Chapter 8 #2
I tease her first, sliding the length of my cock between her legs, feeling her tremble with anticipation.
Leaning forward, I drape my body over hers, my chest pressed to her back, my lips grazing the nape of her neck.
I feel her skin pebble beneath my breath, goosebumps cascading down her spine as she arches into me.
Then I lean back and spread her cheeks with my hands, my thumb brushing over her tight entrance. The thought crosses my mind, to fuck her in the ass—one day, maybe, but not now. Not today.
My focus narrows to the pink pussy between her thighs. I press my cock forward and she backs her ass into it. I enter her moaning, gripping her hips so hard, I make her hiss. But she doesn’t stop me. Just moans, “Fuck me, Legion, do it now.”
I thrust forward, desperate now, needing to be inside her so goddamn bad it's almost painful. The sensation of her tight pussy wrapping around my cock makes me groan—something primal and raw that comes from deep in my chest.
"Fuck yes," I breathe, gripping her hips tighter as I pull back and drive forward again, harder this time.
Savannah meets me thrust for thrust, banging her ass backward into my hips each time I push forward. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the canyon—skin slapping against skin, wet and obscene and perfect.
"Yes," I say, my eyes locked on where we're joined. Watching my cock slide in and out of her pussy, glistening with her wetness. "Look at you, taking every inch like you were made for it."
Her tits rock back and forth with each thrust, swaying beneath her as her fingers grip the blanket so tight her knuckles turn white.
Sounds start comin' out of her mouth now that will make me hard just thinkin' about them tomorrow—high, breathy whimpers that turn into moans, then into something closer to screams.
"Harder," she gasps, her voice breaking. "Fuck me harder, Legion."
I give her what she wants, what she's begging for. I pull almost all the way out, then slam back inside her so deep I feel her whole body jolt forward. She cries out, her back arching as she pushes back against me, demanding more.
"That's my girl," I growl, setting a brutal pace now. "Taking my cock so fucking well. You love this, don't you? Love getting fucked like this where anyone could see."
"God, yes," she moans, her voice muffled as she drops her head between her arms. "I love it. I love your cock. I love how you fuck me."
The sight of her like this—the perfect Ashby princess on her hands and knees, taking every inch I give her—sends something dark and possessive through me. This is mine. She is mine. Not Cash's sister, not Marcus's ex-fiancée, not Eleanor's daughter.
Mine.
"Say it," I demand, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips hard enough to leave marks. "Tell me who you belong to."
"You," she gasps immediately, her pussy clenching around me. "I belong to you, Legion. Only you."
"Damn right," I grunt, reaching forward to grab a fistful of her hair. I pull her head back, arching her spine, changing the angle so I'm hitting that spot inside her that makes her see stars. "This pussy is mine. This body is mine. All of you is mine."
"Yes, yes, yes," she chants, her voice climbing higher with each word.
I can feel her getting close, her walls starting to flutter around my cock. My own release is building at the base of my spine, hot and insistent, but I want her to come first. Need to feel her fall apart on my cock before I let myself go.
I release her hair and reach around to find her clit, circling it with my fingers while I continue fucking her hard and deep. Her whole body tenses, every muscle going taut as a bowstring.
"Come for me," I order, my voice rough. "Come on my cock, Savannah. Let me feel it."
Her response is immediate and devastating. She screams my name as her orgasm crashes through her, her pussy clamping down on my cock so tight I almost lose control right then.
I keep fucking her through it, maintaining that punishing rhythm even as her legs shake and her arms threaten to give out.
Every thrust pulls another cry from her lips, another flutter of her walls around me.
Her whole body is trembling now, overwhelmed by sensation, caught in that beautiful space between pleasure and too much.
"That's it," I rasp, my voice barely recognizable. "Give me everything."
She does. Wave after wave of her climax rolls through her, each one making her clench around me, making her gasp my name like I'm the only thing keeping her tethered to earth.
I don't let up, don't slow down, fucking her through every aftershock until she's gasping and trembling beneath me, completely wrecked.
I’m wrecked too. And I want to blow inside her.
But not in her pussy.
I pull out fast, my cock slick and throbbing. The cool air hits me like a shock after the wet heat of her pussy. I'm so close to coming I can barely think straight, but I want this—need this—her mouth on me when I finally let go.
