Tortured Duchess (Adair Legacy)

CHAPTER4

Hadley

Ifeel light, airy. Like I have the world at my fingertips, all I have to do is say yes.

Ashton does that to me.

He knows my darkest secret now, and he doesn’t think less of me. Not like I do. I’m ashamed of the jealousy I used to feel and the relief that it wasn’t me in that car. Then the guilt swamps me.

But with Ashton, I feel like I can move past all of it. I can have a life, and I’ll be one hell of a lucky girl to have him in it.

Stepping into his penthouse suite, the door slams behind us, and he wastes no time issuing orders.

“Strip. Keep the heels.” His voice is like a caged animal straining to be set free. Reaching behind me, I slip the clasp loose on my top, and the whole romper falls to the ground. The necklace chain releases from the material, and I can feel the clasp bounce between my ass cheeks.

“Fuck,” Ashton groans behind me. I can hear his clothes hitting the ground, but I’m not brave enough yet to turn and look at him.

Getting a quick glimpse of his home, it’s open, spacious, exactly how I would like it for myself. I feel him as he walks up behind me, the heat of his naked flesh making me shiver. Heavy hands grip my hips, and he leans his forehead on the top of my head as he pushes his very…holy shit…large dick against my ass.

“Walk forward,” he whispers, guiding us to a chaise lounge in front of the larger window overlooking the city. Spinning me around with his hands, I’m breathless as he murmurs, “I was right. Ripe little peaches.”

Taking a deep breath, I gather my courage to look down and know before seeing it that there’s no way that can be the average man’s size. “Holy shit,” I breathe out roughly.

“Sit,” he orders, and I do. Mouth level with his swollen member, I watch with fascination as a line of precum spills free through the slit. I don’t know what drives me forward, but I find myself licking the tip of his cock, catching the little pearl sliding down his shaft with my tongue. “Fuck, lamb, you can’t do that.”

With a wicked smile, I disobey. Closing my eyes and moaning at his flavor. Salty, sweet, spicy. Everything I expect from a man like Ashton DeMarco.

“Lean back, legs up, hold them heels, and don’t let go.” Reluctantly, I do as he says because I’m exposing myself to him in ways I’ve never done for another man. It makes me nervous and excited.

My breathing is ragged as the city lights flicker through the tinted window behind me. Ashton drops to his knees, and I feel his hot breath at the apex of my thighs. Quivering, I close my eyes and wait for his next move.

Anticipation nearly kills me until suddenly, the heat of his mouth covers my sex, and my back bows off the cushion beneath me. A sharp slap against my overly sensitive pussy along with his growled, “I said don’t move,” has tears crowding my eyes. Not because it hurts but because the ecstasy rolling through my body is almost too much to bear.

I don’t comprehend time nor distance as he continues to lick and suck at my pussy, nibbling along the way. I do know that my body can’t take much more, and as an orgasm surfaces, I stiffen and cry out, “Oh, Daddy,” on a long moan.

I feel him freeze as the pleasure washes through me, but it takes a moment before I can figure out what’s happened.

“What did you just say?” My head clears, and I stare down at him. His face is a mask I can’t read.

“What?” I breathe. I’m barely processing at the moment.

“What the fuck did you just call me?” He seems angry, maybe; I’m not sure. His eyes are dark with desire, and I can see the pulse pounding in his neck.

He crawls up my body, and I struggle to recall the last couple of minutes. “Uhm.” Uh oh. “I didn’t mean to.” Tears surface because I hadn’t even realized what I said or that I was going to say it, but he must not have liked it. “I’m sorry.”

Ashton’s mighty frame, covered in muscles and tattoos, lays atop me, and I can feel his hardness beating against my flesh, nestled between my legs. Kissing my collarbone, he licks a trail up my chest and neck until he’s breathing in my ear.

“Say it again.” My eyes widen with shock, and when he pulls back, our lips a hair apart, I can see the seriousness in his eyes.

Maybe he did like it? “Fuck me, Daddy.” His cock thumps raggedly against my sex, making his pleasure known. “Please.” I feel a gaping hole inside me, and I know only he can fill it.

Stealing a kiss, he delves deep inside my mouth with his tongue, licking everywhere he can touch. My heart beats uncontrollably. His hands are in my hair, and he grips tightly, seconds before I feel him pushing at my entrance.

He’s so large I’m already hurting, but he distracts me when he pulls my head back and begins attacking my neck with kisses, bites, and licks. I’m so lost in the pleasure of his assault that when he slams inside of me, tearing through my virginity, I scream so loud the windows shake.

“Shhh, sweet lamb, I’ll take care of you.”

My hands have moved to his back, and I’m sure I’ve drawn blood with how hard I’m holding onto him. He doesn’t stop, though. His hips leisurely thrust in and out as I grow used to this new invasion within my body.

“Relax, Hadley.” His growled words in my ear express his need to bring us both pleasure. Even though he sounds pissed.

“It hurts,” I whine as stars burst behind my eyelids. The pain and pleasure intertwine as his thrusting picks up pace.

“Let Daddy take care of this sweet pussy.” His groaned words only fuel my desires, and soon, all I feel is the pleasure his body brings me. Ashton is a man who knows what he’s doing, and I couldn’t be happier that I gave myself to him.

“I’m never letting you go,” he whispers against my lips, kissing me within an inch of my life.

When I feel his muscles shiver and his body vibrate, I know he’s close to his breaking point too. “Come for me, Daddy.” I lift my hips to meet each of his thrusts, and when he slams into me one last time with a roar of release, I feel my body react. Pleasure undulates through me in soft waves, and I can hardly breathe.

My bones are liquid, and my muscles couldn’t flex if I tried. I can feel him pick me up, hear him whisper sweet nothings in my ear, but it’s not until we’re lounging in a warm bath that I realize we’ve moved.

I’m so relaxed and languid that I begin to fall asleep on his chest. With an unknowing whisper of, “I love you, Ashton,” I’m out cold in seconds.

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