So soft.
I couldn’t hold back the moan trapped within my chest, and I let it go. In the back of my mind, part of me believed this was total bullshit. He was saying what he needed to in order to get laid, but at that moment, I didn’t care.
The truth was, I hated feeling this way. It was consuming, exhausting, and I just wanted to be happy. I’d spent seven years hunting for happiness, never to truly grasp it.
The kiss went from soft, to hard, to almost brutal. He gripped the back of my head as he deepened the kiss.
His tongue slid across my lips, waiting for me to open to me, and I didn’t fight him. I let him inside and moaned as I stroked my tongue across his.
For a reward, he released a growl that I felt deep in my core, an answering pulse deep in my pussy. My nipples hardened, wanting him to touch me.
The hand on the back of my head stayed there. The other traveled down, going toward my ass to grip it, drawing me closer.
The instant our bodies touch, I came alive. This was why I wanted to keep my distance. I couldn’t stay mad at him when my body was aglow with need, and it had his name all over it.
His teeth sank into my bottom lip, and I gasped. There was pain but so much pleasure. I couldn’t get enough.
The waves lapped at our feet. We stood in total darkness, the only light coming from his house. I didn’t want him to stop. The moment he did, I feared reality would set in.
He broke from the kiss, holding me close.
“You’re not going anywhere, Ashley. You’re mine. I don’t let go of what I want, not ever.”
“Until the next virgin comes along?”
His chuckle vibrated between us. “Did I say I was on the lookout for multiple virgins? There’s only one cherry I crave to pop, and she’s standing in my arms.” He kissed me again. This wasn’t gentle but pure ownership.
I gasped.
He swallowed it down.
Consumed.
Taken.
That was how he made me feel.
Finally, he let me go long enough to take my hand, and then I followed him as I walked into the house behind him. My stomach chose that moment to growl.
“I’m starving as well.”
The spark was still there, bubbling beneath, but whatever he was going to do, had faded. I didn’t know if I could take him waiting. I knew it was all about the anticipation, but I was desperate, hungry, and consumed. I needed to have him, but I wouldn’t push this.
I wasn’t … ready.
Did he know that?
Was that why he was waiting?
Was he being … considerate?
No, there wasn’t a single chance of that. He was a beast, and they didn’t wait, they took without mercy.
This was all part of some plan of his. He was the one in control and only when he said so, would he take.
****
Earl
I didn’t have time to spend sitting around, getting to know this woman. I stared at her sleeping face. Ashley looked so peaceful. The thought of waking her, well, it didn’t bode well. When she did, I wouldn’t be able to resist her.
Reaching out, I stroked a stray curl out of the way so I could stare at her. When she was asleep, she looked even more innocent than when she was awake.
Last night, I hoped I got through to her. I’d given a deadline but that didn’t mean I was going to stick with it.
The money in her bank was compensation for her time here, but I’d also stopped that. I could always transfer a lump sum when our time was over, if it was ever going to be over.
She released a little moan and tensed just slightly.
I watched, expecting her to wake, to do something else.
She just let out another tiny sound and stilled.
The blanket had worked its way down her body, exposing the negligee she’d decided to wear last night.
It was red with a lace trim.
Without waking her, I peeled down the blanket, exposing her body to my view. She was really stunning.
I loved her curves. The fullness of her tits, thighs, hips, and ass. I couldn’t get enough of touching her, not that I’d spent nearly enough time these past few days.
One of the straps at her shoulder had fallen down, giving a hint of a full tit. I helped it along, moving it down past her tit to see her red nipple.
The action made her stir, and I watched as she opened her eyes. There was no panic. The sleep cleared from her gaze almost instantly.
This was what I’d come to know about Ashley. She didn’t sleep for long, and the moment she woke, she was alert.
“Morning,” I said.
“Morning.” Her answer was throaty.
I was already thinking about sex, but now, it was so much more. I stroked a finger across the curve of her nipple. She didn’t pull away.
Cupping the entire tit with my palm, I rubbed her nipple, and she moved slightly, giving me much better access to her body.
I let go of her breast and worked the negligee up over her head, then threw it across the room to land on the floor.
My cock was rock-hard.
Her tits were so big. All it would take was for me to push them together to create a valley, to fuck her until I spunked all over those mounds. The thought alone had pre-cum leaking out of the tip of my dick.
Her hands stayed above her head, holding herself still.
A pair of loose-fitting shorts, red silk, with lace along the edges, covered her pussy. I moved over the bed, gripping her hips, pulling them down, and tossing them to the side. She released a moan. Her legs bent at the knees, and I put my hands on her knees. She didn’t fight me as I spread them open, revealing her pussy.
With my gaze still on her, I slowly traced my fingers down the inside of her thighs. Her breath caught just slightly.
When I touched her pussy, she let out a moan and tried to shut her legs on me, but I was far stronger, keeping them spread open.
“Please,” she said.
“Shut up.” The command fell from my lips with ease.
Closing the distance to her pussy, I spread the lips wide. Staring up the length of her body, I stroked my tongue through her slit, circling her clit.
She cried out, arching up. I kept her in place with the width of my body and my hands holding her down, refusing to let her go.
“Earl.”
“I’m going to lick this pussy until you come all over my face, and then, you’re going to take care of me.”
In response, she moaned. I loved the sounds she made. It was like she couldn’t hold back.
Holding her down, I took her pussy. Licking, sucking, even biting. Her clit was so swollen, and she was even wetter than I could have dreamed.
I wanted to slide my tongue inside her, to fuck her, to give her the merest hint of pleasure of how my dick would feel, but I wouldn’t do anything that would jeopardize her purity. When I took her, it was going to be with my cock, and I was going to relish every single thrust and pulse.
I’d waited too long to waste a moment.
I’d feel that cherry pop beneath the pressure of my cock.
Ashley was going to learn everything about pleasuring me. Being at my beck and call. I craved it. Seeing her fall.
It was what I lived for.
I was going to have everything she had to offer. All of it.
As I slid my tongue back and forth across her clit, she shook on the bed, her body tensing up.
Her hands clenched at her sides, and still, I held her in place and sucked at her clit, not wanting to give up. She was all mine. I’d waited too long to have her. I wasn’t going to wait another moment.