Chapter 13 Bonnie #2
I smirk, leaning closer, but I don’t give him what he wants yet. My fingers wrap around his length, stroking slowly, feeling every vein, every pulse under my touch.
“Fuck, you’re so hard,” I murmur, my voice teasing, my thumb brushing the tip, smearing the bead of precum there.
His groan is rough and low. I laugh softly, loving the way his hips twitch.
“Not so fast,” I say, running my tongue along the side of his cock, tracing the thick vein from base to tip, my lips barely grazing him.
His breath hitches, and I glance up, watching his face twist, eyes dark with want. I lick again, slower, flattening my tongue against his shaft, savoring the heat, the taste of him, before circling the head, teasing without taking him in.
“Bonnie,” he growls, voice strained. “You’re fucking killing me.”
“Good,” I say, my hand stroking him lazily, keeping the pace torturous. “Gonna make you beg, husband.” I flick my tongue across the tip, quick and light, then pull back, letting my breath ghost over him, my lips hovering just out of reach.
“Fuck, you’re evil,” he says, his hand reaching for my hair, but I dodge, keeping control.
“Patience,” I tease, finally taking just the head into my mouth, sucking softly, my tongue swirling slow circles. His groan is louder, desperate, and I hum, the vibration making him buck.
I pull back again, running my lips along the side, kissing and licking, my hand pumping his base, drawing out every shudder, every curse, until he’s trembling under my touch.
“Bonnie,” he growls, hand in my hair, guiding but not forcing. “That mouth’s gonna kill me. Suck me harder, baby.” His dirty talk fuels me, and I hum around him, loving the way he bucks, his control slipping.
I pull back, grinning, just to fuck with him. “Not bad, huh?”
“Bad?” He laughs, yanking me up, tossing me back onto the bed. “You’re fucking trouble.” He climbs over me, pinning my wrists above my head, his cock nudging my entrance. “Ready to take your husband’s cock?”
I smirk, teasing. “Only if you say pretty please first.” But my voice shakes, my pussy dripping as he presses against me.
“No begging needed,” he murmurs, kissing me deep, his tongue claiming mine as he thrusts in, stretching me perfectly.
I moan into his mouth, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.
His thrusts turn intense, each one hitting every nerve, and I’m lost, my laughter gone, replaced by desperate gasps.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls, eyes locked on mine, his hands gripping my hips. “This pussy’s mine, Bonnie. Say it.”
I resist. “Make me.”
He thrusts harder, angling to hit the right spot. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“Okay, fuck, it’s yours,” I gasp, half-laughing, giving in but still playful.
“That’s my girl,” Ash says, voice thick, his hands gripping my hips. “Gonna fuck you till you scream, wife.”
I moan, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer as he thrusts deep, his cock filling my core.
Each stroke drives into me, hard and unyielding, stretching my pussy, hitting every nerve with brutal precision.
My body rocks beneath him, sweat-slick, the bed creaking under our weight, the air heavy with our heat.
His hips slam against mine, each thrust deeper, claiming me completely, pleasure spiking through my veins like wildfire.
“Fuck, Bonnie,” he groans, eyes locked on mine, dark and intense. “So tight, taking me so deep.”
I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders, my pussy clenching around him, greedy for more. His cock plunges into my core, relentless, each movement sending shock waves of pleasure radiating through me.
My breath hitches, my body trembling as he fucks me raw, his rhythm punishing, splitting me open with every thrust. His hand slides to my clit, rubbing fast, and I cry out, the sensation overwhelming, building like a storm in my blood.
“Love fucking you,” he murmurs, lips grazing my neck, teeth nipping my skin. “This pussy’s mine, Bonnie.”
My moans grow louder, desperate, as he drives deeper, his cock hitting that perfect spot, making my vision blur.
Pleasure coils tight, wild and ferocious, and my orgasm erupts, swift and shattering, a molten surge tearing through my core.
I scream his name, my pussy pulsing, gripping him tight as waves of ecstasy rip me apart, wetness flooding between us.
He groans, thrusts erratically, and comes hard, spilling inside me.
We collapse, breathless, my body trembling against his.
“You okay?” he murmurs into my hair.
“More than okay.” I trace patterns on his chest. “That was…”
“Yeah.” After a pause, he says, “Bonnie?”
“Mm?”
“I meant what I said before. About feeling the same way.” His hand runs through my hair. “This isn’t just a strategy for me anymore. Maybe it never was.”
I lift my head to look at him. “Really?”
“Really.” He kisses my forehead. “You’re stuck with me now. For better or worse, remember?”
“I remember.” I settle back against his chest. “Those were good vows, by the way. The whole ‘beside you, not in front of you’ thing.”
“I meant every word.” His arms tighten around me. “You’re not property, Bonnie. Not mine, not anyone’s. You’re my partner. My wife. My equal.”
Tears sting my eyes, but I blink them back. “You can’t just say things like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because it makes me fall for you even harder, and I’m trying to pace myself.”
He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Don’t pace yourself. Fall as hard as you want. I’ll catch you.”