by Aria Cole
My lips whispered across hers, licking at the soft dip of the bow of her mouth before I slid both of my palms along her cheeks and kissed her. Really kissed her. Showed her how much I fucking cared with my actions, never my words. I was shit at words, but with her, I hoped that didn’t matter.
This was what mattered.
My devotion to her.
Her body relaxed as I continued the slow flex into her. Her fingertips searched my skin, discarding my shirt to the floor before I pulled her against me, chest-to-chest. “This is gonna hurt, Peaches, but I'll do my best to make it good for you.”
Her soft hum at my ear sent electric shocks down my spine. “You’ve already made everything incredible, Ash.”
I thrust my tongue past her lips in the next instant as I gently fucked past the soft barrier. The one that made her mine.
She arched quietly, clamping down on her lip, but I licked away the pain, pausing to let her adjust to my girth before I edged deeper in. Her muscles shook and quaked, her fingertips digging into my back, but all I did was kiss her. I couldn’t stop. Refused to. This was the only thing keeping me tethered to earth. Her lips, our bodies, this feeling.
“More, Ash, please,” she whispered, her hips working against mine as she sought more friction.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I gritted out from between my teeth, my control thinly held.
“You never could,” she murmured, fingers whispering at my temples.
Jesus, I think I loved her then.
The rope reining me in snapped, my uncontrollable desire for her unleashing as I thrust deeper, quicker, finally bottoming out at the end of her. Her body writhed, her moans echoing in my ears, and my cock leaked deep inside her before I lost my mind and thrust like I was starved.
“So wet, Peaches. This cunt is leaking for me. Such a sweet, greedy pussy.” I fucked her long and deep, stroke for stroke, abrading raw nerves that then sent me tumbling closer and closer to the abyss.
“Ash, you're… This is… Amazing…” The last word came out in a breathy sigh.
I yanked out of her body then, pushing her back on the kitchen island and following her up, my knees on either side of her thighs as I stroked my cock. Come leaked out of the tip, splashing on the soft, creamy skin of her stomach.
“Rub it in,” I instructed, the bite in my words only one indicator of the control I wanted to inflict over her.
Her eyes peered up at me, round and lost, before she surprised the fuck out of me and grasped my cock in her small hand. It twitched violently, liquid seeping from the tip before she pushed the evidence of my arousal around her belly, across her navel. Even taking one hand and rubbing it across the thick swell of her tits.
“Now you own me, Ash.”
Her words about made me come that instant.
I pushed forward, clutching at her hips as I held her steady and pushed back into her. She propped herself up on the cool granite, my cock filling her womb as my orgasm hovered at the edge.
“I fucking lose my mind with you,” I bit out, fire burning in my balls as I stroked.
Her body shook, tits heaving and jiggling as I fucked her like I owned her. Because I did. I owned every sweet inch.
“You're mine, Peaches, all fucking mine.” I pushed a hand between us and smacked the hot bud of her clit. The slick sound her flesh made as it connected with mine sent my orgasm barreling out of me. Her own release shook her body, shrieks ripping past her lips as she came. I smacked her clit again, enjoying the way she sounded when another wave of pleasure took her body.
“Ash, Ash… Oh my freaking God, Ash.” My cock burst with a fresh wave of release, my seed coating her cunt, and I hoped, planting my seed. Tinsley said she was mine, but I needed to see it. I wanted to watch her grow round with my baby, smile at my cheesy jokes, and moan when I kissed her every damn day.
I caged her in my arms, locking her wrists above her head and kissing my way up the center of her stomach, along the soft curves that covered her ribs, up the swell of her gorgeous tits, before hovering at the hollow of her neck. We lay that way for a few minutes, both recovering from our life-altering joining. Suddenly, I heard her stomach rumble as her sweet face turned all kinds of red. She looked up at me with a smile.
“You hungry?”
“Mmm…” She wiggled beneath me, my cock still hard and nestled deep inside her. Where it belonged. “Whaddya got?”
