“Ash,” she whispered.
“Shush,” I said.
Tracing a finger over my jaw, she brushed her lips against mine. “You’ve no idea what you are unlocking with me.” The words trailed off her tongue, and our lips parted.
Sophia held onto my face and ground her hips into my lap.
Every part of me begged for her. I craved her touch, her flesh—every morsel of her body.
With wild abandon, the kisses grew hungrier. The need to devour each other drove me to the point I wanted to be deep inside her, then and there.
Sophia broke the kiss. “Are you sure you really want this?” she asked.
“Yes.” I gripped her ass tight and pushed her against my erection.
She smiled and took my hand in hers. “Then, follow me.”
Sophia led me to her room and closed the door behind us. She removed her clothing and stood in front of me looking like a goddess. Her tousled locks shimmered in the glow of the room. Her erect nipples made my cock twitch.
“You are so beautiful,” I muttered, running my hand up and down her spine.
She smiled and touched the buckle of my belt. “I could say the same about you.” Undoing the belt, she whipped it out from my jeans and held it in her hands. “I want you to tie me to the bed using your belt,” she said.
Now this was something I hadn’t expected. The thought of her being completely at my mercy turned me on even more.
She threw the belt onto the bed and turned her attention to my sweater.
I pulled it over my head, dropping it to the floor.
Sophia ran her hands over my chest, tracing her nails along the outline of the skull tattoo. Her eyes burned with desire.
“Fuck me,” she whispered before undoing the flies of my jeans. She pulled my jeans down over my legs, and I stepped out of them.
I didn’t say anything. Instead, I let her lead the show, which she was more than happy to do.
She slipped a finger inside the waistband of my boxers, gently tugging on the material and letting it smack back against my skin.
My hardness grew from the touch, and I ached for her to hold my cock in her hand.
Right on cue, Sophia slid my boxers down and my erection sprang out. A coy smile spread across her face. She kissed my collarbone, her lips soft like silk. Her hand glided down and gently took a hold of my cock. She smiled.
“Do you like it when I touch you?”
“You know I do,” I replied, wrapping an arm around her waist.
“And do you like it when I do this?” she asked, stroking me, gently rubbing the precum over the tip.
“Yes,” I whispered, my voice husky with desire.
Sophia loosened her grip and took my hand in hers. “Let’s have some fun,” she said, and led us to her bed.
She reached across the bed, lifted the belt, and handed it to me.
I took the belt and smirked, watching her move back onto the bed.
Sophia raised her arms up above her head and lay back.
I knew exactly what she wanted. “So you want it like this, huh?” I asked, stretching over her and binding her wrists together with the belt.
I secured it to the spindles of her headboard and made sure it wasn’t too tight, giving her a little freedom, but not enough for her to break loose.
“Baise-moi.” She groaned and opened her legs wide. “Fuck me in the ass.”
Well, there was a proposition I hadn’t expected from her. Granted, I was no prude when it came to sex, I just never assumed she’d want my cock in her ass. But who was I to look a gift horse in the mouth?
Sophia’s wet pussy glistened in the light of the room. Fuck, she was hot. I gazed at her. Everything before me was more arousing than anything I’d experienced in a long while. Her hands bound, her nipples erect, and her gaping asshole begged for a drilling.
I stroked myself a few times before contemplating anything else. Then, I licked two fingers. Gently, I eased them inside her pussy, working them in and out, letting her delicious juices run out, leaving a glistening trail.
Sophia bucked her hips every time I slid my thumb over her swollen clit. Her eyes closed and she tilted her head back, moaning as my strokes grew faster.
“You like that, don’t you?” I leaned over her, pushing another finger deep inside her, sucking a nipple into my mouth.
Her back arched and her pussy clamped around my fingers. “I’m cumming.” She gasped.
Her words drove me wild. I loved the sound of her velvety voice as she hummed, riding my hand.
“You’re driving me crazy.”
I moaned in her ear before I licked her lips, planting soft kisses over her mouth, her chin, and neck. I removed my fingers from her pussy, and lathered her moisture down over her little asshole, gently probing her tightness.
“Fuck me hard,” she panted, driving her hips up and opening her legs wide.
I brushed my cock against her inner thigh. It throbbed from the sight of her fuckable and glistening hole. Positioning myself at the entrance, I eased in slowly, meeting very little resistance.
Sophia let out a series of gasps as I took my time, filling her with my hardness.
I knelt there, deep inside her for several minutes. I stared down at her and revelled in her beauty, how she lay before me. The folds of her pussy spread wide. She was completely at my mercy and loved every second of it. I moved slowly, sliding my cock in and out of her sexy ass.
Sophia let out a small moan and licked her lips. “That’s so good,” she purred, lifting her legs higher.
I took a hold of her ankles, and I ploughed her hard. I watched her ass stretch around me, stopping every few thrusts, just to take in the sight below me.
“Harder,” she murmured.
“Like this?” I replied, fucking her deeper.
Sophia’s eyes rolled back in her head as her mouth opened. “Harder . . . Fuck me harder.”
