20. Seein’ Red
Chapter 20
Seein’ Red
Asher
I ’m so fucking pissed. Who fucking dares to threaten this beautiful girl? I don’t give a fuck what the situation is. The moment she told me that someone had threatened her, I saw red. I don’t think I’m necessarily an angry person, but I want blood to be shed. These people don’t know what’s coming for them. I’ve never been so angry about a situation in my life.
I’ve never felt this way about someone I can’t have, and I’m breaking every rule I’ve made for myself as I press myself into her hot body. I have one hand behind her head, entangled in her hair. I keep her face as close to mine as possible, not giving her the option to back away from me. I take my hat off, placing it off to the side before looping my free arm around her waist and hauling her on top of my lap. The little squeak she makes as she lands on top of me has my already stiff cock twitching. This little princess is grinding her hot center against me, and I’m not doing anything to stop it. I’ve moved my hands to her hips to help pace her movements against me. She’s whimpering into my mouth, and I take the opportunity to trace the seam of her mouth with my tongue. I poke and prod the slit with the tip of my tongue before she lets me in, and I’m able to make an entrance. She tastes so fucking good, like the sweet drink she’s been sipping on all night and sin.
I want to take my time exploring her body, memorizing every dimple and curve. I want to trace every line with my tongue and mark her flesh with my teeth. I growl at the thought, and she breaks the kiss to look at me. We breathe heavily while she stares at me. She’s halted all movement, and my dick is bobbing up and down at the lack of friction.
“Did you just growl?” she asks.
I stare at her swollen lips. They’re red from the rubbing and nipping, her own personal shade of lipstick. I want her whole body red with the impact, but I shake off the thought for a moment to answer her question. I thread my fingers through her hair and pull at the scalp so her neck is exposed to me. I run my nose up the column and kiss at her pulse point. I lick up to her ear before kissing right behind it. Her body racks with chills, and I smile against her skin.
“So fucking responsive to me already. Yes, I guess I did growl. You make me very animalistic.”
I bend down and bite her shoulder, and she cries out. Her body arches into me, and her hands fly up to pull me closer. I suck and continue to nip at the site, letting her push her breasts up higher. She shifts back, and I can feel the difference in temperature. Did my sweet innocent Princess drip through her panties? I move her dress to look at my lap, and sure enough, there’s a wet spot on my jeans. I smirk and look back at her, and she cocks her head to the side.
“Such a naughty princess.”
I lean back on my hands so she can see the mess she’s made.
“Oh my fucking god.” Her hands fly up to her face to cover the embarrassment. “Oh my god, here.” She starts trying to rub at it with her hands, but I grab her hands before she can do anymore.
“That’s not how good girls clean their messes.”
She’s so compliant. She immediately scoots backward and drops down to all fours before me.
“How do good girls clean up their messes, Ash?” She bats her eyelashes at me.
I give a little thrust in search of friction to ease the ache.
“Fuck, baby, you’re going to kill me. Lick up the mess your tight little pussy made.”
She dips down and licks along the wet spot on the denim. She licks it like it’s her favorite flavor of ice cream. She flattens her tongue and drags it along, getting closer and closer to the area where I wish her mouth really was. She groans as she licks, causing my cock to keep flexing in my jeans. It is pushing against the zipper, trying to break free of the confines.
“Do you like tasting yourself on me?” I ask her.
She looks up and licks her lips. I’m so fucked.
I grab her shoulders and pull her close to gain access to her mouth again. We kiss hard, nipping and tongue fucking through each shift of our lips. In one swift motion, I flip her so she’s on her back, with her legs wrapped around my waist. I thrust into her, wishing there wasn’t so much fucking clothing between us. I kiss down her neck and can’t even bother taking my time. I need to taste her now.
I slink down, keeping my eyes on her, daring her to tell me no. I lift her dress up, and she lifts her hips so I can lift it higher. The lacy pink thong she has on gives her away. Right between her legs is darker, showing me just how wet she is. I trace my finger over her clothed pussy, and she shudders at the touch.
“So fucking wet, Princess.” I continue up and down, slowly edging her closer. When she starts thrusting to meet my touch, I bend down and put my nose right into her wetness. I inhale deeply at the scent that is unlike any other. It’s her own sweet smell and is my new favorite thing.
“Asher, please,” she whines. She thrusts against my face, trying to get off on the little friction I’m giving her.
