Chapter 7
Raphael
She’s mine.
There was no denying Ashlynn was and had always belonged to me, just like there was no need in pretending this woman wasn’t the sole possessor of my entire being. Silently, I watched as Ashlynn took a long pull of the blunt we’d just rolled. A soft smile played at the corners of her lips as she held her breath for a couple of seconds before releasing a plume of smoke. Her eyes were closed, and she moved her head from side to side, vibing out to the smooth jazz station she’d switched to, and honestly, it fit the mood so much better than the playlist I had going.
There was a sense of peace surrounding her, and I was honored to be a part of it, even if it were miniscule. This was exactly what I had in mind when I booked this little excursion to Ellington, Maryland for Ashlynn. Since her return, she’d been chugging full steam ahead, working outside of the scope of what’s considered ‘normal’ hours, and trying to prove her uncle made the right decision naming her chief vintner instead of bringing in someone else or promoting one of the guys who’d worked under him for years.
Ashlynn was stressed. The exhaustion in her eyes became more pronounced each time I saw her. I understood her hustle, respected her grind, and wouldn’t get in the way of her achieving her goals, but as the man who would take care of her—and planned to do so from the moment she stated she was open to giving us a try to the end of my life—I wanted to make sure she didn’t burn herself out. I saw how R.A. affected her body, and that shit was hard to watch, although Ashlynn did a great job at hiding her pain. She fought through her fatigue and made sure to eat even when she had no appetite.
“How does it taste?”
Her eyes fluttered open, and Ashlynn giggled quietly. She held the blunt in my direction. “Like me. Wanna hit?”
“Nah. If Imma taste you, then I gotta do it my way.” I slid out of the chair, kneeling on the ground in front of her before parting the blanket she had wrapped around her body. “Can I, Dream? Can I embed your essence on the tip of my tongue until the entire makeup of your flavor profile becomes wired in my DNA?”
“Yes,” she sighed, her voice a breathless whisper.
“Before we can go any further, Dream, there’s one thing you need to understand. You’re mine. If—or when—we cross this line, there’ll never be another muthafucka who’ll get the pleasure of touching you, kissing you, making love to you, and fucking you again. I will end any man who thinks he has a right to you in any capacity remotely close to what we share. You can test the Lord, but, sweetheart, don’t test me in this. The five years I spent without you in my life were torture, and I can’t endure that again. I’m barely holding on now.”
“I understand, Raphe.” Ashlynn took a puff of the blunt and leaned forward, cupping my cheek. Our lips hovered mere inches apart. She pursed her lips, and I opened my mouth to receive the smoke she exhaled. “I’m yours.”
The way her brown eyes bore into mine, the sincerity flooding her gaze, and the love and admiration sparkling in her orbs like the twinkling stars in the night sky all worked in tandem to unravel every thread of control I once possessed. Ashlynn might’ve hated the nickname The Devil, but I owned up to the part of me only a few unlucky muthafuckas encountered. For her, I’d set the fucking world on fire, walk barefoot through the pits of Hell and back, wearing each mark seared into my flesh proudly like the tattoos on my skin.
Gently, I nudged Ashlynn back in her seat. My hands went to the waistband of her shorts, and I tugged them down her legs, smiling as she lifted her hips to assist me, before tossing the shorts to the side. I hooked her legs over the arms of the chair and released a low groan from the base of my throat. With the help of the fire burning brightly and lights strung in the tree, I could see the full extent of her arousal. Her pussy glistened with her juices. My mouth watered.
“If you get too cold, lemme know. We can take this inside the igloo.” I nodded over to the outdoor igloo I had set up for our movie night under the stars.
“Or you can find an alternative way to keep me warm.”
Without waiting for her to respond, I dipped my head, swirling the tip of my tongue along the seam of her pussy lips before parting her folds with my index and thumb and pulling her engorged clit into my mouth.
“Mmm … Fuck yes,” Ashlynn cried, dropping her head back. She threaded her fingernails through the curls at the top of my head and gripped tight, keeping her eyes trained on me as I ate her pussy like the starving man that I was.
There was something erotic about having her watch me moisturize my beard with her juices while she held a blunt in her hands, occasionally taking pulls from it and blowing ringlets of smoke into the night’s air. It was sexy as fuck, and coupled with her husky voice urging me not to stop, her moans flittering to my ears, and the feel of her walls quivering around my seeking tongue, I knew this moment would forever be ingrained in my memory.
“Fuck, Dream. You taste so good.” I slowly licked her from the bottom of her pussy to the top, purposely avoiding her clit. She didn’t speak—or couldn’t. Her mouth was hung open, eyes squeezed shut, and her head rested against the back of the chair. One hand gripped a handful of my hair, holding my face between her thick thighs, while in the other she loosely held the remnants of the blunt. “No other muthafucka will ever know how delectable you are, you hear me?”
When she didn’t respond, I smacked her clit, causing Ashlynn to release a sharp gasp. Her body lurched forward. She shuddered. “Raphe, please.”
