Chapter 231 - Twisted Delight (2/2)

Whilst tutting his discontent, he used his other hand to open the door, dragging Ava inside.

Again and again, he cursed Emily and Olivia in his head. Those two dared get his wife drunk until she can't stand on her own!

Shock painted Ollie's face when Ava pushed him on the bed and straddled on top of him.

”See this, Daddy?” Ava slurred, pointing at her shirt. ”I'm Daddy's Lil Disaster.”

”Oh, f.u.c.k you are,” Ollie growled, squeezing her b.r.e.a.s.t with both hands.

Even with the roughness of his tone and the way he handled her, Ava giggled as she peeled her red and blue jacket off.

Oliver should be annoyed, but the melody of his sweetie made him hard as a steel, so he wrapped his arms around her waist as he pulled his weight to sit in the bed.

”What's so funny, Ava?” Ollie asked when Ava kept giggling even as he stripped her off of her scandalous shirt, shooting it in the nearest trash bin thereafter.

Unclasping her bra effortlessly, Ollie's hot breath fanned Ava's skin, tracing his mouth from the undersides of her b.r.e.a.s.t, up to her clavicle.

He teased her, skipping her pebbled n.i.p.p.l.es which she loved feeling his mouth the most.

Ava calling him 'daddy' felt wrong in all places, but a twisted delight made his c.o.c.k throb in his b.r.i.e.f.s.

”You did not answer my question yet, Ava,” Ollie reminded her when all he could hear was her mewls which he didn't really mind hearing.

Pulling away from her, Ollie locked his gaze on Ava. The hazy midnight glow of the moon was their only source of light.

As if a cold bucket of water was splashed over Ava's head, she stopped giggling and her face turned serious. ”Nothiiing! You said F, and I was thinking why not?”

Pinching her chin, Ollie held her face in place when Ava avoided his gaze. It was enough of a warning to Ava that she stopped squirming on Ollie's l.a.p.

Ollie's voice leaked with l.u.s.t, and Ava could feel the bulge poke underneath her leather pants. ”Do you want me to f.u.c.k you, Ava?”

Biting her bottom lip, Ava uttered, ”I've been thinking about it the whole night, Daddy.”

In a second, Ollie rolled their bodies, pinning Ava on the bed. He rolled her one more time, belly pressed on the mattress whilst holding her wrists behind her back.

With one hand, he yanked Ava's pants down. His breath labored as Ava's lace u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r welcomed him. ”Do you like it, Ollie?”