A cocky grin parted my lips. “I could eat you again.” I nudged my cock inside her. “But I think you need sustenance. I can make you something, or we can get delivery.”
I edged out of her body, the slow drag of my cock against the swollen walls of her cunt like kryptonite.
“I don’t think I could eat right now if I tried.”
I groaned against her tit, my tongue lapping at the puckered tip. “Well, then I know what the next stop is.”
“Oh yeah?” Her fingers pushed through my hair playfully. “What’s that?”
“The bed.”
FIVE
Tinsley
I woke the next morning with an ache so deep inside my pussy I thought it would last for days. I groaned and stretched, first noticing the way the cool, high-thread-count sheets puckered my nipples as they brushed against my naked skin.
I turned, spying Ash sprawled out next to me, one hand strewn behind his head on the pillow, hair rumpled, and his Adonis-like body stretched before me.
I gulped.
“Wow.” My eyes rolled up the cobblestone of muscles that made up his abdominals. Thick veins smattered across his pelvis, all pointing one way, straight down to the blessed promised land, hard as wood and tenting the silky Egyptian cotton sheets.
“Mornin’,” Ash drawled next to me.
“Hi,” I barely managed. Was the ache in my thighs really from him last night? Because somehow, he was even more beautiful in the morning. His heavy cock was like a beacon between us, begging for my lips.
I turned away, cheeks burning with embarrassment. He was too gorgeous, and my tongue lodged in my throat as I pushed my hands through my hair, trying to calm the flyaways.
“Stop fucking with your hair and get over here.” He hauled me down against his chest, melding our lips. “You look fucking beautiful.”
My heart thrummed with his words.
I shook the cobwebs from my brain before asking, “Did last night really happen?”
His striking eyes grew mischievous. “Need a reminder?”
His hand slapped my ass, leaving a soft sting that he soon followed up with his palm, soothing over the fiery nerves.
“I know that happened.” I wiggled my ass. “I can feel it in every muscle.”
His eyes stroked up and down my skin before lingering on the swell of my cleavage. “Good. I like you feeling where I’ve been.”
“That’s…” I searched for the right words. There weren’t any. “Kind of a caveman thing to say.”
“Just what you do to me.” Came the cocky reply.
“So…how does this work, then…logistically?” I traced the dark ring of hair smattering his nipple.
A low laugh filled the room before he pulled me onto him, my legs straddling his waist. The sheet fell away, and I reached for it before he snatched it out of my hands and tossed it out of my reach. “Do I have to outlaw clothing too?”
“No!” I laughed, covering my breasts before he pulled my wrists away and sucked one nipple and then the other into his mouth. Arousal soaked my inner thighs, the urge to grind against his hard body intense.
“New rule,” he growled. “No bras allowed. Ever.”
“What?” I huffed. He sucked harder, eliciting a stubborn moan from my lips. “You’re fucking insane, I can’t—”
“You can.” He grinned up at me charmingly. “And you will.”
“I will?” I hummed, succumbing to the lust his lips worked out of me. I tangled my fingers in his hair as he sucked at one nipple, making it throb in slow bursts and going straight to my pussy.<
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“You will because I said so.” His hand slid between my soaked pussy lips, working me into a frenzy before slowing abruptly. “Deal?”
I groaned out loud, tempted to haul ass right off of him and show him I meant business about this no bra…business.
But then his cock moved against my swollen flesh, the tip pressing at the entrance of my pussy, stretching and nudging, flexing and prodding. I worked my hips against his, slowly losing my mind one stroke at a time.
“What if I say no?”
His cock throbbed, pushing deeper inside me. I sucked in a gulp of air, conscious of his wide palms kneading all the muscles of my lower body, relaxing me, opening me for him. I pressed a kiss to his lips, quick at first, before one finger caught my chin and pulled me closer, urging me along with him.
