against one another—and I see she’s staring at me. I feel her body begin to shake, her orgasm quickly approaching for the second time. Our eyes never leaving each other, neither of us wanting to lose the connection. I feel her walls tighten around me as she comes all over my cock, my orgasm following right behind hers.

  We both still, our mouths separating, but still looking at each other. We’re both panting, our chests rising and falling. And I feel it. The emotions. Something I haven’t felt in years, and even then they weren’t half as strong as what I feel right now. I want to tell her how I feel. Say the three words. But I don’t. Because I know she’s not ready to hear them, and the truth i
s I’m not sure when she’ll be ready, but I won’t give up. I love this woman, and I’m going to wait as long as she needs for her to accept what we have isn’t going anywhere.

  “I can’t believe she thinks she needs fucking toys! Toys, Griffin! My wife thinks she needs some mechanical fake shit to make our sex life better.”

  It’s Saturday night, Levi is in bed sleeping, and Sean is sitting on my couch, bitching for the millionth time that his wife along with the other guys’ wives are next door having a sex toy party.

  “It’s this making a baby shit! It has me stressed out and I can’t perform properly.”

  I chuckle at him and take a swig of my beer.

  “Well, I have no problem pleasuring my wife, so I don’t know why the hell Bella thinks she needs toys,” Marco, Lilly’s brother-in-law says, throwing some chips into his mouth. When Sean said he was bringing Lilly over, he asked if his brother-in-law could join. Apparently, his parents are watching their kids. So, here we are, like a bunch of losers, watching a football game while our women are next door, getting their freak on without us.

  “The toys aren’t all that bad.” Both guys jerk their heads toward me. “Ava and I might have tried out a few… or all of them.” I shrug nonchalantly, taking another pull of my beer.

  “I don’t need a plastic dick replacing me,” Marco points out.

  “There’s other stuff. Like lotion and anal beads and vibrators.” Marco’s ears perk up.

  “Did you say anal beads?”

  “Yep.” I nod.

  He pulls out his phone and starts typing. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m texting Bella to beg her to buy some. Maybe she’ll give it a try.” He smiles mischievously.

  “Yeah, well, there’s no way Lilly is wasting my seed on her ass. It all must enter her in hopes of making a baby I’m most likely never going to give her.”

  “Bro!” Marco shouts, covering his ears. “That’s my sister-in-law! Just no!”