“Please,” she said.
I wasn’t going to let her go until she came for me. It was what I wanted. After releasing her thighs, I moved my hands behind her ass, squeezing the cheeks, eating her pussy. She was so fucking tasty, and what I loved more was that no other man had touched her.
She was all mine.
Every single part of her.
I was hungry for more.
The moment Ashley exploded, I felt an answering flood of pleasure in my body. This wasn’t fake. Being in the trade of human flesh, I was used to a degree of falseness. The lies that were whispered within the darkness to make the payment go a lot smoother. The women I’d paid to fuck, they’d done the same.
They lied.
With Ashley, I didn’t want the lies.
Only the pleasure.
The peace she could offer me.
I didn’t ease up, making her take every single minuscule pleasure from my touch. My name spilled from her lips, echoing around the room. I was the fucking king in her world. The only man she could ever be with.
I was holding myself back with her, I knew it.
Ashely wasn’t ready for the kind of man I was, and certainly not for what she inspired within me on a daily basis.
I’d never been this possessive about anyone.
I’d never been consumed with a rage that verged on need.
I was desperate to spear my dick into her cunt to make her bleed, to have her as mine, but I held back, letting her enjoy the aftershocks of her release until she couldn’t stand it. Only when she couldn’t take another stroke of my tongue did I allow myself to ease back. Climbing from the bed, I removed my boxer briefs. I normally slept naked, but with Ashley in my bed, I’d made a few concessions. A lot of them actually.
There was no fear in her eyes.
Wrapping my fingers around my length, I watched her. She sat up from the bed and swung her legs around.
She didn’t make any move to hide her nakedness, and I loved that. I wanted her to own her body, to be proud of it. I was addicted.
Without waiting for my instruction, she stepped toward me then lowered herself to her knees.
With her head directly facing my cock, it took every ounce of control not to fuck her face. It was what I wanted to do.
Another time.
I let go of my length, reached out, and circled her hair around my fist. The way she looked at me, I felt like a fucking king.
“Open your mouth,” I said.
She opened her lips, and with my spare hand, I fed my cock to her.
I groaned the minute I slid across her tongue, hitting the back of her throat. I didn’t make her gag on it, pulling all the way out before sliding back inside. Her eyes closed.
“No, look at me. I want you to see me when I fuck your mouth.” I was possessed, and she did as I asked, opening those pretty brown eyes. I couldn’t get enough. I didn’t allow her to choke on me.
Sliding in and out, across her tongue and leaving my pre-cum as I went, she swallowed me down, my length covered in saliva as she did. Her hands went to my thighs and with each moan, I felt an answering pulse in my balls.
I was so close to coming.
I didn’t know if I wanted to come in her mouth, or on her tits, marking her untouched flesh.
At the last thought, I made my decision, taking my cock in my hand. With the grip in her hair, I moved her to the position and then worked my cum all over her chest, coating her tits. Some of the white droplets captured her nipples.
I stepped back from her after I spilled every last drop and looked at my artwork.
She was beautiful.
She licked her lips and held her hands down at her sides.
After going to my knees, I didn’t care that I rubbed myself in my own release. Gripping her hair, I held her in place and kissed her hard.
It was the best fucking wake-up call I’d had in a long time.
Chapter Nine
Ashley
“You’re alive. That has to mean something,” Emily said.
I tucked some of my hair behind my ears. The slight wind was sending my hair off in all directions.
“Of course, I’m alive. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Don’t be so naïve, Ash. You know what he’s like.”
I didn’t roll my eyes, but I wanted to. “You don’t hear me making comments like that about your men.”
Emily’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. I knew she was worried about me. I’d been cooking breakfast that morning when Earl came in, and he’d been on a call. He told me he was sick and tired of his phone blowing up with Monsters. I was to talk to Emily.
I hadn’t seen him since.
Hot and cold.
That was how Earl was.
“Exactly, that’s the biggest difference, Ash.”
Emily pulled me out of my memory. “What is?”
“They’re mine. Earl’s not yours.”
I didn’t like the reminder. It wasn’t exactly fair.
“Can we talk about something else?” I asked.
“No. How are you? Are you being fed? Are you happy?”
“Yes, I’m fine. I’m being fed.” I left out the part of happiness.
“Ashley, talk to me.”
“Look, I don’t know what you want me to say to you, Emily. All of this arrangement is a little confusing, okay? No, Earl’s not mine, but I belong to him. Does that seem fair, no, I don’t imagine it does. Again, complicated.”
“No, there’s nothing complicated about it. You always wanted the dream. The white picket fence. The one guy who came home to you.”
I groaned. “Will you stop? At no point did I make myself sound like a housewife. I intended to work, okay. Yes, I originally wanted the ideal. The kids, the husband who loved me, the normal, everyday kind of stuff. In our lives, we don’t get to have that.”
“Do you have any idea how much I want to hug you right now and tell you it’s all going to be okay?”
“You can’t protect me, Em. You haven’t been able to for a very long time.” I wasn’t stupid. I had ideals. I’d tried to be the positive, preppy person Emily had needed for seven years.
Emily didn’t know the full extent of my pain.
I didn’t talk about it.
The years of being yelled at, treated like I was no good. Emily was under the illusion my mother was good. I didn’t have it in my heart to tell her the truth, that my mother failed so many times in life.
Yes, growing up, I’d spent hours thinking about a life away from her. About meeting a man who loved me and who I could love, but it never happened. Earl. I didn’t know what to make of him.
I loved it when he touched me. The way he seemed to give me orders without speaking a word. Watching him was a highly addictive sport of late.
Of course, when I could find him.
The house he owned on this private island was huge. I could go hours without seeing him.
Right now, I sat looking over the ocean, enjoying the waves. I wasn’t too close.
I also had a pair of binoculars, which I kept randomly using. I was weird, all right, I kept trying to find a shark fin, or an octopus’s tentacle.
Way too many giant sea creature movies for me. Some were so lame, they were good.
“I don’t like the thought of you not living your dream. You’ve been taking care of me for a long time. Don’t think I don’t know it, either. I do. I know you’ve been by my side, protecting me, helping me.”