“And he helped to raise you.”
I saluted her with my drink. “Want one?”
She shook her head. “No.”
Staring at her, I recalled the nightclub she’d been in with Emily when I approached them recently. Ashley had looked so sexy. She’d captured my attention, but she had seven years ago as well.
“Maybe if you had a drink, it would loosen you up.”
“Is that how you want to take my virginity? When I’m not in my right mind to say no?”
I smiled. I couldn’t help it. I happened to love her bratty behavior. The spine. The fire. It meant she wasn’t broken, and there was nothing appealing to me.
“Ashley, you and I both know if I wanted to fuck you and take what is mine, I could have done it already. I don’t even need to try.” Sipping at my brandy, I glanced down the length of her body.
The dress she wore molded to every curve. It was made for her. She was so fucking pretty, and my balls ached. I needed to come. Even though I’d come all over those full tits hours ago, I felt the need for a brand-new release.
“Have a drink.” I moved toward my sound system. Without asking for her preference, I put on an upbeat dance song. It was one of the tunes that had been playing that night when they celebrated Emily’s birthday.
After going back to my drinks table, I poured another glass of brandy. No pressure. If she wanted to drink, she could. If not, then I respected her for it.
“What are you trying to do?” she asked.
“Have fun. Do you know how to do that? Or do you want to keep jumping down my throat about how useless I am as a male?”
I finished my glass and poured myself another.
“I don’t think you’re useless.”
“You hate what I do.” I finished off the second glass, the pale liquid helping me to relax. The music finally permeating through the fog. I needed to relax.
I needed to fuck.
There were so many women who’d come to me with just a phone call. I could make Ashley watch while I took them.
I didn’t.
I did what I’d never done in my fucking life. I allowed the music to seep into my mind, permitting it to take over. Dancing to the beat as I watched Ashley.
She had the drink in her hand. Her gaze on me. I would have done anything to have her naked and ready for me.
Her gaze stayed on me.
She tipped the glass to her lips and drank. I watched her throat work.
My need for sex was so strong that watching her throat work, I imagined my cock sinking into her mouth, choking her as she took me.
I’d come all over her tits, but now I wanted to fill that sweet mouth.
Seconds turned to minutes, and Ashley finished off one glass while I went on to my fourth.
The music changed through multiple songs, and Ashley’s hips began to move. She swayed left and right. I watched her.
Eyes closed, head tilted back to the side. Her hair fell around her in waves, shaping her body.
Slowly, her arms went up, and it was like she got lost in the beat as she danced with free abandon. She looked like a nymph, calling to me.
Finishing off my drink, I answered the call, banding my arm around her waist. She didn’t fight me.
I kept one hand on her ass, and with the other, I cupped her face.
She opened her eyes, staring into mine.
I was sure she could see every single part of me. The hard, the soft, the broken, the impenetrable. Ashley didn’t know it yet, but she’d stripped me, layer by layer until there was nothing left.
Open.
Exposed.
Vulnerable.
I wasn’t a weak man.
This woman had power over me.
I couldn’t allow that to happen.
Sliding my hand down from her cheek, I cupped her breast. The music continued to play, and I went to the zipper at the back of her dress, working it down.
She didn’t fight, not as I pulled the dress down.
I was completely dressed, and she was naked as I pulled her close to me. I took care of the bra, but the brandy had gone to my head. I grabbed my blade from my back pocket, flicked it up, slid it between her hip and the fabric, and sliced up, removing it.
Clothes on her body offended me. She shouldn’t be wearing anything in my presence.
Walking her back to the desk, I swiped my arm across the contents and lifted her up, putting her on the edge.
“Earl.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
The last thing I wanted to hear was her voice. The accusations. The judgment.
I pushed her so she had no choice but to lay back.
Her body was open for me.
Splaying my palm out across her pussy, I tested her clit, sliding my thumb between her folds and finding her soaking wet.
She could fight me all she wanted, but it wasn’t going to take away the fact she wanted this. Her body craved mine.
It would be so easy to grip my cock, press the tip at her core, and slam balls deep inside her cunt.
Taking her cherry wouldn’t come to that. She’d be on a bed, and there would be time to enjoy. I was ready to fucking explode.
Working my thumb through her clit, I watched her as she pressed her thighs open. Her body asking what her mouth couldn’t.
With my spare hand, I unzipped my pants and gripped my cock. I wasn’t wearing any boxer briefs. I was so big, but I was able to work my length out between the gap left by my zipper.
Up and down, I worked the length, preparing myself. The tip was already slick with pre-cum.
When it came to Ashley, I didn’t intend to ever wear a condom.
With the tip of my cock at her pussy, I moved between her slit so the head would work against her clit as I thrust forward.
She tensed up, clearly expecting me to fuck her.
Not yet.
All in good time.
I thrust forward, making sure she was wet enough to take this, to work my cock. The moment I was satisfied, I went to her hips, held her in place, and began to fuck her pussy. Each bump against her clit had her moaning my name, arching up, and calling out yes.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
Ashley didn’t know it, but her body, her very fucking self was made for me and me alone.
Up and down, I worked my cock, knowing it wasn’t enough. I wanted to plunge balls deep inside her cunt, but I held myself back. I played the good little boy, allowing her to get used to me, to fall for me.
My balls tightened at the sweet sounds she made.
She was so close to orgasm just from my cock alone. I didn’t stop, though. This was about me tonight, not her.
Thrusting forward and back, I groaned as with one final thrust, I came, spilling my release onto her waiting stomach.
I stared down into her startled eyes, and the one thing I knew was that Ashley was all fucking mine.
Chapter Ten
Ashley
We were surrounded by ocean, but Earl still had the foresight to install a pool at his private island house.
It seemed rather silly to even have a pool with all that water.
I’d changed into the bikini I found. It was way too revealing. I’d never worn anything like it. The bikini bottoms were small, only just covering my ass and pussy. The bra, pretty much the same. A single piece of string between each cup. More string tied it in the back and around the neck.
My breasts were heavy, and it didn’t offer much in the way of support. Back home, I’d have opted for a one-piece. Much more fabric to be able to hide behind.