Tearful cries of pleasure escaped her beautifully as his tongue continued to stroke her womanhood, still sensitive and pulsating from the phenomenal release she experienced. Ava was unable to come off the high of her climax so long as his licks, nips, and suckling persisted. She thought she might lose her mind, that she might explode and yet it felt too good to resist—even the aggressive biting of her tender bud sent deep ripples of pleasure down her spine despite the initial shock and pain that made her squeal and whine. Paired with his strong hand kneading the soft, supple pillows of her breasts, she was quickly at her limit once more. Yet another intensely blissful sensation made her body go rigid before she began to beg him for sweet mercy. “P-please . . . Nick,” she breathed between whimpers and trembles. “I can’t . . . I can’t,” Ava panted, doing her very best to tell him that she felt as though she was on the verge of blacking out. By the time the delightful lashes of his tongue and the havoc of his lips and teeth ceased, her body was limp and her eyelids were nearly drawn closed over her vivid green eyes, still cloudy with lust and remnants of ecstasy.<br/><br/>For a while, she simply sat where she was, waiting for the feeling to come back in her legs while Nick massaged them. All the way down to her toes she was ringing it seemed. At the abrupt sound of the driver’s voice coming in over the speakers, a rush of adrenaline livened her up. Ava reached for her panties, using them to clean herself off before slowly and carefully working the plug out of her ass. She winced a bit as it came out, but it was nowhere near as painful as when it went in. For that, she was grateful.<br/><br/>She leaned over the seat and reached into the back of the SUV, rummaging around for a particular bag before she grabbed it and pulled it to the front seat. Ava pulled on a short, floral navy skirt and a white blouse. Before she tucked the material in, she searched in the back again, this time for a pair of shoes. “This was a bad idea. I’m all flushed and sore now,” she said in a huff. It hurt to sit down, she noted as she slipped on her heels. “I don’t regret it, of course.” She was sure to tell him, leaning in to place a kiss against his cheek. “It was my idea to fool around after all,” she sighed, running her fingers through her hair to tame her long, dark tresses.<br/><br/>After turning onto a private road and traveling down a long ways, they finally entered Windsor Heights. Most of the homes were located on massive plots of land, so vast that they couldn’t be seen from the main road. The only indication that there were homes at all were the mailboxes that marked the entrances to the properties. The Worthington home was no different, and when they turned onto the property, following the long, paved path to the wrought iron gate that awaited them at the end, it would take them a while longer before they arrived. Tall trees flanked them on either side, spaced with precision until the path opened to reveal the expansive and impressive chateau that sat behind monogrammed gates. As the car rolled to a smooth halt, Ava opened the door, stepping out to lift a panel on the side of the gate for a retina scan. The gate opened, and the iron groaned against the hinges. She got back in the car, letting the driver take them the rest of the way.<br/><br/>The exterior of the home was evocative of what one would see in a storybook; picturesque and regal despite its magnificently worn, old world appearance. While there wasn’t much to stare at in the front of the chateau, except for the chateau itself, there were several amenities behind the property. There was an outdoor pool and hot tub, a tennis court, a garden—that her mother tended to like a third child—and a guest house.<br/><br/>“So, I’ll be back in thirty minutes. Perhaps less if all is well. I promise, I won’t be any longer than the time you’ve given me,” she told him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before stepping out of the car once more to approach the dark double doors.