Page 60 of Demon Shock

She shook her head.

“Good.”

That was the last word I said before the sound of skin meeting wet skin filled the shower.

I came inside of her three times before she found her second release on my cock. She weakly clung to me as I washed her then carried her to our bed.

Her eyes fluttered open when I kissed her forehead and the tip of her nose.

“My perfect Ava,” I said tenderly. “Stay here. Rest. I’ll get you something to eat and drink.”

I returned with a glass of water and a sandwich. While she ate her sandwich, I feasted on her. She’d tried to tell me I didn’t need to, but I proved how much I did. After her third orgasm, I set aside her forgotten sandwich and eased inside of her from the front this time.

“Your pussy feels so good, Ava,” I said, watching her face for any signs of discomfort. “Should we see how much it wants to accept?”

It took every inch.

Ava wasasleep on my chest and drooling on me. I loved it. The sun hadn’t yet risen, but the sky was growing lighter. Unfortunately, I knew she wouldn’t be ready to wake up for hours yet.

How could I miss her even when she was sleeping on me? I wanted to talk to her, see her smile, hear her laugh, and just enjoy her companionship.

Her soft snores were almost as good, though. Soothing.

I smoothed my hand over the arm she’d slung across my stomach. She sighed in her sleep and snuggled closer, her knee brushing over my cock.

Suppressing a groan, I glanced at the water glass and empty plate waiting on the bedside table. I wanted to stay and cuddle with her until she woke, but I also wanted to have her breakfast ready for her when she opened her eyes. She hadn’t eaten much food the day before.

After kissing her forehead, I eased out from under her and went to the kitchen. I knew what Ava really missed eating for breakfast because she’d mentioned it during one of our talkingbreaks last night. Pancakes. Withrealmaple syrup. She’d stressed the “real” part.

I found the pancake mix from the picture on the box. The syrup confused me, though, because I wasn’t sure how to tell if it was real or not.

Leaving the house quietly, I jogged to Ryan’s house and knocked on the door. Brog answered it after a few moments.

“Is Ryan awake?” I asked.

“Not yet.”

“Do you know if this is real?” I held up the bottle.

Brog glanced at it and said, “I’ll wake up Ryan.”

Ryan shuffled out of his room a few minutes later. “Hey, Gyrik. How are things going with Ava?”

“Good. She showed me her pussy many times yesterday.”

“That’s great. So, why are you here and not there?”

“She wants real maple syrup. Is this real?” I held out the bottle.

“Nope. That’s the fake stuff. I’ll take it and trade you for the real stuff. The real stuff usually has a maple leaf on it somewhere.” He returned with a different bottle from his kitchen and showed me the leaf. “Some people like the real stuff. Some people prefer the fake stuff. The real savages don’t like syrup at all.”

Brog looked at me. “I don’t like syrup.”

I grunted because I’d tasted what was in the bottle before coming over and hadn’t liked it either.

Ryan grinned at both of us and handed over the bottle. “Bring Ava over to the red greenhouse as soon as she’s done with breakfast. Since she has some seeds, I’ll assign her some space she can use.”

“I will. Thank you, Ryan.”

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