“Yes, oh God Ash…”
“Talk to me, Beth. Tell me you like my cock.” I was filled with desire and lust for this woman.
“Yes…”
“Tell me.”
“I like your cock…oh…so close…”
I gripped her hips tighter, and rose on my knee, leaning forward slightly so I could pound harder and deeper as I drove us both to the edge of madness.
“I love your pussy, Beth… so fucking tight…”
Her head thrashed side to side as I fucked her harder and faster.
“Tell me you’re going to come. I want to hear you say it,” I told her.
“Ash…”
“Tell me you like it when I fuck you, Beth…” I was crazed now. Tension coiled tight in my balls. My need and desire and love for her all mixed in a crazy brew that threatened to completely undo me. I needed more than her body. I needed to know she was with me. That she felt all this too.
“Yes…”
“Tell me,” I growled. “Ah fuck, Beth…tell me…” I was so close. Too close.
“I like it when you fuck me.” Her entire body went taut. Her back arched and her head snapped back, as her pussy clamped down on my cock like a fucking vise.
Stars burst behind my eyes as my orgasm blasted through me like a fucking nuclear bomb. I plunged inside her tight pussy I shouted, “I’m coming …. Ah fuck…I’m coming so hard…” I pumped and pumped, my brain in a netherworld of endorphins and pleasure until my body gave out.
My breath came in bellows as I sank back on my heel. I opened my eyes, to see Beth also breathing hard. Not wanting her to start pulling away from me, I maneuvered us until I was laying over her. I kissed her, this time gently, tenderly. This wasn’t just a fuck for me. I needed her to understand that.
12
Beth – Friday
Oh. My. God. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined having sex like that. The first time Ash had touched me, it was beautiful and magical. It had been everything my romantic notions said it should be. This… good God, this had been like nothing I imagined. Pleasure, as it turned out, could come in many different forms. The first time, it had rolled through me like a summer storm. This time, Ash had given me two… no three… or was it four?… orgasms that felt like I’d been blasted to the stratosphere. Even now, with his dick still inside me, I could feel him pulsing, my body was still massaging his.
He lay over me, holding me, kissing me with such tenderness that it nearly brought tears to my eyes. This was what we lost. Not just the physical intimacy, but the tenderness, the love, the feeling like my soul belonged to him.
Everything he said to me at dinner flooded back.
I know I fucked up, Beth. If I could go back, I’d do it differently. But we can’t. All I can do is apologize and move forward… I never stopped thinking about you.
Was that what he wanted now? To move forward with me? I squeezed my eyes shut as I let the dream of what could have been seep into what could be. I could lay like this, with him, forever. I felt safe and secure in his arms. What a relief it would be to let go and lay out all my burdens, knowing he’d help. There was only one problem…
Hannah.
God, if he knew I’d had his child and never told him, he’d be furious. My reason for withholding it from him in the past was similar to his excuse for leaving me. I hadn’t been able to stand up to my father. And when the letter I snuck out to Ash came back unread, I figured he was done with me. He’d gotten what he’d wanted that night on the beach, and that was that.
I lived with my mother in Europe, had Hannah, finished school, and worked for my father’s company in Europe. I had money, resources, and support. I didn’t need Ash and didn’t expect to ever see him again.
But then my father got ill, and we learned that the company was having some challenges. Challenges that Ben made worse because of his drinking. My parents had been estranged since I was a child but never divorced, so my mother’s financial situation was like ours, meaning she wasn’t a source of support right now. Ash could solve all our problems. Could I ask for his help and still keep Hannah a secret?
You’re a selfish bitch, my subconscious chastised me. I knew it was right. Ash deserved to know. I deserved to suffer his wrath. But I couldn’t risk losing the only source of light in my life. If he found out, all these feelings he had for me now would vanish in an instant, replaced with hatred and resentment. Then he’d probably try to get custody. He had the money and resources to take my child. His father was known to have friends in high places, meaning he’d probably win full custody, and where would I be? My heart split in my chest as I thought about losing my sweet girl.