Chapter 19 – Aston
ASTON
Her head tilts, and her blonde hair falls over her shoulder, tickling the top of one breast. She’s so sexy, and she has no clue. She’s not even trying to be. It’s just her. “Do I get to call you Daddy?”
I grin. She thinks I’m kidding. Or at least she’s trying to play it off that I am.
“Only if you want to be my brat and get punished. Then by all means call me Daddy.”
I brush her hair back and over her shoulder, dragging my hand across her neck and loving how goose bumps rise in my wake. Her breath hitches and her hands twist in her lap, but she straightens her spine, trying to be defiant.
“I know how to fake it,” she threatens. “Better than anyone else. What makes you think you can tell the difference?”
“Only lazy men can’t tell the difference. You fake it because you don’t think you’ll be able to come. They get frustrated with how long it takes you, and they don’t care enough to challenge it because all they want to do is come.”
She squints at me. “You’re saying you don’t?”
“I’m saying the whole reason we’re doing this is for me to make you come, so faking is futile and doesn’t help either of us. If I don’t make you come, then don’t come. But I know I can, and I will.”
“How—” She clears her throat, and her pink tongue licks her equally pink lips. “How do you know?”
“Because I’m not making you come as a means to my end. I’m making you come because that’s the only thing I’m after. The thing I want most.”
I grip her thighs and yank her all the way to the edge of the counter while tilting them back, eliciting a surprised squeal from her.
I shouldn’t be doing this. Like I really fucking shouldn’t.
My daughter is upstairs asleep because she called me from my parents’ house, sobbing and inconsolable, to pick her up before Alden and I even made it to a restaurant.
Not to mention, I married Skylar under the pretense of never touching her.
But I think I have to.
I mean, I really have to taste her. And I really have to make her come. This feels like my shot at that, and I’ll regret it always if I don’t act. The rest of our adult problems and reasons can wait till the morning.
“It’ll just be this,” I tell her and myself, leaning in to drag my nose along her neck so I can smell her. My cock pulses, thick and heavy in my pants. God, I’m going to have to jerk off ten times tonight just from this.
“I’m pregnant with another man’s kid.”
I meet her eyes. “I don’t care. You’re my wife now, and I want to make you come.”
I hook her legs on my hips and slide my hand up her inner thigh until I find her sweet little panties. They’re cute. Pink and sexy and girly. Just like her.
“Tell me yes, Skylar.” I think I might be begging now, but if she tells me no, I’ll die. I have to taste her. I just have to.
“Aston…” Her voice dies, but the way she says my name makes me so fucking hard.
“That’s it,” I purr, running my fingers in a sweeping motion over the wet spot at her center. So warm, and when I drag lower, so wet. I force my gaze up, and when I see her face, shit… Hell. “My gorgeous wife, I’m going to make you come unless you tell me to stop right now.”
She doesn’t say a word. She hardly moves.
But she doesn’t push me away, and her eyes are drugged as they cling to mine.
My hand grips the scrap covering her pussy, and I rip.
It doesn’t even take much effort, but they shred away from her.
Now she’s breathing hard. Her tits behind her dress are heaving and beautiful, and I want to see them so fucking badly.
But I won’t. I just get to taste her. I just get to eat her out. I just get to make her come. That’s all. And it’ll have to be enough. Enough to get me through these two years.
I glance down and groan at the sight of her. Even in the dark, I can see enough, and fuck, she is so pretty. I bring one hand in to touch the soft skin of her pussy. Just to feel it.
She squirms against my hand, rocking ever so slightly, seeking more, so I crouch down, angle her legs onto my shoulders, feeling the scrape of her heels against my back, and bring my mouth straight onto her pussy.
And fuuuuccckkkk! This first taste. This first swirl of my tongue.
It’s not even the way she gasps or how her legs tense against my head or how her pussy drips with how fast she gets even wetter.
I’m high on her.
I don’t know how we got here, and I know this isn’t a good idea at all. In fact, it’s likely the worst idea I’ve ever had, but it also feels like the best, so how wrong can it be?
My tongue plunges up into her sweet cunt and circles around, playing inside of her, feeling her like this.
Her hips buck against my lips, and her hands are barely supporting her.
I don’t like her like this. I want her flat and naked, and I want her hands ripping at me and desperate.
Or possibly tied to the bed, where she’s even more at my mercy.
I want to flip her over and spank her. I want to watch her pussy gush. I want to tease and torment and own every inch of her.
