And yet, he waited.
The kiss he gave me now wasn’t rough, it didn’t hint at punishment. This was gentle. It was sweet. It was lovemaking.
I didn’t want lovemaking. I wanted fucking.
His hands moved down my body, stroking across each curve, coming to stop at my hips. I couldn’t resist rocking my hips up toward him.
I swallowed down his groan.
Earl tensed up, and slowly, he started to move. Each movement so subtle to start with. A slight thrust. Getting me used to the feel of him.
I moaned his name, and he didn’t stop kissing me.
The pain was completely gone, and I couldn’t keep myself still. So with each thrust inside me, he began to meet me until we were in a steady pace. He pulled out, and I thrust back, ass to the mattress. He pushed back in, I pushed up, meeting him.
Slowly at first, then it turned into a frenzy.
Earl sat up, put his hands on my arms, keeping me down, and then pounded inside me, the headboard hitting the wall.
“Fuck, so fucking tight, so fucking sweet.” He sank his fingers into my hair, taking my mouth once again, and he came, slamming to the hilt within me.
Each pulse of his cock flooded my pussy as he finally spilled inside me.
It was over.
It was done.
I was a virgin no more.
I should be relieved.
Instead, I was terrified. What if he didn’t want me anymore?
****
Earl
I hadn’t left Ashley alone on purpose. My work didn’t allow me the luxury of a lot of time away. I always had to be one step ahead of my enemies, and since fulfilling the dare to Ashley, I’d encountered several problems.
According to the cop I employed, three of the fifteen women had been reported missing again. Their last-known whereabouts put them outside of work. There was always the chance this could happen.
I wasn’t the only trafficker in the industry.
There were a lot of men and even women who used human flesh to make money.
The last shipment of girls had also been delayed because an attack at the docks had resulted in ten girls being taken, and three had been killed.
Not good.
I hadn’t had to deal with this kind of disrespect since I had taken over from my grandfather and people were testing me. A show of strength was needed, and that meant less time on the island. So much so, I hadn’t been back in days.
Upon coming home to find Ashley chin-deep in the ocean with the intention of swimming off, I lost it. With everything she’d caused, if she thought she was getting away from me, she had another thing coming.
I was shocked to see in the short time I’d been away, she’d lost weight. The sparkle in her eyes had dimmed a little. I didn’t like the woman staring back at me. I had to make it stop.
The fire had come back with the threat of taking her own virginity. I wasn’t entirely sure if she’d do it or if she was bluffing.
I hadn’t intended to fuck her while I was so angry.
With her naked, spread, waiting, her pussy soaking wet, and the weeks apart, I’d needed her.
After taking her, I’d released her arms, and she’d wrapped them around me. Her words were unmistakable even as she muffled them against my chest. “Please don’t leave me here. I don’t want to be alone anymore.”
I was a hard man. I didn’t break easily. I was used to taking what I wanted. Of fucking women and moving onto the next.
She’d broken my heart.
I hadn’t said a word. I picked her up, carried her through to the bathroom, and drew a soothing, salt-filled bath. Once she was inside, I’d returned to the bedroom. The sheets showed the evidence of her virgin state.
Blood mixed with my cum and her arousal.
I hadn’t brought her to orgasm. Even afterward.
After stripping the bed, I kept the sheets, a token, changed them, and returned to the bathroom. I’d joined her in the bath.
All of Ashley’s fight had left her. She’d collapsed against me, and I held her as I washed her body then my own. I’d put her to bed, and now I lay beside her.
I’d already slept for a couple of hours.
Watching her sleep was the pleasure I’d been after.
My marks had appeared on her body. Tiny bruises from my fingers digging into her flesh.
A stray curl lay across her face. Taking it with my finger, I moved it out of the way.
She looked so sweet. So sexy.
I couldn’t help but touch her. Placing a hand on her shoulder, I pressed a kiss to her cheek.
Eyes opened, Ashley smiled at me, and as she did, she gave a little stretch, which then caused her to moan.
I waited for last night to come as a reminder to her. The moment it did, I saw it.
Her eyes went wide. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. The blush coating her cheeks had me wanting me to give her a reason to be a little embarrassed.
“What happens now?” she asked.
It wasn’t a question I expected. “I think it’s time I took you back to the living. The island is getting to you.” I didn’t want to see her chin-deep in the water, or worse, not find her at all. I didn’t expect her to ever try to escape. Her fear of sharks and the ocean kept her here.
I’d been unfair.
“Is this where you leave me?” she asked. “You got what you wanted.”
“Don’t. You freely offered it to me. In fact, you begged me to take it.”
“I was tired of waiting.”
“And do you think one fuck is going to satisfy me?” I pulled the blanket off her body and moved so I sat between her thighs. With her legs wrapped around my body, she couldn’t close them or keep me away.
Pressing my thumbs to her lips, I spread them open and with a groan, looked at her wet cunt. She was turned on. I wondered if I was the cause of her arousal, or if it was something to go with another man? A dream perhaps.
Jealousy struck me hard and fast.
I was a full-grown man. I didn’t feel this way. Not even about an imaginary friend. Pushing the thoughts to the back of my mind, I focused on her now.
I didn’t have to hold back as I slid two fingers inside her pretty cunt. Newly broken in. My dick was the only one she’d ever feel.
Ashley still thought I was going to let her go. That there was a chance I’d leave her.
She was in for a rude awakening. One taste would never be enough.
Ashley was mine. I wasn’t ever giving her back.
I’d never had someone that was just mine. All of her firsts, all of her memories. Ashley didn’t even have a past boyfriend to compare me to.
She was all fucking mine and if I had to, I’d get it inked all over her skin, property of Earl.
“You only wanted one thing from me.”
“And now I want more.” With two fingers inside her, I pressed my thumb to her clit. She let out a cry, her cunt tightening around my fingers. She enjoyed it.
In and out, I worked her body.
She moaned my name. The sound I was becoming highly addicted to.
“That’s right, Ashley.”
Some of my cum would still be inside her. I cleaned her last night, but I had a lot to spill within her tight walls.
I gripped her ass and tugged her close. Now I used my mouth, tonguing her cunt, slamming inside her.
At first, Ashley started out tense, trying to fight against my touch. With each stroke of my tongue, the fight in her withered away until she was rubbing her pussy against my face, bringing her closer to orgasm.