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.