My pace sped up and I ferociously slammed into her. I edged closer to an explosion of complete pleasure. My balls tingled.
Sophia’s cries of ecstasy got louder, her husky voice driving me insane in the process.
“I’m so close.” She gasped, bucking her hips.
I let one of her legs go before I leaned over her, using my fingers to stroke her clit.
She responded by grunting and licking her lips. Her juices seeped from her open pussy the faster I worked her nub. Never once breaking my pace, I thrust into her, rubbing that sweet little spot of hers.
She let out an almighty cry and shook as the orgasm overtook her every movement.
I didn’t stop moving. I loved how her ass contracted around my cock, her pussy spasming from the onslaught of the climax. Fuck! It was the best feeling. My member completely submerged in her hole, she lay with her arms above her head, unable to touch herself or me.
Sophia squealed as I pulled out of her.
I was so close to shooting my load. I needed a few seconds to recover. Bending down between her legs, I lapped at her salty wetness, drinking her oozing juices.
She squirmed as I probed her with two fingers in the ass, while fucking her pussy with my tongue.
“Oh, my God,” she panted. “Keep doing that.”
I didn’t need much encouragement. I devoured every last drop of her sweet nectar. Her legs opened wider as I buried my face in her pussy.
“Fuck.” She moaned. “I’m going to . . .” Her body shook beneath my touch.
I couldn’t stand it a moment longer. I had to fuck her.
This time, I pushed her legs back over her shoulders, spreading her legs as far as they could go. Sophia’s lust filled eyes gazed up at me as I rubbed my cock against her gaping asshole. I slammed inside her, making her gasp.
I rested my head against hers and watched my cock as it filled her, before removing it, teasing her the whole time. I kept this up for several minutes, working myself up to fuck her hard, while driving her w
ild in the process. I began to pump rhythmically, unable to resist the pressure building in my sack.
“Fuck!” I growled, drawing closer to my own climax.
“Yes, fuck me, Ash. Fill me with your cum.” Sophia urged me on.
It didn’t take long. The eruption caught us both by surprise as my load shot deep inside her ass. I groaned and the continuous climax raced through me. The soft contractions of Sophia’s muscles clenched around my pulsing cock and milked every drop from me.
I knelt in front of her, waiting for the wave of pleasure to subside, breathing heavily and staring at the bound vixen beneath me.
“You are so hot when you come,” she remarked, sweat seeping across her brow.
“You’re so fucking hot when you make me come.”
I smiled at her and pulled my cock free of her. I bent over her, undid the belt, and released Sophia.
She stretched her arms out and smiled before kissing me gently.
“What’s that for?”
“No reason, I just wanted to.”
I saw the look in her eyes. Something had changed. Something had been unlocked.
Sophia and I stared at each other, not saying a word. It was the first time in a long while that I had actually felt this connection with anyone. It was both welcoming, yet oddly scary.
I broke the silence.
“I think I should go,” I whispered.
“No!” she replied. “Don’t leave. Stay the night.”
I turned onto my side.
She reached out and touched my face, gently brushing her hand along my cheek.
“Are you sure?”
She smiled and moved her face close to mine. “Yes.”
“Okay, but on one condition.”
She looked at me with curiosity. “And that is?”
“Tell me why you’re leaving.”
Sophia closed her eyes. It was as though she wanted to avoid having the discussion, but there was no way I was letting her off, not this time.
“Remember when I told you that my mother is unwell?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“It’s the truth, but there’s a little more.”
“Like what?”
She sat up, pulled the blankets around her shoulders, and rested her head against my chest. “I have to go back to New Orleans. I have to be there for her when she passes.”
“Oh,” I said. “But can’t you just take some personal time?”
“Ash,” she said. “There’s a lot of bad blood between my family and me. I left a long time ago. I need to mend things, or at least try to build a few bridges. It’s my mother’s dying wish.”
In a way, I knew what she meant. I had my own demons, my own skeletons that lurked in my past. But what could have been so bad for her family to turn their backs on her?
“All families are the same, Sophia,” I said, brushing her hair back from her face. “No one is perfect.”
“But what if you did something that brought shame to your family?”
“There’s nothing that bad, not unless you murdered someone.”
She tilted her head back and gazed up at me. “Murder, they would have forgiven.”
“I find that hard to believe,” I said, touching her arm.
“Ash, what if I told you that there is a whole different side to me? A darker version of me. Someone who scares me.”
I shook my head, confused. “What do you mean?”
There was a long pause. She pushed her face into my chest and kissed me gently.
“Maybe another time,” she muttered.
“Sophia,” I said, “nothing you say will shock me.”
“Ash, are you really sure you want to hear all the sordid little details?” she asked, and sat up.
“Yes.”
She pushed her hair behind her ears.
