Chapter 4 #3
I gave her clit a hard flick, and she let out a pained wail of pleasure. My fingers gathered her slick wetness, and I thrust two of them inside her, knuckle deep, groaning out loud.
Fuck, she was tight, especially when she was bent over double like that. My jaw clenched at how closely her walls gripped me, and my skin prickled with goose bumps as her loud whine turned into little whimpers of pain. I looked down at her in shock as the truth hit me like a sledgehammer.
She was a virgin.
Fuck.
“Jesus, Ash,” I cut out. “You should’ve told me.”
Her face twisted toward mine, and she hissed, “Would you have stopped?”
My mouth opened to give her my automatic reply of yes, but I couldn’t deny what she already knew. I wouldn’t have stopped. I wanted to own her in every way possible, and knowing she was a virgin wouldn’t have changed a thing.
“No,” I admitted, palming her ass again. “I told you what being mine means. It was your choice to push my buttons. Punishments aren’t designed to be easy, baby, but that doesn’t mean you won’t enjoy them.”
Her tight pussy sucked my fingers deep, and my cock thickened to the point of pain.
I’d never been with a virgin before—I avoided them like the plague—but knowing I was the first man to touch Aislynn made me want to beat my chest and bellow my victory from the rooftops. Heat flooded my body, and my nerves sparked as I eased my fingers in and out of her impossibly tight pussy.
I released my cock to work her clit again. Being so rough that I traumatize her wasn’t my endgame here. We were gonna be spending a lot of time in bed, and I wanted her to crave me as much as I did her. Getting women off wasn’t usually a priority, but I felt a desperate urge to make Aislynn happy.
It didn’t take long for her whimpers of pain to morph into low moans. Every time I pushed my fingers inside her slick, tight heat, her little groans and whimpers drove me even crazier.
“Never gonna tire of this.” I pressed down hard on her clit until she mewled. “You’re all I’ve been able to think about for a goddamned week. Never gonna get enough of this body.”
Her walls clenched, and I couldn’t resist anymore. I should have left her bent double over my bike; I shouldn’t have made it comfortable, but I needed to be close to her.
I leaned forward and cuffed her throat, pulling her up straight, making her cry out as I bit down on the skin where her neck met her shoulder so hard that I left deep teeth marks.
Her trembling fingers clamped around my wrist, her nails digging into my skin. I anchored my hand to her until I could feel her pulse stuttering against my fingertips.
“You belong to me now. No matter how much I piss you off or how hard you fight it, you’ll never be free of me. I’ll never let you go.”
Her pussy pulsed around my fingers, and I lowered my hand and began to circle her clit again. She choked out a moan, her thighs trembling.
“Oh my God,” she moaned. “I can’t take any more.”
“You’ll take what I give you. If you weren’t such a brat, it would have gone easier.”
She mewled, and her head snapped around so she could throw me a glare. “You’re a bastard,” she croaked, anger strangling her voice.
I laughed. “You only just realized?” I drove my fingers into her again, making her hips buck.
Yet again, it wasn’t lost on me how her mouth said one thing, but her body told me another.
Slickness coated the inside of her thighs, and her body trembled with pleasure.
Every time I thrust in, she positioned herself to take my fingers deeper.
Even though she told herself she shouldn’t like it, her reactions proved the opposite.
Her little mewls and whimpers got louder, and her pussy contracted around my fingers.
I knew she was close, so I rubbed her clit harder to help her along.
“Ride my fingers, Dubheasa,” I murmured against the side of her neck.
“Take what you need, and show me how pretty you come.” I dipped my chin and ran my tongue over the soft skin of her shoulder, groaning at the way she shivered.
Then she threw her head back and began to moan while using my hand to make herself come.
It was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.
My cock kicked, and I gripped it with my other hand and began to jack it against Aislynn’s ass.
The sound of her orgasm hit me in the balls, and they drew up tight against my body.
“Give it to me,” I demanded, my voice a deep rasp as my cum began to shoot through my dick.
I looked down and groaned, watching as my milky cum splashed across her ass while she whimpered into the cold night air.
The violence of my orgasm made my heart hammer, and my legs almost gave out.
The only thing keeping me standing was the knowledge that if I went down, Ash would too, and the thought of hurting her made my chest burn even hotter.
Instead, I released my cock and held her by the waist with an iron-hard grip and waited it out until her knees stopped shaking.
Aislynn let out a ragged sigh, and I kept hold of her hip, steadying her as the aftershocks rattled through us both. A cold gust of wind blew through the alley, teasing her bare ass but doing nothing to cool my blood.
My stare caught on her ass, marked by my hand as well as my cum, and a feeling of rightness slid through me. This was my victory; she was mine. I was the first man to ever touch her, and I’d be the last.
I’d never let anything or anyone take her from me.
The freezing night air was full of our rough breaths, the steam of them mixing with the sub-zero temperatures. Aislynn started to shiver, and I knew I had to move for her sake. She’d been exposed to the icy cold, and it was only a matter of time until it froze her to the bone.
I tucked my dick away, zipped up my fly, and then leaned down, tearing her panties clean apart with a loud rip.
I used them to wipe my cum off her ass before stuffing the scrap of white lace in my jacket pocket.
After pulling up her leather pants and fastening them, I rummaged inside my saddle bag, pulling out my thick scarf and wrapping it around my baby’s neck.
“Thanks,” she whispered, looking up at me with her big midnight blue eyes. She looked wounded, and a pang shot through my chest. I cupped her cheek and murmured, “You shouldn’t push me, Ash. I’m not a man you can disrespect, especially in public.”
“But it’s okay for you to disrespect me in public,” she challenged, albeit softly.
“When did I disrespect you?” I asked, slipping her jacket over her shoulders.
She shook her head as if I was a moron. “Just now.”
“I made you come,” I returned.
“Well, thanks,” she said sarcastically. She must’ve learned a lesson because she muttered a quiet, “Sorry,” and clamped her mouth shut.
I dipped my chin to catch her accusing glower. “If I wanted to disrespect you, I would’ve taken you back to the clubhouse, stripped you bare, and finger-fucked you while every one of my brothers watched. I could have gone a lot further, Ash; just remember that next time you give me lip.”
Her shocked gasp echoed through the alley, and she turned her flashing eyes on me.
I cocked an eyebrow at her, daring her to argue, but internally, my gut twisted at the thought of any man but me seeing her naked. Still, I couldn’t let her see how affected I was by my own threat. She kept fighting me, and it was a battle of wills she wouldn’t win.
It would be easy to let this woman take over my life, but I couldn’t let myself be weak for her. All I could think about in Arizona was how soon I could get back to her, and in my job, I couldn’t afford the distraction.
Meeting Aislynn wasn’t planned. In all honesty, the timing of it all was pretty fucked up, but as long as I kept my priorities straight, I’d be okay.
It was time to take her home, get her settled, then get my ass back to my club and my brothers, because already, I knew it was the only way to keep my heart distant.