Chapter 19
Lila was fucking gorgeous. Perfect. Ethereal. And he wasn’t done with her yet. Somehow, the position he fucked her in was both so animalistic yet so intimate as he watched her come undone by his cock, eyes locked together as he hovered over her, hand wrapped around her throat, her pulse. Seeing her eyes as she came for him would’ve sent him to another plane of existence if he weren’t so obsessed with giving her everything she wanted.
She was so tight and hot, it wasn’t like anything he’d imagined in his dirtiest fantasies. And he still wanted more.
As Ambrose eased back, he saw her dripping all over herself, her cunt sopping wet for him. He still tasted her virgin blood on his tongue and wanted more. She’d let him take her first, have her first, and he would cherish that honor. But feasting on Lila could wait, all he wanted to do now was fuck her again.
The monster wasn’t satiated. Not yet.
He stood, his cock still painfully hard, and lifted his shaking woman into his arms carefully. He kissed her as he walked both of them into the river, kissed her as he cleaned the mud from her breasts, her cheek pushed into the dirt, the plane of her stomach. He kissed her as he dunked his hand into the water and rubbed between her thighs. He kissed her as soft whimpers escaped her lips each time he stroked her clit.
“Can you swim?” he asked, already guessing the answer.
“I don’t think I can do anything right now, but definitely not that.”
He chuckled and held her closer, her wet body warm against his. “There’s still more I want to do to you,” he whispered into her ear, and he loved the goose flesh that rose on her skin.
As Ambrose fucked her, he’d felt her warmth return in burst. He wasn’t sure she’d noticed it yet but the cold water contrasted her warm skin so wonderfully and her shivering had stopped.
So, he kissed her again and then dunked both of them into the water.
Bubbles flew from Lila’s lips before he stood upright again, both of them dripping messes now.
As Ambrose flipped his hair back and away from his face, Lila’s hair lay flat against her eyes as she tried to push it back, pulling another chuckle from Ambrose. He dunked her again, dipping her head back and pulling her up with ease. Now her hair was all back and she wiggled in his arms, trying to splash him.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
She rolled her eyes before begrudgingly smiling and nodding.
“One day, I’ll properly teach you how to swim. But tonight, I like you holding onto me too much to let go.”
There was that blush he missed so much.
“Plus. I’m going to fuck you again, and I’d rather you not try to swim away from me.”
Lila startled. “A-again?!”
“Over and over, if I can.” He pulled her just a little down his body, poking her backside with his cock. Just to remind her he was still, very much, hard.
Ambrose wadded over to a massive rock, protruding from the river just enough to create a small seat as his thighs were half submerged in the water. He sat Lila on his lap, her back flush to his chest.
And then his hands started to wander.
“Lords, I love looking at you. I love touching you. And now I love fucking you. Though, that was never a question.” He cupped her breasts, pawing them between his large hands. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, letting him do as he pleased.
Her pink nipples kept calling his attention, and he knew he wanted to toy with them. He’d missed them so much. He rubbed one between his fingers, before pulling at it hard.
“You know, there are toys for these,” he breathed against her neck.
“Toys?”
“Little clamps,” he said, squeezing and pulling both nipples simultaneously, “that latch to your nipples, and with a small chain, I can pull them as much as I please.”
Lila whimpered as he pulled again.
“Doesn’t that sound fun?” He licked the column of her neck.
“Mhm,” Lila breathed, nodding vigorously. She was wet again, he could smell it—and he had barely even started.
“There are more toys too.” His hand slowly traveled down the front of her, inching near her center again. “Clamps that grab onto this,” he flicked her clit, sending her bucking back into him. “Small balls I can shove into your pussy”—he pushed a finger inside of her, cupping it to scoop against the spot that always drove her wild—“or your ass, if you’re willing to try. There are even toys I can use while I fuck you.” He returned to rubbing small circles around the needy bud. “How does that sound? Do you want to try?”
“I want to try it all with you.”
He smiled. “Good girl.”
She moaned at his words, once again bucking against him and humping his hand.
“I’ll buy you all the toys when we’re back in the manor. So you’ll have to wait and be a good girl till then. Can you do that for me?”
Lila nodded and he could tell she was already beyond words.
“Good. Then I’ll give you a present now instead.”
Lila tried to turn around, but Ambrose stopped her. He removed his hand from between her thighs and grabbed her waist, lifting her above his cock, and then he plunged back into her to the hilt.
He almost erupted inside of her as he pulled her down, sheathing his cock completely in her incredibly tight pussy. She screamed as her walls clamped around him and it was like music to his ears. She was so fucking wet already, as he hit a new spot that felt so damn good.
“Do you like that, Lila? Do you like when I fuck you?”