“Disobey me and see what happens, beautiful.” His hand gripped my waist, his thrusts grew more ragged, more powerful, more primal. Everything about him took my breath away.
I would worship at this man’s feet if he asked me to—and probably enjoy it—but the stubborn, sassy side of me wanted to disobey him just to see what sort of wrath he could inflict. Maybe that would earn me a spanking or two. A grin turned my lips.
“I like having easy access to what’s mine.” His palm wrapped around the back of my neck, angling me closer to press our lips together in a hot kiss.
My stomach cartwheeled. Ash was taking me by storm and soaking my thighs with pleasure with every word he uttered. I couldn't explain the way I reacted when he said the most demanding and possessive things or why it turned me on so much.
“Well…” I said against his cheek, fingernails pressing into the hard muscle of his shoulder. “I think I’m gonna wear a bra today anyway.”
His cock twitched and stiffened deep inside my pussy. I felt every move he made against my body, and I was sure that dark, lusty look in his eyes meant he liked the thought of me disobeying him.
“Is that so, Peaches?”
I’d forgotten he’d taken to calling me Peaches last night, after he’d called my tits ripe. “It is.”
I shoved my chin in the air, barely holding back the smile of cocky amusement on my face.
In one swift move, Ash yanked his dick out of me, leaving me lonely and cold all at the same time. “Wh-what are you—”
“Hands and knees, on the floor.” He set me on the floor next to the bed, sitting back, dick hard and thick between his powerful thighs.
I dropped to my knees instantly, wanting to lick his heavy cock, show him how much I loved the pleasure it gave me.
“Nuh-uh.” He looked down at me sharply. “Turn around and head that way.” He pointed to the opposite end of the room. “And, Tinsley?” he called, catching my eyes. “Crawl.”
That one word infused arousal into my veins. My pussy leaked down my thighs, dripping on the polished wooden floor he wanted me to crawl on. I sucked in a slow breath, then bent down on my hands, making sure I wiggled my ass when I twisted around, before sliding across the room.
The only sound echoing in my ears was the slide of slick flesh against his palm as he stroked his dick, watching me. I grew impossibly wetter, a soft whimper falling from my lips as I made my way across the room.
“Do you like my eyes on you, Peaches? Knowing I’m tugging on my cock while you crawl across the floor for me?”
The wood bit into my knees, my pussy clenching as arousal coiled and cascaded through my core.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” I whispered as I reached the wall and waited.
“Good girl.” He paused. “Turn around.”
I did, but I didn’t lift my eyes to him. It didn’t feel right, not until he said so.
“Crawl back.”
A lump grew in my throat as I wished he'd rescue me. Sweep me into his arms and cover me in kisses, bury himself deep inside me and reassure me our connection was still unbreakable.
But he didn't.
I drew in a tremulous breath before crawling back, wincing as the wood wore on my skin. I reached his spread knees, heavy cock fat and veiny in his hand.
“What do you want, Peaches?”
“You,” I answered instantly. “I want you so badly it hurts.” I swallowed the painful lump. I didn’t know why emotion was clawing at my insides like this, something about his presence, the dominant way he took control weakening the defenses I’d built.
“Where do you want me?” He spoke steadily, the rhythm matched by the slow stroke of his cock in his hand.
“In my mouth,” I begged, lifting my eyes.
He was beautiful, gazing up at him like I was.
“You can have my dick,” he growled. “But don’t touch yourself.”
I inched closer, licking my way up the sac of his heavy balls and around the root of his cock. He growled again, head rolling back and exposing the taut lines of his lean neck. I would have licked every inch of his body if he’d let me. I ran my tongue down the ridge, licking at the base and then lapping at his taut balls before sliding back up the shaft again. With soft flicks, I tongued the tip, taking my time before his eyes shot open and one hand pushed into my hair.
“Don’t tease me, Peaches. You can’t have my come. Don’t try to get it out of me.”
