Chapter 41
Asher
Waking up to Sayla was the best feeling in the world—even more so now that I’d laid my soul bare before her. Every bit of weight gone. I could breathe again.
I carefully extracted Pandora from her clutches. My Princess had been most unhappy when Pandora got hit by some errant come. Which was really her fault since she’d managed to swallow it all.
The see-through lace vest was an excellent purchase. Through the white I could see her darker nipples. I pushed my shorts off but the waistband caught around my cock in my haste.
She didn’t need medication to sleep now. Sayla had a naturally deep sleep and by regulating a daily pattern she was able to rest the way she was meant to—without nightmares.
I moved over her like a ninja. Any heat lost from raising the covers was quickly replaced by my body. I rested my cock between her breasts before bringing them together like a lovely cocoon. By the time I began to rock my hips her eyes fluttered open.
She blinked a few times.
“At least take your shirt off so I get a show,” she croaked.
It was a sacrifice because I needed to release my favourite part of her to reach my T-shirt.
“Hold them in place.”
She groaned and her hands appeared.
I let her take charge while I yanked my T-shirt over my head.
She was massaging my cock between her soft warm breasts by the time I was done. She raised her head and licked the tip.
“Good girl. Lick it all up. It’s all for you, baby,” I groaned.
I reached for the wooden poster and began to fuck her warm cavern. She opened wide enough for my cock to catch the inside of her mouth with each thrust.
It wasn’t long before I shifted closer to feed her more. It always amazed me how well she took me. How wide she managed to open. The way those hazel eyes stared up at me while she sucked.
When my balls began to tighten I pulled back and smeared her lips with my cock before repositioning to kiss that filthy mouth of hers. Her fingers clutched my neck as she kissed me back—slow and sweet, pushing that soft tongue against mine.
I broke the kiss to inspect her.
Wet swollen lips, blown-out eyes and ragged breath.
“Does my Princess need my cock in her special place?”
“Well, since my special place is now off limits to me, that would be greatly appreciated, Daddy.”
All sass and wit this morning.
Not to mention this would be the first healthy dose of come for the day in her womb.
The covers flew off.
Damp lace knickers half pulled and half ripped off her.
Next—thighs pinned to the bed.
“You remind me of a frog with your legs like this,” I mused, rubbing my cock over her messy wet cunt.
“You’re not the expert on frogs that you think you are, Daddy,” she said, rolling her eyes while wiggling her feet in the air.
I decided to press her legs further into the bed which raised her hips, letting me glide over her entire pussy. I even dragged my heavy balls over her to feel her arousal coat me.
Her sass vanished.
“Show me those tits, baby,” I said, my voice hoarse.
She peeled the white lace down to bare herself to me.
“My tits,” I growled. “My holes.”
Her lips curled at the edges. She stuck her finger in her mouth and proceeded to wet one perfect tip with it. Precum oozed out of me and rolled down my cock.
“My filthy Princess,” I sighed.
I released one leg and dragged my cock through her pink folds until the blunt head rested where it belonged.
“Ruin me, Daddy,” she whispered. “Let me feel you inside me all day long.”
I grabbed her leg again and leaned my weight on both before I sank into her. The instant feel of her heat made me drop my hips and gravity did the rest. When I began to drop harder and faster the mattress boosted her up to meet me. She was wailing within seconds.
Every time I reared back and plunged down again my balls slapped against her—a reminder of our future. The one she’d agreed to. Her head rolled against the pillow and her hair spread everywhere at once. I continued, every thrust burying me balls deep inside her.
The four-poster bed began to creak before it began to bang against the wall.
Her cries grew louder.
Words came that didn’t make sense.
A jumble of sounds mixed with my grunts.
She’d feel me all day and then some.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” she screamed so loud that I winced—then she began to tremble and her pussy sucked me right in.
Deep. Hot. Wet.
Muscles spasming.
Milking.
I slammed into her just as the first spurt of my seed shot out of me. So violent that something ached somewhere. Then the soft wet feel of her made everything right again.
She took it all.
It didn’t matter how much spilled out because I was always ready to stuff it back inside her. All day. Every day. Forever.