Chapter 7
7
EVIE
W hen I looked at Ash, my heart raced. He didn’t even have to touch me, didn’t have to say one word. Just thinking about him had butterflies fluttering in my stomach, my pulse skyrocketing, and my pussy slickening for this one perfect moment.
How I undressed, I couldn’t really tell you. All I remember was a flurry of movements and flashes of clothing being shed to the floor. But now, I was totally naked, lying on the bed. Slowly, I parted my legs. Ash stood at the footboard, leisurely undressing, watching me with a heavy-lidded gaze.
I wasn’t a virgin, but my knowledge of being intimate was beholden to lackluster experiences with only one other man—the man I had run away from. Yet I felt no shyness with the man before me. He’d made me feel too safe in his presence, too wanted, to worry about any of that.
I opened my arms, silently telling Ash to come to me, to give me what I needed.
Ash was now nude and climbed onto the bed, his body big and hard and stacked with muscles. He had a trimmed, dark covering of chest hair, and another darker trail starting right under his navel that traveled down to the biggest, thickest, and longest dick I could ever imagine.
A small shiver of pleasure snaked down my spine when I saw droplets of precum on Ash’s crown.
I did this to him.
I excited him, his body reacting to me , wanting me .
My head spun with the thought.
Dragging my eyes back to Ash’s face, I saw he looked at me with so much restrained passion it was clear he barely had his control in check.
I knew he would make love to me soft and sweet, but a part of me wanted fierce and raw. I shamelessly stared at him again, checking him out. I admired every hard ridge, dip, and bulge of his muscles... excitement filling me that for this moment in time, he was mine.
My heart jackknifed in my chest.
Ash might’ve had hard edges and a roughness to him, but all I’d witnessed from him myself was soft and gentle, a side that I had a feeling he didn’t show many people. If any.
He groaned as he let his gaze roam over my naked body. That sound coming from him was harsh and gruff, pitched low and full of male need. “I want to make this good for you, baby. I want this to be something you remember.” His voice was deep and breathless, and I felt how much he meant those words. “I want to fuck you so good, so very thoroughly, that you’ll forget every bad experience you’ve ever had.”
His words touched me deeply, emotionally, but they also told me again and again that this was exactly the right moment in my life. I’d made the right decision.
I swallowed the lump of emotion that wedged itself in my throat. “I know you will. I just want you.”
He rested his forehead against mine, and we just stayed there, catching our breath for a second. Ash then moved back enough that I could see the long, hard, impressive length of his shaft once more. The tip was still dotted with a clear bead of fluid, and my mouth watered with an all-consuming arousal.
I looked at his chest, just absorbing how big and masculine he was, how muscular and very male his body was.
He took hold of himself, and then I was right back to staring at that huge cock as he aimed the head toward the ceiling and squeezed. I licked my lips as more crystal pre-cum seeped from the tip, then dripped down his shaft, over his balls, and down his thigh. Thoroughly amazed at the sight before me, I wasn’t sure he’d fit comfortably inside of me because of his thickness and length.
It was a ludicrous thought, because I knew a woman’s body was made to take a man’s, no matter his size, and my body was so primed for what he’d give me that there would be no real resistance.
“Fuck, Evie.”
I snapped my gaze up to his.
“I’m barely hanging on as it is. But if you keep looking at my cock like that—like you’re hungry for it—what little self-control I have will fucking snap.” His voice was sharp, like a hot, smooth blade running across my naked body. Ash’s eyes were hooded, his head was lowered, and he watched me like a feral animal. He reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking the obscenely thick length. “You want this?”
“God,” I whispered, that lone word leaving me in a burst of breath. “Yes.” I stared into his eyes that looked so dark in the dimly lit room.
He closed them for a moment, as if grappling with some inner struggle, before his gaze returned. He smoothed a finger down the side of my neck, stopping right at my pulse point, adding a little pressure, and it made my heart beat faster.
“What do you need?” he whispered, but I had a feeling he was speaking to himself.
“I just need you .” Those three words spilled from me instantly, and I was shocked at how much I meant them—and not just on a physical level.
He groaned and claimed my mouth in a soft, thorough kiss that had my toes curling and me pressing my body fully to his. But a second later, he was pushing me back, down to the mattress, and covering me with his hard form, so I felt like I was cloaked in a huge, impenetrable security blanket.
For long moments, all he did was kiss me—fucking my mouth with his lips and tongue in the same way I wanted him to between my thighs.
“Evie,” he moaned. “I’m so fucking hard for you.” He started thrusting his cock against my pussy, my wetness making his movements fluid, easy, his thick length a reminder of how I’d never taken anything as huge as Ash was. “God. Damn, baby.”