My eyes flared at his words. Suddenly the only thing I wanted was his come, all over me, inside me.
“Yes, Ash.”
His eyes blazed when I breathed his name before hollowing my cheeks and slowly sucking him to the base of my throat again. His hips jerked, the thick steel of his cock filling my mouth and stifling the air from my windpipe.
I pulled in a breath through my nose, eyes watering before I stroked back up his shaft, sucking him hard. His hand came to rest at the base of his cock then, fisting it tightly and pulling it out of my mouth.
“I want to see those pretty eyes while I’m coming all over your tits.” My nipples puckered painfully as his seeping cock dusted across their tips. His eyes flared and darkened, eyelashes shadowing his sharp cheekbones before his lips parted and soft pants pushed past his lips. I pressed myself against him, loving the feel of his fist sliding in between my breasts as he stroked his cock to release.
My pussy ached, juice running down my thighs, the only thought in my head that I should jump on top of him right now and fuck him until I screamed. But I didn’t know what he’d do if I did that, and after the overwhelming emotion that overtook me when he made me crawl on the floor, I wasn’t brave enough to disobey him again so soon.
But I would again.
Seeing his look as he punished me was a priceless turn-on.
“Get up here,” he instructed roughly, and I did, crawling up his chest, rubbing my pussy along the cock he was jerking so frantically. “You still can’t have my come.” His eyes focused on mine. “But I need your lips.”
Our mouths crashed together in the next instant, the steady jerk of his fist between us calming when I felt the hot stream of his semen on my stomach. He pushed his fingertips through the release, then dragged the juice across my lips, coating them in his very own homemade gloss.
“You're dangerous for me,” he said finally, sealing our lips in another, more intimate kiss. Long and slow, he swallowed my tongue, showing me things I couldn’t even put words to.
Thirty days suddenly didn’t seem like long enough.
SIX
Ash
Later that morning, my favorite pair of camo cargo pants hanging loose off my hips, I took the stairs two at a time, intent on looking for my girl and getting some food in her belly. I had a mind to take her out for lunch, maybe swing by her place and pick up some more of her things. It wasn’t like I actually expected her not to go home the next thirty days; she could go back once or twice to get what she needed. But the rest, I had here. I could take care of her better than anyone else, I was damn sure of that.
A grin crooked my lips when I thought of the scrap we’d had this morning about the no-bra rule. I’d been damn serious about that
too. I couldn’t wait to see her little nipples poking against the soft cotton of her T-shirt. And if she wanted to fight me on other rules, well, hell. I looked forward to that as well.
Something about watching her get all stubborn and sassy made my cock pound. I wanted to shut her mouth with my lips and fuck her until the only thing on her mind was me.
“Peaches!” I called down the long hallway. “Where you at?”
“In here!” she trilled in that soft little singsong. I’d told her to go explore the house. What’s mine was hers; the sooner she got that, the better off we’d be.
I turned the corner into my office, surprised to find the light flipped on and the box of paperwork stacked next to my safe spread out on the floor, my girl on her knees at the center of it.
What happened next was at warp speed. I wasn’t even sure what I said before I was hauling her to her feet, jaw clenching with thinly veiled anger as I barked, “That’s… You… You shouldn't be looking at that shit.”
Her eyes grew as wide as fucking dinner plates before her lip quivered and a stack of letters fluttered out of her hands.
Though they were old and worn and yellowed with time, I kicked them back in the pile, not giving a shit what damage they sustained.
I’d held on to those letters for years, living and breathing next to them, nearly dying for them.
But now all that mattered was her.
“I’m sorry,” she uttered softly.
“What did you see?”
Her eyes shimmered, holding mine unwaveringly. “Nothing.”
I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat and letting my muscles relax. I had to believe her. If she had seen anything, she would have said something by now.
Hell, I never should have let her wander the house.
“You’ve got free rein of everything. Except what’s in that box.” I pushed a hand through my hair, flopping into the chair that sat against the wall.
