Chapter 7
Ava’s POV
“Daddy he’s coming home tonight but I still need you one more time,” I whispered as I stood in the living room wearing nothing but a short pleated skirt and a thin tank top, my n*****s already hard and my p***y throbbing under the fabric because the plug had been in me all morning keeping Jax’s earlier load trapped deep.
My voice shook with how badly I wanted it even though my real dad would walk through that door in a few hours.
Jax didn’t say anything at first.
He just grabbed me by the waist and marched me straight to the big leather couch where my father always sat when he visited, the same spot he would relax in tonight with a beer and stories about his trip.
Jax bent me over the back of it roughly, flipping my skirt up over my ass and yanking the plug out