“I left home when I was fifteen,” she said. “Convinced that I was in love with a much older man. It turned out that true love didn’t actually exist.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I became the kind of woman I would never have imagined to be,” she said, and looked down at her hands. “I first met Albert when I was fourteen. He was twenty-three, had his own car, a never-ending supply of cash, and charm that had me begging for his touch.” She stopped talking and glanced at me. “Anyway, my parents got suspicious of him. They didn’t approve of the age gap, so they got two of my cousins to talk to him.
“This pissed me off big time, and I told them that they couldn’t stop me from seeing him. I ended up grounded for that whole summer. From what I had been told by my sisters, Albert had left town. I was heartbroken. When school finally started, I had lost all interest in life and my education.”
Sophia relaxed and leaned back against the pillow, clutching the covers tight.
“So what happened?” I asked.
She sighed. “School began. I was angry and resented my parents. I hated how they stepped in and ruined everything. Then one day, just before Halloween, a car pulled up along the sidewalk, and the door opened. It was Albert. I was so happy to see him. I threw my books on the ground and jumped into the car. That was the night I lost my virginity. It was horrible, but I thought I was in love.” She ran a hand over her face. “Turns out I had given him an open invitation to abuse the fuck out of me. I didn’t see it then. I was too blinded by my juvenile infatuation.”
“I’m sorry,” I murmured, reaching for her hand.
“Oh, that is nothing, Ash,” she said, her voice cracking. “My parents begged me to stay, but I wouldn’t listen. I left, never looking back, and walked head first into a storm. By the time I turned eighteen, I was bound and gagged on regular occasions.
“It was mostly Albert fucking me, but then he got bored, so he started letting a few of his friends take their turn on me for a price. When I turned twenty-one, I was getting high just to get through the fuckfests, but that was nothing compared to the beatings that asshole gave me. He was happy to pimp me out for good money, but when all was said and done, he was a jealous bastard and needed to teach me a lesson or two.”
“Jesus Christ,” I said. “I don’t know what to say. I am so fucking sorry.”
A soft laugh escaped her, and she shook her head. “Why be sorry for something you didn’t do?”
“Because no man should treat a woman that way.”
“Who cares? I didn’t.” She shrugged.
I was surprised by her tone of voice. “Sophia, do you really mean that?”
“Do you want to know what the worst part is?”
“Go on.”
“He gave me a taste of something I can’t control.”
What she meant dawned on me. “I see.”
“Which is why I am not good enough for you,” she muttered. “Yes, I get my kicks out of ass-fucking, and being bound and gagged. Is that the kind of woman you want to bring home to your mother?”
“We both agreed this wasn’t going down that road.”
“Exactly, which makes it seedier.”
My stomach spun. I wasn’t sure what to do or say. I sat beside her, our skin touching. Part of me told me to get up and leave, but I remained. Sophia wasn’t that different from myself. It was like looking in the mirror and seeing all the broken pieces. A part of me wanted to put her back together.
“Sophia,” I said.
She faced me. “What?”
“How about we take this slow, yeah? Not making promises or anything, but see how things work out.”
I surprised myself, unsure if it was a mixture of the booze or sex, but something made me say it.
“What are you suggesting, Ash?”
“I haven’t a fucking clue, but let’s just roll with this, okay?”
She smiled and shook her head. “Nice guys get hurt by girls like me.”
“Who said I’m a nice guy?” I replied, pulling her hair and bringing her face down to mine to kiss her hard.
A wicked grin spread across her face, and round two began.
The smell of bacon filled my nostrils as I stirred from my sleep. Rolling onto my side, I touched the spot where Sophia had slept and opened my eyes. She wasn’t there.
Soft music echoed down the hall.
I sat up, grabbed my jeans, and pulled them on. I left the room and the familiar tones of Frank Sinatra had me humming along. It was one of those mellow mornings. The kind I used to love when Connie was alive. A dull ache gripped me. It was impossible not to think about my wife. I appeared in the kitchen doorway.
Sophia spun around. Her face beamed when she saw me.
“About time, sleepyhead,” she remarked, and handed me a spatula. “Turn the pancakes for me.”
I did as I was told. Every few seconds, I stole a glance in her direction.
She wore her hair high in a bun. The white shirt she wore complemented her tanned skinned. Fuck, she was sexy when she wasn’t scowling. This made me think about her face. How she looked every time she climaxed.
She stood barefoot in front of the counter, chopping strawberries, and smiled when she caught me staring at her.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing.”
She threw the strawberries into a bowl and pointed the knife at me. “Liar.”
“I am not,” I replied, flipping the pancakes over.
“Ash, I may look like I am a little stupid, at times, but believe me, I know when a man is lying, so spill it.”
“I was just reminiscing.” I grinned.
Her expression changed, and she chuckled. “Yeah, I bet.” She hit me on the backside as she walked past me and grabbed two plates from the cupboard. “Here, Romeo, dish up.”
I took the plates and sniggered. Sophia was a force to be reckoned with. She reminded me so much of Connie. At times, I found it hard not to lose my breath. I set the plates down and served up the pancakes.
Sophia grabbed the remaining food and carried them to a small table.
“Are you feeding an army?” I asked, seeing the bacon and eggs already on platters.
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