“Lords, I love it. I love it, I love it, I love it.” She had nothing to hold onto but his thighs and she dug her nails into them.
He only pulled her down harder.
“Ah!”
Ambrose pushed into her, dropping one hand from her waist, back to her clit, where he rubbed her harder.
“Ride me, Little Crow, ride me like the good girl you are.”
Lila looked like she was about to lose it, but Ambrose couldn’t stop himself. Not when she felt this good taking him, not when she felt this wonderful around his cock. She lifted her ass and moved her hips, riding him as he’d demanded.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
He felt like he’d explode from just the thought of all this happening, of him thrusting himself into her hot pussy. Of her riding his cock as though she’d been starved for it. But just as he nearly came, he stopped thrusting and focused on his fingers circling her clit.
He wasn’t worthy of finishing. Not yet.
“Lila, love,” he breathed against her neck, pressing his fingers firmly against the sensitive bud, before picking up his speed on those small circles she liked so much. “Moan for me.”
Lila did, she moaned his name, she moaned “yes” over and over. He slipped the hand at her waist up her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her throat, and slipping his two middle fingers between her lips. She sucked them into her mouth, whimpering around them as she wrapped her tongue around each digit.
I feel so full, she rasped through the Concord, and he licked her neck as his fingers squeezed her clit before massaging it again. Then he felt her body tighten, her back arch against him, just as a new wave of liquid heat burst around his cock again.
Lila slumped against him, but Ambrose wasn’t done. The wet, hot rush made him nearly burst, but he still wasn’t worthy. He picked up the pace once more, gripped her hips with both hands, thrusting into her with everything he had. Hard, fast, and even deeper than before.
He hadn’t given her anytime to come down from her orgasm, and immediately began building the next. Lila was moaning and whimpering and screaming but it still wasn’t enough. He wanted to give her everything.
He threw his arms around her waist, just under her breasts, and squeezed him to her, fucking her with everything he had.
“Ah! I—I’m—” But her words failed her as she bit out another moan. I’m going to come again! she gasped through the Concord.
I love you, I love you, I love you. He pushed all his love to her through the Concord, and he felt it all reciprocated right back.
Ambrose, I want you to come inside me.
His chest fluttered in time with her inner walls, and his cock flinched. Fuck, it was all he wanted to too. But his conscience was getting the better of him. But, what about—
I’ve taken a tonic. I’m safe for a year. Do it, please!
Ambrose had every intention of meeting her demands. Her wish was his command. But not yet.
He bounced her up and down his cock, forcing her to take each and every inch of him.
“Come for me first.”
“Together,” Lila demanded.
Together, then.
Ambrose would burst at any second. She was just so tight around him, he felt like he would completely lose himself the moment he finished.
She bounced her ass against him, moving in sync as her slickness overtook them both.
They were both at the edge as Ambrose thrust into her as hard as he could, pulling her down at the same moment.
In tandem, they both yelled, and Ambrose felt himself explode into Lila as she burst around him. Their juices mixed and dripped down his length and between their thighs as they both took ragged breaths.
Lila slumped against him, and he rested his forehead against her shoulder.
Neither were able to speak and their entire bodies vibrated with everything they’d just done as they sat there till the sun was threatening to rise.
“Lila, are you—are you okay?” He struggled to catch his breath. He hadn’t come that hard. Ever.
She weakly nodded. “Better than okay. Perfect.” She smiled up at him. “But really, really sore. I think you accomplished your goal—I don’t think I can walk.”
Ambrose huffed a laugh and as he pulled out of her, they both moaned a final time. He ran his hand in the water, and drizzled it onto her thighs, her core, cleaning what he could. She spasmed each time, and each time it made him want to do it all over again.
Ambrose carried Lila to the shore, and after the two had cleaned themselves off, he held her in his arms, watching her.
“Is the monster satiated?” she asked.
Lords. He would never have enough of her. But he was sure if he did fuck her again, he’d continue for days and they’d never make it to the Maggot Mansion.
“For now, love.” Ambrose kissed her forehead, and helped her dry her hair before helping her into the coat.
Once he was in pants and boots again, he lifted the sheer fabric that’d been thrown to the floor. As he looked at it, held it, he felt every vile emotion rising in him again. What they’d done to her, what they could have done to her. The sheer embarrassment she faced while being forced to wear this for them. If looks could kill, his gaze would’ve incinerated it right there.
Lila eyed it, clearly appalled. She walked up to him, grabbing the cloth from his hands, and met his eyes.
“They do not own me,” she mumbled, just as she ripped it in half, turned around, and threw it in the river.
Immediately, the rage dissipated. Ambrose wrapped his arm around her waist as they watched it flow downstream and out of sight.
“They never did, Little Crow. They never did.”