But that’s not how this goes.
So instead, I focus on my task. I suck her pussy into my mouth while my tongue flirts and plays with her opening.
“Ah! We shouldn’t be doing this.”
I pull away and peer up at her, but I press two fingers into her, pumping them slowly, working her up.
“Is that what you want? Me to stop? Are you saying no?”
Her head falls back as I fuck her with my fingers. “No,” she pants. “But also, yes.”
“What has you worried, Little Swan?”
“This. You touching me. You inside of me.”
“It’s not my cock. Trust me, sweetheart, you’d be waking me up in the middle of the night for it once I started giving you that.”
She coughs a laugh and glares at me. “You’re such an ass. Your arrogance doesn’t do anything for me.”
“Does this?” I quirk my fingers to rub her G-spot while my tongue lashes her clit.
Suddenly my face is shoved back. Hard. She grips me by the shoulder of my shirt and rips me up until I’m back on my feet.
I stare down at her. Shocked and horrified, worried that I pushed her too fast for my own gain.
Except her hand meets the back of my head, and she thrusts me forward until our foreheads bump.
Then she’s kissing me, moaning into my mouth, and tasting her pussy on my lips.
But her kiss. God, how I love her kisses.
They’re magic and mystery and seduction and lust. They make me so hard.
Hell, all of her makes me hard, but her kisses are something else entirely.
A spell only she casts on me. It’s why I wasn’t going to kiss her.
I knew if I did, it would fuck me sideways, and it is.
I kiss her back with everything I have, but I’m not done with her pussy yet.
“That night I first kissed you, I felt robbed when the power came back on,” I whisper.
“I hated it. I was so angry. I wanted to strip you naked and feel your body and fuck you so goddamn hard. Then the power came back on, and I saw who you were, and I felt like the worst sort of devil for how you made me feel.”
She rips at my hair, but I press my forehead to hers, forcing my truth between her lips.
“I craved you. I was desperate. Let me show you just how much.”
She gives me a shaky nod, and I return to her pussy, barely able to stay away for long.
Her clit is thrumming with blood, thick and plump, and I suck it between my lips so I can work it.
My fingers slide back in and out of her, but not just slide—I’m pumping, fucking, my wrist angled to drive them in and out of her.
All the while my lips and tongue and teeth even eat her.
I go and go, but she’s not coming despite how close she is. And she’s close. I know she is. She’s soaking my face and moaning and rocking and trembling.
It’s mental.
Her hand slips into my hair while my fingers rub the spot that’s the perfect counterpoint to where my tongue is licking.
All I can taste and smell is her cunt. All I can feel are her thighs against my cheeks and her hand in my hair.
I can hear her moans. They’re not quiet despite Zoey being upstairs.
I pull back and smack her pussy with my wet fingers before I use them to rub her clit. She’s staring down at me, watching me, but something is definitely preventing her from letting go. A wall she’s constructed.
“What is it? Tell me.”
She shakes her head, her blonde hair beautiful and wild. “I told you I’m broken.”
“You’re not broken, my sweetheart. Not even close.
” I rub her faster, and her eyes roll back in her head as her breathing quickens.
She’s holding back, or maybe this is the point that always stops her.
I can’t tell which, but I can tell she’s too in her head, too cerebral to come the way her body needs.
I stand and kiss her, my lips against hers as I play with her, but I slow my pace.
Capturing one of her hands, I bring her palm to my chest, over my pounding heart, so she feels how excited and turned on I am.
“This is from you. You’re doing this to me.” I force her hand lower to my cock, where she rubs and grips. My eyes close, and my forehead presses into hers. “Skylar,” I groan. “Can I jerk off?”
“I told you I can’t come.”
I grin. “Who said I was anywhere close to done?” My eyes open. “You’re in your head, Little Swan, instead of here with me. What is it?”
She shakes her head.
“Is it more of that bullshit ugly girl syndrome?”
“What?”
I pull my fingers from her pussy and lick them before I cup her face. “You told me about it. About the things people said about you. The lies they filled your head with.”
Her eyes pinch closed.
“God, Skylar. You don’t see yourself the way I see you. If I could, I’d strip you down and spend hours worshiping your body to show you just how fucking gorgeous I think you are. I want you so badly. So fucking badly. You are so sexy to me. But for now, I’ll prove it to you from my side.”
Her eyes flash open to meet mine.