Feeling his dick rubbing up and down my slickened pussy, my lower lips framing his dick, had heat consuming me. There was no fear, no hesitation. My past traumas weren’t welcome here.
He thrust his tongue in and out of my mouth, licked and sucked at mine, and nipped at my lips. Far too soon, he broke the kiss and moved his mouth to the hollow of my throat.
Tossing my head back, I cried out as pleasure washed through me. Never had I been so turned on. Foreplay had never felt this good. And all the while, he kept rolling his hips back and forth against me, licking at my flesh, drawing my need out until I was almost ravenous for him to finally take me.
Sweat beaded his brow as he stared into my eyes. I watched his throat work when he swallowed, making me want to pout as he slowed his movements. But his next words had the urge to complain leaving me in an instant. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
I smoothed my hands over his bulging muscles, feeling the sinew and tendons bunching right below the surface of his perspire-covered skin and against my palms.
He made that low, possessive sound again. “The things I want to do to you…” He trailed off in a thick voice. “They are so fucking wrong. Dirty, baby.” He groaned as he gripped my hips, being gentle but firm enough I felt the pressure, his restraint. “So fucking perfect, Evie.”
As he rolled his hips against mine, I could feel how slick his cock was from my juices.
“Once I finally have you, I won’t stop. I won’t let you go.” His words were final, and as he moved his hand between us until he was brushing his knuckles against my sensitive, soaked center, I allowed myself to believe him. “Are you ready for me, Evie?”
“Yes. God, I am.”
He exhaled shakily and positioned the thick, bulbous head of his cock right at my pussy hole.
“Just relax for me, sweetheart. I won’t hurt you. I’ll make this good for you.”
I nodded and breathed out, forcing myself to release the tension in my body. I knew Ash advocated for me in all ways. I didn’t need to know him my whole life to recognize this.
When he started pushing in, the air left my lungs once again, and the tension returned to my lower body as my inner muscles resisted and then stretched to try to accommodate his huge cock.
There was no coming back from this. And thank God for that.
“I’ll try to be gentle,” he said again, as if reminding himself, while he continued to push into me, claiming my body until I felt like I was filled to the brim. “Fuck, you feel good. The best pussy I’ve ever felt, Evie.”
I gasped at the fullness, at the feeling of being so very stretched, of being penetrated completely.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart.”
The discomfort was enough to make my eyes prickle, but when he pulled out and started pushing back in, pleasure took root, and I gasped out, “Don't stop.”
“Never.” Ash pulled out, then sank back in just as slowly. “Jesus, you’re so tight. So fucking wet.” He closed his eyes and gnashed his teeth. The pain of being stretched so wide by his size had my eyes still watering, but that discomfort only added to the pleasure building with each passing second, with each pulse of his cock seated inside of me.
His balls were pressed right up against my slick flesh, and I felt so taken to an impossible degree that I bit my lip hard enough I tasted blood. Sweat beaded my brow, coated my breasts. My nipples were hard and aching.
“ Fuck .” That lone word left him in a snarling, feral tone. “ Christ . I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly, so deeply, that you’ll know you’re mine. All other men will be ruined for you.” The heat in the room increased as his movements amplified.
My inner muscles squeezed his cock on their own, drawing him in farther every time he thrusted deep.
“ Yes ,” he hissed out. “That’s it. Fuck, that’s so it, sweet girl.”
As my body adjusted to him a little more, he started picking up pace, moving faster and harder. The higher my pleasure climbed, the more clearly I could see I’d soon fall over the edge, unable to catch myself.
I held my breath when he stopped fucking me, trying to regain control of my body’s reactions to his all-consuming stimulation, even though his dick was stilled lodged in my pussy and impossible to ignore.
He leaned in and ran his tongue along my lips. At the same time, he skimmed his knuckles along the little bundle of nerves at the top of my pussy, and any control I regained a moment ago was lost as all the air left my lungs. He rubbed my clit back and forth, and I couldn’t refrain from letting it overtake me.
“ Yes ,” he hissed as my core rippled around his massive cock that impaled me.
I tossed my head back and cried out, giving Ash what he demanded… needing it like I needed oxygen. The only thing I saw, felt, smelled… was Ash. He consumed every single one of my senses as I gave in to the orgasm he commanded my body to have.
When he removed his hand and began to thrust slowly in and out of me, I gasped at how amazing that previous pain now felt. I opened my eyes and saw sweat lined his forehead, trailed down his temple, slid down his neck, and continued to his chest. My gaze followed the dips and hollows, the ridges and hills, of all that tanned, male muscle that made up Ash. I wanted to lick his flesh, taste and follow that salty path that moved along his skin.