“Please what?” I asked, delivering two heavy-handed smacks. “You want me to fuck you? You wanna cum?”
“Yessss,” she hissed.
“Then tell me what I need to hear, Dream.” Gently, I pulled her fat clit between my teeth, and suckled hard. “Put my anxious mind to rest.” I blew a puff of air over her sensitive bud, and she trembled beneath me. “Calm my racing heart.” I pressed my lips to her clitoris in a chaste kiss that only lasted a tenth of a second. “Ease my fears, Dream.” The demand was punctuated with the driving of my fingers in and out of her slickened heat. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I-I … uhh.”
“You uh?” I shook my head, smacking her pussy again while cupping my fingers to hit that spot I knew would make Ashlynn cream even more. “So, you’re questioning being mine?”
“Nooooo,” she whined, tears leaking from behind her closed lids.
I was captivated. Spellbound. Ashlynn was so beautiful, and seeing her cry, knowing it wasn’t out of sadness but her body’s response to the overwhelming stimulation from my tongue and fingers, along with the heaviness of her finally admitting what she’d known in her heart for years, filled my chest with pride.
“Open your eyes and look at me, Dream.” It took her a few tries, but Ashlynn’s eyes fluttered open. She glanced down at me with raw lust and pure, unadulterated love in her gaze. I swallowed the lump of emotion forming in my throat. “That’s it, princess. Watch me, and you better not close them muthafuckas again until you’re cumming all over my beard and fingers.” I closed my mouth over her clit, suckling hard when I felt the spasming quivers of her pussy. She was close. The telltale signs that a powerful orgasm was just beyond the horizon were evident.
“I’m … I’m yours,” Ashlynn yelled. A wave of her juices covered my face and soaked my T-shirt. Both of her hands gripped my hair, folding me to her center as she rode out her orgasm, rolling her hips against my fingers and tongue. The blunt she’d held was long forgotten.
Several minutes later, I forced myself away from her trembling body and slid back into my chair, smiling as the aftershocks of her intense climax passed. Ashlynn’s breathing was still uneven when I picked up a jay I’d rolled while she went to the bathroom and lit it. I took a pull, savoring the taste of honey from the backwoods paper mingling harmoniously with the sweetness of Ashlynn’s pussy, and the subtle undertones of grape from the weed I’d used. “Wanna hit?”
Ashlynn shook her head. “Not now. There’s something else I want in my mouth.”
I didn’t have time to react before she was out of her chair and dropped to a squat in front of me, tugging down my pants and boxers enough to allow my dick to spring free. Without preamble, she ran the tip of her tongue along the mushroom-shaped head of my erection, lapping up droplets of pre-cum. My eyes drifted shut.
“Nah.” Ashlynn wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft and stroked it painfully slow. “We on the same energy. Watch me.”
I opened my eyes, smiling at the wicked gleam in her orbs. This was one of the reasons I’d fallen in love with Ashlynn. She didn’t mince her words. She said what was on her mind and backed that shit up with no hesitation. Nor did she fail to call me out on my bullshit when everyone else was walking on eggshells around me, including my own family. Besides that, this woman matched me sexually. Her appetite was as ravenous as mine. And her heart … the fact she trusted me, a man who people saw as a fuck up because I’d gotten injured and didn’t put D.C. on the map as they’d expected, the “so-called” black sheep of the family with underlying anger issues he was still working through, with it meant more than any words in every language could properly describe.
I was transfixed watching my dick disappear between her plump lips. The sounds of her slurping and gagging only added to the erotic soundtrack surrounding us, pulling me deeper and deeper into the haze of lust. Like she’d done, I smoked the blunt while immersing myself in the completeness that overtook me, until Ashlynn plucked it from my hand. She took a long puff, then lowered her head and blew a cloud of smoke against the tip of my penis. Taking another hit, she gathered smoke in her mouth. After a few seconds, she lowered her head and released a ring of smoke around the tip of my dick.
My eyes rolled heavenward. I wasn’t going to bitch out, but damn if she didn’t look sexy as fuck smoking and sucking my dick. I tried thinking about any and everything I could so I wouldn’t ruin the moment by cumming, but it was a losing battle.
“I really needed this getaway,” Ashlynn murmured, tracing the bulging veins of my dick with her tongue. “I’ve been working with this overly demanding ass client, and he has been working my last nerve. He keeps popping up at my office even when we don’t have a meeting, makes me eat lunch with him when I’m trying to work, and he even had my secretary clear my schedule one day so I could rest.” She curved her fingers in quotes.
I smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? He sounds like a pain in the ass.”
“He is.” Ashlynn pulled on my pants, and I raised up and pushed them down until they pooled around my ankles. My grown ass was assed out, but I didn’t give a damn.
“Want me to handle him?”
“No.” The corners of her lips curved into a sexy smirk, the kind that held so many secrets it was hard to decipher. Ashlynn cupped my balls, massaging lightly, and I fought back a groan. “I can handle him myself. I know how to get him in line.” She dipped her head, trailing the tip of her tongue along the seam of my sack. “I’ll leave his ass putty in my hands.” Opening her mouth, she took my dick deep inside until I reached the back of her throat.
