Chapter 98

Chapter 98
Dale’s pov

I arrived back home hours later. From the whispers of the maids, I figured out that Mom was back home. I contemplated going over to meet her and apologize to her now that she was more sober. Finally, I shook my head and decided to push it off until dinner.

When I got to my bedroom, I glanced down the hallway to Ava’s room. She should be home now and in that instant, it only made sense that I tell her the truth about her Mystery Man. Everything had gone to shit now and there was no point holding dear to that secret. The worst that could happen had already happened. It was not as if she would ever want to make love to me.

Slowly, I walked over to her room and knocked on the door. I was not sure if she was in, but I was willing to try and get done and over with this. She deserved to know the truth and there was no point holding it in again.

“Yes?” The door swung open and she appeared before me looking all petite and cute. She had her bathing robe around her body and she had a flowery scent trailing her.

I watched a myriad of emotions wash over her face and honestly, I was filled with a lot of emotions too. My mouth begged to kiss hers.

I wanted to be deep within her, filling her with my seed, and having her yell my name in pleasure. But this was not what I was here for and I had better keep my emotions under check.

“Can I come in? There is something I would like to talk to you about.” I said.

“Yeah, sure. You can come in.” She said and stepped into the room, pointing at her bed for me to sit on.

I stared at the soft plush mattress and my head was filled with memories of me and me making love on this bed.

“I would prefer to stand.”

She looked disappointed to hear me reject her bed, but she quickly sulked. “Alright, but before you say anything, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. Justin was only dropping me off at the company building.
We were not together as a couple or anything. You were not even supposed to see us at all.”

Tears welled up in her eyes and it broke my heart to see her crying. My heart ached and I closed the distance between both of us and wrapped my arms around her, comforting her.

“It is okay. Don’t cry. I had no right to hit him that way. My jealousy just got the best out of me and I didn’t know how to react. I am so sorry.” I confessed, knowing at this point there was no need to hide anything from her. Hell, maybe I would also let her know that I was in love with her. She would not care about that once she hears the main secret I came to tell her.

“Are you sure?” She raised her head and looked up at me. “I thought you hated me.”
My face fell at her words. How the hell could I hate her? My world literally revolved around her. There was no way I would be mad at her. If anything I was mad at myself.

“Ava, I can not hate you,” I whispered back to her and my eyes scouted her lips, taking note of the cute dip at the top of her lips.

Those pretty lips of hers called out for me to kiss them and the moment she ran her tongue over her bottom lip, I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

My lips crashed down to her lips and my hands settled at the small of her back, dragging her closer to my body. With her body flushed hard against mine, my cock got hard, pressing against the fly of my pants.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, drawing my lips further down her face. I could feel the emotions rushing through her body and whatever guilt I had felt earlier ebbed through my body. All senses left my body as all I wanted to do was make love to her.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked in between kisses.

“Have we ever been unsure?” She asked absentmindedly and pushed me onto the bed.
I landed on the bed and looked up at her with a crazy hunger. Her eyes reflected that hunger. Despite it being forty-eight hours since we last made love, it felt as though it had been forever. The events of the past few days have made time seem longer than it truly was.

She undid the belt of her robe. The white plush robe fell down her body in a glorious pool beneath her feet. Her perfect pristine skin shone under the light of her bedroom.

There was nothing not to love about her body and I swallowed hard, my hands itching to hold her body. This may be the last time I would get to make love to her and I intended to make it as special as possible.

“I have missed you.” She breathed as she climbed on top of me, the weight of her body pressing hard on my body.

My cock was pulsing hard in my pants, begging for the freedom to be restrained in her warm core. “Same here.”

She undid my fly and dragged down my pants with a little help from me. I was bare before her from down below and as usual, her face was filled with wonder as she stared at my cock.

She revered it and even if she doesn’t say it, I knew she could worship my cock all the days of her life. Well, once the truth of my involvement in her activities at Studio Casanova came out, I was certain she would want nothing else to do with me.

Almost as though she was possessed, she climbed on top of my body and pressed the opening of her core down my cock.

The moment her core enveloped the entire length of my core, a deep breath escaped my lips and I was confident this might be one of the best sex experiences I might ever have