“Please what, Princess? You have to use your words. Please stop? Please lick your pussy until you explode all over my face?”
She whines and continues to thrust, too embarrassed to say what she truly wants. It’s okay, she’ll learn quickly. I use my nose to move up and down, getting a hit while edging her even further. I lick on the outside of her lips, just close enough that she knows I’m there but without giving her what she really wants.
“Asheerrrrr,” she whines.
“That’s my name, Princess. Although I prefer to hear you scream it.”
I bite the soft flesh on the inside of her thigh, and she cries out.
“Asher, please make me come.”
“I need more information, baby.”
“Please lick my pussy and make me come all over your face. Please, Asher, please.”
I don’t need to hear anymore. I pull her panties to the side and dive in, licking from her tight hole up to her swollen bud.
“Has anyone else eaten your pussy, Esme?” I say against her skin. She shakes her head no quickly, her hands gripping the blanket underneath her.
“Good. I’d have to kill anyone who had this before me. I’ve only had a little taste, and I’m already addicted. Something so good has to be savored.” I lick her again, making her back bow. “And cherished. You can’t have just anyone tasting this delicacy.”
I suck on her swollen nub and wrap an arm around her leg to keep her seated. When she comes, I want her to come hard, and she’s going to keep going until I’ve had my fill or until she’s crying for me to stop.
I pull back and spit on her pussy, watching it travel down. When it reaches her hole, I collect it on the tip of my pinky and slowly insert it.
“Asher,” she cries.
“Fuck, Princess, you’re so tight. Don’t worry, I’m not going to take your virginity. At least not yet, I just want to give you something to grab.”
I suck her clit into her mouth and flick it with my tongue. I slowly move the tip of my finger in and out of her hole before I feel it clench down on me.
She comes so hard her back bows up. Her cum squirts out onto my face and dribbles down onto the blanket under us. I lick every bit, not wanting to waste a single drop of this precious liquid.
“You taste so fucking good,” I murmur as I continue to lick. Her legs are shaking, but she is doing her best to scoot away from me. She is digging her heels in to try to move away, but my arm is keeping her stationary.
“Asher, please stop,” she whines. I keep sucking and licking.
“Asher, please stop, holy fuck.” She starts twisting and turning. She tries pulling at my arm to get me to stop, but I’m not letting up. I continue to fuck her tight hole with my fingertip, trying to contain myself. I’m humping the ground below me like a sixteen-year-old boy, and the only thing keeping me from fucking her is that she’s still a virgin, inexperienced, and I want her to have this moment for herself.
I sit up and whip out my dick, and she scoots away.
“Don’t worry, Princess, when I fuck you, you’ll be begging for any bit I give you. Just sit there, and watch me come for you.”
I let the spit dribble from my mouth and onto the head of my cock. Knowing her arousal is now covering my dick makes this so much hotter. I tug on it and throw my head back. I let my hand catch on the piercings I have, causing just a bit of pain. She stares at my cock, and having her eyes on me only makes this that much hotter.
It only takes a couple of tugs before I’m shooting ropes of cum right where she had been just a moment ago. One day I will paint her white, but today isn’t that day. I shudder and look back at her while she stares.
“Come here, Princess.” I go to sit back down but she stops me with a “wait” and I do. My cock is still half-massed and hanging out, but I pause my motions to see what she has planned. I watch as she reaches over and grabs my hat, before turning it to me and hanging it on my cock. She’s using my dick as a hat rack, and I can’t do anything but laugh.
“Happy?” I ask, still laughing about the scene.
She nods and I take it off before buttoning myself up and sitting back down.
She scoots over next to me, and I put my arm around her. I spin slow strokes on her shoulder as her head rests on my chest. I kiss the top of her head.
“Are you okay?” I ask. She nods her head, but that’s not enough. I pinch her shoulder.
“Ouch.” She flinches.
“I need words.”
“Yes, I’m okay. Thank you for uh…making me come,” she says sheepishly.
“Hey, look at me.” I wait for her to do as I say before I continue. “Don’t ever thank a man for an orgasm. It’s your right to come. And either way, it was my pleasure.” I stop for a moment and let the silence linger. I’m not used to the feelings I’m feeling. I’ve never been the “touch her and die” guy, but I am for her. I’m not sure how to describe it. I lean back and exhale.
“What have you done to me?”