I held onto his biceps and licked my lips, my entire body strung tight because of how incredible his cock felt while I took in the sight of the man himself. “It’s so good, Ash.”
He grunted and must have lost his patience with only the slow, controlled thrusts he was giving me. In the next moment, he began to slam in and out of me, fast and wild, as if my simple words of praise and reassurance broke the tight reins he once held. All I could do was give in and let the sensations mark me from the inside out. I felt my pussy clench around his cock once more, as if my body tried to pull him in even more, refusing to let this pleasure wane.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he groaned and slammed into me over and over.
He pulled back slightly and placed his hands on my inner thighs, his fingers framing my pussy. And just like that, I felt myself fall over the edge once again. Waves of pleasure rolled through me, but Ash kept thrusting in and out of me, his focus on where he was buried deep.
He pushed my legs up and back, so my knees were on either side of my chest. It opened me obscenely, but the new position had him sinking in even deeper, and as I felt it happen with my eyes pinched closed, I could picture his hands digging into my flesh so he could really grip and fuck me.
“ Damn, baby ,” he snarled, my eyes popping open at the aggression I’d never heard come from him before. But his focus had never left where his cock was owning me, as if he couldn't stand to look away, and I knew that aggression stemmed from him enjoying this as much as I was.
The position had him hitting parts of me I didn't even know existed, secret parts that had me crying out and peaking my pleasure all over again and even higher. I curled my nails into his flesh, leaving crescent-shaped marks in his skin. I moaned at what he was doing to me.
Claiming me.
I felt the bed rock back and forth, the headboard slamming against the wall, and then he slowed.
“I’ll never get enough.” His breath moved along the arch of my throat, and he ran his teeth and tongue over my neck, down my collarbone, and stopped at one of my breasts.
Ash was now languid in his motions, in the way he bit and licked at my flesh, in the way he moved inside of me. But he never stopped tormenting me in the best of ways. He kept me right on the precipice of climaxing yet again.
He gritted out, “ Christ ,” when I clenched my inner muscles around him, unconsciously the first time, then on purpose when I felt how it made tingles spread from my core all the way to the tips of my toes. That’s when he lost it and really started fucking me again.
I arched my back, my breasts thrust out, and closed my eyes.
“God,” he groaned, drawing my attention to his body yet again. I swore I saw—felt—his muscles straining even further, becoming even more pronounced. “Fucking hell, baby.” He slammed into me, grinding himself against my clit, sending sensations spiraling through me. “ Yes .”
I gasped, and it was as if the sound was an accelerant to him, because a second later, he crashed his mouth to mine, thrusting his tongue between my lips. And the entire time, he kept fucking into me, kept rolling his hips against mine.
Finally, Ash buried himself all the way inside of me, deeper than anyone had ever been before—including him—and stopped, both of us moaning at the intensity and depth. The fullness I felt made my eyes widen, as the experience stole my breath. His immense body shook, and the sounds of him grunting and groaning had me breaking apart once more.
“ Mine! ” he roared out as he came.
There was no other way to describe what he did in that moment.
I felt him orgasming inside me, with hot, thick jets of his cum filling me to the brim.
As he ground his hips, moving that enormous cock around at that previously uncharted depth within me, all I could do was clutch Ash and hold on as he wrung every ounce of ecstasy out of me. And only when I grew too sensitive and panted hard did Ash’s body slow before finally stilling for good.
He was panting so hard but still leaned in to kiss my forehead, the tip of my nose, and my closed eyelids before sliding out of my pussy to lie beside me.
I shivered when he pulled me close to his chest, holding me tight, keeping me heated. He used his big, muscular body to protect me and keep me grounded. I wanted to be his—only his—and knowing Ash wanted that too had comfort filling me.
Our bodies were pressed together, with my head right over his heart. I heard the steady, lulling beat of it and felt a small smile tug my lips. I tilted my head back and looked up at him. He watched me with this possessive gleam in his eyes.
Ash’s arms tightened around me, and he leaned down and kissed me soundly on the lips.
“I meant it when I said I wasn’t letting you go. That you’re mine .”
I realized, as I looked into his eyes after he rested back, that all the issues in my life over the last few years, all the fear and worry and not knowing who I was anymore, meant something. I hadn’t known what it was, but it had led me here.
“I love you,” I whispered, saying it because I truly felt it, even if it might’ve been too fast.
His body tensed, and he exhaled, holding me tighter. “I love you so fucking much, Evie.”
I was ready to write the next chapter in my book of life. And then the next. And the next after that.
And they all had Ash in the center of all of them.