I waited, leading her to the peak, holding her just there but not letting her go over. Finally, when I knew she couldn’t handle another second, I thrust her over the edge.
Lowering her to the bed, I worked my fingers over her clit, eking out every ounce of her release. At the same time, cock in hand, tip at her entrance, I slammed inside her, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm work their way up my dick.
She felt perfect. Closing my eyes, I allowed each ripple to surround my length until she couldn’t take another moment.
I let go of her clit, gripped her hips, and started to fuck her. Slow strokes at first until they built, going harder and deeper.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I spun us around so she was the one on top. Running my hands up her body, I cupped her tits.
“I don’t know what to do.”
I fingered her nipples, loving the sight of her head tipping back, grinding on me as she lost a little control.
Such a highly addictive sight. I couldn’t resist it.
Grabbing her hips, I showed her what I liked, guiding her over my dick, getting her to set a pace that would suit the two of us.
It didn’t take her long to lead. Working her pussy, bouncing on my cock so I could marvel at the weight of her tits. So heavy.
I cupped them as I groaned, thrusting up to her pussy.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I held her ass and fucked up into her, making her take all of me. I came like that, filling her pussy.
Wrapping my arms around her, I took her back to the bed, stroking the hair out of her face.
“So, what do you think about fucking?” I asked.
The warmth in her cheeks made me question her.
“I love it,” she said. “Can we do it again?”
“We’re not ever going to stop doing it.”
Chapter Thirteen
Ashley
“We’re not ever going to stop doing it.”
I released a scream. I’d been trying to hold it in, but the moment Earl touched me, all thoughts left my body. It didn’t matter that we were in a fancy clothing boutique, or that I was naked, and he pounded into me from behind. His hands on my tits as he drove inside me. All the while, he made me watch him in the mirror.
It had been a week since he’d taken my virginity.
The next day, he’d packed us up, and I realized a few miles from the house, there was a small helipad. That was how he kept coming and going. We were away from his island in a matter of hours.
We stayed in the penthouse he owned in the city. Every day and night, we fucked.
I no longer felt sore, which was insane as all we did was have sex.
Each time I thought it would be the last, only the moment he touched me, I couldn’t resist him.
He’d taken me to a restaurant yesterday, and he’d followed me to the bathroom. Even as people came and went, he had me pinned up against the stall, taking his length. Much like now, only this was far more intense.
The hand at my chest moved up to wrap around my neck.
He pulled me back so his lips were at my neck. “I fucking love how you take me. Your pretty pussy knows what it wants. I’m the only dick it craves.”
I moaned.
“Say my name.”
“Earl.”
“What am I doing to you?”
“Fucking my pussy.”
“That’s right, and who owns this pussy?”
“You do.”
He slammed in deep, and I felt wave upon wave of his cum as he came. The veins in his neck seemed to pop out with the restraint he showed.
With the last of his orgasm ebbing away, he laid gentle kisses across my shoulder.
“My cum is going to spill down your thighs the moment I let you go.”
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I nodded.
“You’re not going to clean it up. I want it to stay there so you remember me.”
As if I could forget him.
Ever since he found me chin-deep in the ocean, he’d been far more attentive. He’d pushed me to the breaking point.
I’d never been so relieved to hear cars and people. Even arguing. The first night back, we’d stood in the elevator as a couple screamed at each other.
I’d lapped it up. Loving the fact people were angry. I still lived.
Earl eased out of my pussy, and his cum spilled down my inner thighs. I pressed them together, thankful I had thighs that met in the middle so it couldn’t go anywhere else.
I changed quickly into my clothes.
Earl grabbed my hand, and we left the stall. He’d picked up the clothes, and I left him to deal with the sales assistant.
He’d been determined to take me shopping. I hated shopping. Clothes were a necessity, but I never got any enjoyment out of it. The truth was, for me, my favorite kind of shopping was at the supermarket, buying food. Lame, I knew.
Within seconds, we were out of the shop. His guards following in front and behind us as we moved along the street. People kept a wide berth, no one daring to come too close.
“Do you ever really get used to this?” I asked. I was so far out of my depth.
“What?”
“This? You know, people not wanting to be near you.”
“It gets easier after a while. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”
I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to get used to it. I kept my mouth shut. Neither of us had spoken about our truth-or-dare game, or what happened after.
We found another restaurant to eat at.
I liked the food, but I missed cooking. The past week had been a lot of fun, but I wanted to eat my food.
His guards always took a separate table. If the place was fully booked, people lost their seats. I hated how powerful he was at times. How easy it was for him to move people along as if they didn’t matter.
To Earl, they didn’t. He rarely saw other people.
Sitting opposite him now, our first course already in front of us, I wondered how much of this life he truly enjoyed.
There was more to Earl than what met the eye. I got that. It was why I didn’t fight my attraction to him.
“Do you still feel me?” he asked.
“Yes.” I couldn’t help but glance left and right.
“No one will say a word to you.”
“It’s not about that. I just, I don’t want people to know what we get up to. You know?”
The smile on his lips was a combination of sin and dark secrets.
“You think they don’t know that I’ve fucked you senseless? The mark on your neck and wrists, the plumpness of your lips? All of it is proof of a woman who has been taken.”
I couldn’t help but lick my lips.
I knew I’d been thoroughly fucked. My body was very much aware of it. The pleasure was intense.
Even when he took me in the changing room less than an hour ago, I felt an answering heat in my body.
“You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?”
I simply nodded my head, not wanting to give this feeling any other kind of word.
The second and third courses came to us quite quickly.
Earl took care of the check, and I was in his arms. We were back on the street, only this time, we went to the car.
He gave the driver the instruction to take us back home.
As we drove through town, his hand rested on my knee. I wanted to move it up further. Even though we were in the car, so close, I craved his closeness. He didn’t even move an inch.