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Jet
Ava fidgets, closing herthighs. I part them again with a firm palm against her soft skin.
“I’ll leave you alone once I’m finished.” I press the warm washcloth between her legs and groan as more of my cum seeps from inside her.
She needs this. She tried to fight it. But I carried her to her room and told her to lie on the bed so I could take care of her. It’s what she deserves after being such a good girl. She loves to push me, and I went hard on her. But after the playing comes the aftercare.
“You’ll leave me alone?” she muses. “I doubt that. You don’t seem to be able to keep away from me.”
I grunt as I finish up my task and rise from the bed to go to the en-suite. When I come back, Ava’s stripped off her clothes and is lying on her side beneath the covers with her phone.
“Good night, Jet. Don’t trip on your way out,” she hums, satiated and smirking as she scrolls through social media.
Brat.
I climb in behind her. She stiffens, glancing at me.
“What are you doing?”
“Staying until you sleep.” I pluck the phone from her hand and toss it onto the carpet. “You don’t need that. You need sleep.”
“Because you know everything about me and what I need, don’t you?” she huffs.
“I know you better than you think, Ava. And right now, you’re mine to take care of.”
She scowls and turns away. “You couldn’t have just left it at the orgasms, could you? Had to go and ruin it by opening your mouth.”
“Shut up and sleep.”
“This doesn’t have to get weird. It was just sex.”
“Ava…”
“God, you’re so bossy,” she tuts.
“And you’re so difficult. Now go to sleep.”
I pull her toward me, so her back is against my chest and my arms are encasing her. I expect an argument. A bratty protest. But she must be worn out, because within a few minutes, her body softens and her breathing levels out.
“Good girl.” I kiss her shoulder. “Sleep.”
I watch her for a while to make sure she won’t wake up. Then I slide my arms away and climb out of the bed.
“No!” she cries suddenly. “I’m here!”
I lean over and stroke her auburn hair away from her cheek. Her forehead is wrinkled, a troubled expression on her face as her lower lip trembles and she mutters something unintelligible.
“Just a dream, Ava.” I tell her, my lips dusting the shell of her ear.
I walk to the door, opening it quietly.
A whimper leaves the back of her throat as she sobs in her sleep.
I stare at my hand on the doorknob, flexing my fingers as something cold radiates up my spine.
She continues crying. It’s quiet; I can barely hear it. But it’s there.
I make my way to my room. I climb into bed and lie on my back, staring up into darkness.
