Chapter 25
Asher
The more I plunged my tongue into her hot wet heat the more her thighs twitched and the louder her gasps grew.
I traced my tongue all the way to the top and began all over again—circling that swollen little clit before making my way back down, this time sucking one fat lip between mine until she moaned for me.
Her soft toy bashed my head.
I ignored it and worked my way upwards again. Teasing her clit with my teeth before sucking. Slow. Deliberate. Giving her exactly what she needed and nothing more until she was desperate enough to beg for it.
She wasn’t wet.
She was drenched.
My face was soaked.
And I fucking loved it.
I was covered in my son’s wife’s pussy.
I smiled against her and pried her open, working my tongue from top to bottom.
Again and again.
Teasing. Retreating. Returning.
Until she screamed Daddy.
Until she gushed against my face, my tongue, my lips.
Until I swallowed every last drop of her and felt nothing even close to guilt.
I pushed myself up.
She was staring at the canopy. Both hands wrapped around Pandora. Eyes glazed. Chest rising and falling like she’d forgotten how breathing worked.
“Are you okay?” I asked, given her dazed state.
“Yeah,” she said, exhaling slowly. “Give me a minute.”
I smiled and began to work my sweatpants off.
“That was—” Another deep exhale. “Spectacular.”
I said nothing.
But I filed it away.
The bar my son had set was apparently on the floor.
I intended to put it somewhere she’d never find it again.
“Okay. I’m ready,” she said, as if she had a choice.
I kicked my sweats off, trying to avoid the covers.
I nudged the penguin down to access her breasts.
Two flawless works of art, tipped with a slightly darker shade of her.
Sayla. My head dipped down and I traced my tongue around her nipple.
Her little mewl only made my cock drip. My lips wrapped around her areola.
I cupped her bountiful flesh, cradling it carefully—unlike my savage mouth, which sucked her in as deep as possible.
Her fingers raked through my hair.
“Yes, Daddy. Oh, yes,” she gasped, pushing herself onto me. “Fuck me.”
I paused.
She didn’t know what she was asking for.
But I did.
She didn’t know how nasty and filthy I was.
How long I’d dreamt of this moment.
How many times I’d watched my seed run down the shower drain while her name slipped out like a secret shame.
“Sayla, my beautiful princess. I’ll always give you whatever you need,” I vowed, stroking the hair away from her face.
Her eyes softened.
“Always?”
“Forever.”
“Forever doesn’t exist,” she whispered, closing her eyes.
“This is Daddy’s world and he can give you forever,” I said, pausing as I ran some calculations. “Provided I eat plenty of greens and you make a cast of my dick while I’m still alive.”
Hazel eyes snapped open.
Her sadness vanished beneath a startled giggle.
I leaned in for a kiss. She raised her head to meet my lips. These beautiful lips that I wanted to feel. The ones I wanted wrapped around me as I fed her my cock. So beautiful. Resilient and brave.
Soft. Wet. Open.
I delved deeper, tasting her as she pulled me closer, squashing her toy and reminding me of her rib. The doctor had said it was safe, but I’d watched her manage the pain and discomfort for weeks.
She reached between us and I hissed into her mouth as she gripped my cock. It twitched in her hand. She pushed her hand down to the base until I grunted, then tugged upwards. There was no way she’d make me spill prematurely.
I released her lips and pulled back.
She shifted her hips and spread her thighs wider.
The soft curls were damp.
The taste still lingered on my lips.
I’d never harm her or take her for granted. Her trust in me was everything.
“Is my Princess ready for Daddy?” I teased, tapping against her until I heard the soft wet sounds between us.
“Yes,” she groaned, tilting her hips as she tried to chase more friction.
I dragged myself slowly along her, teasing her open before reaching her entrance.
Just one word—a whisper.
“Please.”
“Good girls get every last inch, Sayla,” I said, pressing into her.
Her breath came out ragged and uneven.
She clung to me tightly, drawing me deeper.
“Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. More, please,” she cried, eyes closed, dark hair spread across the blue beneath her.
Something in my chest shifted.
Seeing her like this. Vulnerable. Needy. Innocent.
I’d cut my own blood out with a scalpel to make space for her.
Her soft moan made me move closer still.
I watched the way she opened for me. The way she accepted everything I gave her. Every twitch, every sound, every whispered plea.
Stunning.
I waited until she adjusted to my girth. It would be a tight fit, but I was willing to work through it. I held the backs of her thighs, ready to move, and it took a few moments before I felt her relax.
Pandora stayed over her ribs.
I pulled back and saw that she’d coated my length before I drove myself back inside her until we both moaned. She had the most incredible pussy I’d ever had the privilege of being inside.
“Yes, Ash—Daddy. Just there.”
Her words fractured something inside me. She was here. She was mine. My fingers bit into her legs as I began to thrust. Long, deep thrusts. Heavy enough for us to slap against each other. Each time my balls hit her slippery, wet pussy, I had to hold myself back from coming.
“My. Good. Fucking. Girl,” I rasped, driving into her with each word.
Her hands were in her pillows, clawing at them. Her head jerked as she began to push her hips to meet each downward thrust.
I could feel the tension.
The muscles tightening.
I moved faster, ignoring the dripping sweat.
In and out.
Again and again.
Forever.
It was as if she heard me.
She screamed as she came. The wet gush coated me as I continued to plunge into her.
So hot.
It drove me to the edge.
Pushed me over.
I roared as my seed shot into her.
Every spurt tugged at my balls.
Finally inside her.
Where it belonged.
Only to her.
Sayla.
I leaned over her, catching myself on the bed. Her hands reached for me. The penguin was squashed between us as my lips found hers. Her muscles tightened around me again until I moaned and curled my tongue around hers.
Two whole years of celibacy.
Sayla had been worth every second of it.