In and out. She bobbed her head, taking more of me.
Ashley would tease the tip of my cock at the back of her throat, trying to swallow me down, but she’d only get so far.
I couldn’t stand it.
Using the grip I had in her hair, I pulled her off my dick, let go of her hair, and picked her up, taking her to the bed.
I didn’t let her get far away from me before I had hold of her hips and spread her thighs open.
Cupping her ass, I drew her up to me, licking and sucking at her clit. She was already soaking wet. This was how I fucking loved her. Drenched in arousal and willingness. The way she rubbed her pussy over my face, I couldn’t get enough. Using my teeth, I heard her cry out, and I soothed the bite with the flat of my tongue.
I slid down, going to her entrance, plunging in and out, taking her with my tongue.
“Yes, more. Please, more.” The begs left her lips, and they only served to make me even more aroused. I wanted her so badly. She was going to come all over my cock this time.
I was a greedy bastard when it came to Ashley. Once was never enough. She set me aflame, and the only person to put it out was her.
I released her pussy, grabbed my cock, aligned the tip, and in one hard thrust, I was balls deep within her. I pounded her pussy, going harder and faster within her.
She screamed my name, the sound echoing off the walls.
I watched her take me. Her cunt widening to fit the length and width of my cock. She stretched for me and me alone.
My pussy.
My woman.
All fucking mine.
Each time we did this, it turned into a mantra of need.
I couldn’t tell her exactly how I felt, only that I knew what she meant to me. How hungry she made me. There was no stopping it.
I loved this woman, and I hated myself for it. Love was a weakness I promised myself I’d never feel.
Ashley had gotten under my skin, and now there was no denying her. No looking back. I had to keep her all to myself.
I reached between her thighs, stroking her clit, drawing her orgasm back, and getting her close to the edge. I thrust to the hilt, feeling her release as she clamped around my dick. The pulses nearly set off my own release, but I kept it at bay.
I didn’t wait for her to finish before I grabbed her hips and pounded inside her, fucking her harder than ever before. I wanted to fucking brand her. For every single part of her to be completely owned by me, so she would never doubt who owned her.
Ashley had already done the same to me.
She didn’t know it yet, but I was hers.
So completely.
It was fucking hilarious. The beast finally was brought down by this woman. This unsuspecting beauty among so many. She was my weakness.
I slammed deep and closed my eyes, taking possession of her mouth as I came. Spilling every single drop of seed within her tight cunt, hoping it would get her pregnant. My desires were wrong, I knew that, but I couldn’t stop it.
Getting Ashley pregnant was what I wanted. It would bind her to me indefinitely, giving her no chance to escape.
Chapter Fifteen
Ashley
“I don’t care about the rules. This game is stupid.”
“It’s a sport.”
“Not a very good one.”
Earl laughed as I moved another pawn, and he tutted. To be honest, he’d written down the way the pieces were supposed to move, and I just played. I had no understanding of strategy or what piece needed to go where. All I remembered was the queen had to be kept safe. Every other player had a free-for-all.
“It’s a skill. It’s about knowledge and knowing what play to move and when.”
I scrunched up my face. “It’s boring.”
We’d been playing for an hour now and the truth was I did find the game really boring, but I liked watching Earl.
Even though I had no doubt he could have easily taken me out with a few easy moves, he kept pretending I was some competition. It was all lies, but I couldn’t help but find it cute.
Flicking my hair over my shoulder, I was drawn to his hands. They were so big, so creative. The need to reach out and touch him was strong, but I held myself back. I didn’t have a choice. We were playing, and I wasn’t going to initiate sex, which was so wrong.
It wasn’t like we’d stopped doing it.
“You think I don’t know what you want?” he asked.
His gaze was on me when I lifted mine up to look at him.
“I don’t know.”
“You’ve got a flush to your chest. Your nipples are hard, and your hand is pressed near the juncture of your thighs, Ashley. Tell me I’m wrong, but you’re thinking about how to get me to fuck you, aren’t you?”
His dirty words heightened my arousal.
Licking my lips, I tried to moisten my already dry mouth. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“And you are a bad liar.”
“It’s your move.”
He moved a piece. “Checkmate.”
I had no idea what piece it was or how he did it. I didn’t even care if what he did was legal or within the rules.
“Now, Ashley, it’s your move.”
Would it be so hard to close the distance between us? To fling the board to one side and have my way with him? I wanted to. My hands itched for me to be forward, to feel him inside me. To have his hands all over me, but at the last minute, I took the cowardly way out.
“I’m going to go make us another drink.” I grabbed my glass.
Earl had settled for scotch. The smell made me feel sick, and there was no way I intended to drink anytime soon.
At the teapot, I filled it with water and placed it on the stove, turning the gas on to heat it. I gripped my neck, tilting my head left and right.
I was fine. I didn’t need him. Sex was just an action. I was completely … fine. I lost count of how many times I thought about how fine I was, especially as I was the furthest thing from fine.
I was horny.
Why didn’t they warn you about this in the science books?
I’d been aroused. A dirty film. Porn. I’d had moments, but nothing like this.
Earl and I had sex all the time. I shouldn’t want it again. Just this morning, he’d woken me up to kisses down the spine. Then he’d turned me over and brought me to an orgasm before taking one of his own.
His cock was always ready to take what he wanted.
Earl cupped my hips, drawing me back. “Is it so hard for you to take what you want?” he asked, brushing his lips across my neck.
My nipples got even more painful. My body betrayed me while I tried to stay in complete control. I attempted to monitor my breaths, nothing.
All I cared about was his rock-hard cock filling me. Fucking me. Taking me.
“I’m not going to give you what you want until you ask me for it.” His teeth bit down into my neck, and I moaned.
One of his hands went to my breast, cupping the mound. His palm skimmed across my breast. Just enough of a press to make me ache for more.
His touch set me on fire, and I was more than willing to burn.
Earl pulled away. His touch left me panting for more, but he refused.
I turned toward him, and he smiled at me. “What’s it going to be, Ashley?”
Ignoring was one of my choices, but it also wasn’t an option. I was tired of being stubborn. Of fighting what I truly wanted.