I grab a fistful of her hair, not gentle, and guide her around to face me. My cock bobs between us, angry red and dripping with her wetness.
Savannah looks up at me—those blue eyes wide with surprise at the sudden movement. Her lips are parted, breath coming fast. Sweat gleams on her skin, her hair a tangled mess from my hands. She's never looked more beautiful.
For a moment, I wonder if she'll object. If this is too much, too dirty, even for us.
But then she smiles, slow and wicked, and her hands come up to grip my cock tight. Both of them wrapped around me, squeezing.
"That's it," I tell her, my voice barely more than a growl. "Take my dick. Rip me apart. Put my come wherever you want it."
She doesn't hesitate. Her tongue darts out, licking the head of my cock, tasting herself on me. The sensation nearly buckles my knees. I tighten my grip in her hair, using it to steady myself as much as to control her.
"Fuck," I breathe, watching her pink tongue swirl around the tip, lapping up the precum that's been leaking since I pulled out of her.
She looks up at me while she does it, holding my gaze with those innocent-looking eyes that are anything but. Then she opens her mouth wider and takes me inside. Just the head at first, her lips forming a perfect seal around me as she sucks.
My vision goes hazy at the edges. The wet heat of her mouth, the gentle scrape of her teeth, the way her tongue works the underside of my cock—it's almost too much to handle after fucking her so hard. I'm already so close, wound so tight, that I know this won't last long.
"More," I rasp, my hand in her hair urging her forward. "Take more of me."
Savannah complies, sliding down my length inch by inch. I watch my cock disappear between those perfect lips, watch her throat work as she takes me deeper. When she gags slightly, I feel it all along my shaft—a flutter, a squeeze that makes my balls draw up tight.
"That's my good girl," I murmur, fightin’ to keep my eyes open, to watch every second of this. "Taking that cock so well. So fucking perfect."
She moans around me, the vibration traveling straight through my body. Her hands move to my hips, gripping tight as she starts to bob her head, creating a rhythm that's going to destroy me. Slow at first, then faster, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks harder.
I let her set the pace for a minute, just savorin’ the sight of the Little Ashby Princess on her knees in front of me, my cock buried in her throat. But then the need to take control, to claim her completely, overwhelms me.
I tighten my grip in her hair and start to move her head myself, fuckin’ her mouth with shallow thrusts at first. Testin’.
She relaxes her jaw, opens wider, lets me use her however I want.
The trust in that gesture, the complete surrender, makes something fierce and possessive roar to life in my chest.
"Fuck, Savannah," I groan, my hips snapping forward harder now. "Your mouth feels so goddamn good. So wet and perfect wrapped around my cock."
Tears form at the corners of her eyes from the effort, from taking me so deep, but she doesn't pull away. Doesn't even slow down. Just keeps looking up at me with those watery blue eyes, letting me see exactly what I'm doing to her.
The pressure at the base of my spine builds to a breaking point. My thrusts become erratic, desperate. I can feel my release coming, inevitable and powerful, building like a wave about to crash.
"I'm gonna come," I warn her, my voice rough and strained. "Gonna fill that pretty mouth with my cum. You want that? Want me to come down your throat?"
She moans her agreement, the sound muffled by my cock, and that's it. That's all it takes to send me over the edge.
My orgasm slams into me with brutal force. I hold her head in place as I come, my cock pulsing as I empty myself into her mouth. Wave after wave of release, so intense my vision goes white at the edges. I can feel her swallowing, her throat working around me, taking everything I give her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant, the words punctuated by each spasm of pleasure.
When it finally subsides, when I've given her everything I have, I slowly release my grip on her hair. My legs feel weak, my whole body trembling from the intensity of it.
Savannah pulls back, my cock slipping from her lips with an obscene wet sound. She looks up at me, her makeup smeared, her lips swollen and red, a drop of my cum glistening at the corner of her mouth. She licks it away, slow and deliberate, never breaking eye contact.
"Good?" she asks, her voice husky.
I can't form words. Can barely remember my own name. My whole body feels like it's been cracked open and put back together wrong—or maybe right for the first time in my life.
So I just nod, dropping down beside her feet. The blanket is soft beneath my back, still warm from where we were just tangled together. I reach for her, my hands finding her waist, pulling her on top of me.