“Fuck, Dream,” I grunted, tangling my fingers through her natural curls, and thrusting upward to fuck her face. Her eyes watered with tears. Spit leaked from her mouth, onto her shirt, and even on the grass below her, but Ashlynn didn’t seem to give a damn. This was her show, and there was nothing I could do to stop her or slow her down. Not even when I felt a tingle at the base of my spine.
“That’s it, Raphe. I want you to cum for me,” she purred, licking her lips like I was the best damn thing she’d tasted in her life. “Can you do that, baby? Bust that nut down my throat like the good fucking boy I know you are.”
The fuck?
Her good what?
Shit.
I ain’t never been called a ‘good boy’ before. That’s some shit I’d remember, and I’d certainly never heard Ashlynn say anything like that in her life. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on by it. For reasons unknown to me, I wanted to be the good boy she thought I could be and give her exactly what she asked for. I couldn’t even open my mouth to warn her of my impending orgasm, not that it would’ve mattered. Ashlynn was ready. She hollowed her jaws, suctioning me even harder than she’d been previously been doing. It didn’t take long before my body tensed, and I shot my load into her mouth.
Greedily, Ashlynn lapped up and swallowed every drop of cum without spilling any, then stood with a satisfied grin. “Damn you taste good.” She snuffed out the remainder of the blunt and climbed onto my lap. “But you know what tastes even better?”
“No, what?”
“Us together.” Ashlynn ran her tongue over my lips before sliding it inside to duel with mine. Like a starved man, I hungrily devoured her mouth as her hand gripped my still erect dick and lined it to her entrance.
I tore my mouth from hers. “Wait.” Her face morphed into confusion, and before she could ask the question I knew she was thinking, I said, “I didn’t bring any condoms out here. They’re all in the house.”
“So?” She dragged the head of my penis against her clit. “I need you inside of me, Raphe. I’ve waited for so long. I shouldn’t have to beg for dick—or a love—that has always been mine.”
The yearning in her voice was so clear, it ate away at my resolve. This was a battle I didn’t have a fair fight in, because when it came to Ashlynn and making her happy, she would always be the victor. I swallowed hard, struggling to fill my lungs with much-needed air. Unable to speak, I placed my hands on her hips to realign her opening with my tip, and watched as inch by inch, Ashlynn sank down until I was embedded inside of her walls, both of us releasing a strangled groan simultaneously.
“Perfect.”
“Like the pieces of a puzzle,” she whispered against my lips. The short, staccato spurts of her breath became increasingly labored as she rolled her hips once she was acclimated to the feel of my dick nestled deep inside of her. Ashlynn braced her hands on my shoulders for leverage as the speed of her movements increased. Her walls milked me.
“Go ’head, princess,” I grunted, lifting her shirt to take a pebbled nipple into my mouth. “This yo’ dick, take that shit.”
“Fuck, Raphe.”
I wrapped my arms around her, holding Ashlynn to my chest, and drilled her from below with pounding, upward thrusts that left her gasping for her next breath, shaking uncontrollably, and clinging to my body. Her nails dug into my skin, and the bite of them only spurred me go harder, the pain refreshing. The piercing slapping of our bodies meeting echoed in the open air.
“We’ll always fit together, Dream. You hear me? You were made for me, and I was made for you.”
“Yessss,” Ashlynn moaned. “I’m … I’m—” Her words were cut short by a long, keening cry as the force of her orgasm slammed into her, sending her falling over the precipice of ecstasy, and I was right behind her. The gushing of her juices over us caused me to spiral right along with her. With disjointed, sloppy thrusts, I let go, spilling my seed deep inside of her, the feel of my pulsing dick prolonged her climax.
Boneless, and completely sated, I grabbed the blanket Ashlynn left on her chair, and wrapped it around us. Thankfully, between the fire and our frenzy fucking, we’d somehow kept warm, but I needed to get her inside, at least in the heated igloo if not the house. From the research I did on R.A., I knew cold weather added to her aches and pains.
At length, Ashlynn lifted her head. “I love you, Raphael. I know I kinda said it while we were at dinner, but if you ever had any doubts, I wanna squash them here and now. I have never loved another living soul the way I love you, and although this thing between us scares me, having you by my side eases my worries.”
Using the pad of my thumb, I wiped away the tears that fell from her eyes. “I love you, too, Dream, and I promise I will do my best to be the perfect man you deserve.”
Before I could even finish my statement, Ashlynn was shaking her head. “I never said I wanted you to be perfect, Raphe, because that’s impossible. We’re human. God might’ve made us in his image, but we are flawed.” She cupped my face with a smile. “All I’m asking is you continue to love me the way you’ve done for so long.”
“That’s all?”
Ashlynn pulled her lower lip between her teeth and sat forward, bringing her pussy against my semi-erect dick. “Maybe there’s something else you can also do,” she said, grinding her hips.
I quirked a brow. “What’s that?”
She leaned in, brushing her lips against my ear. “Don’t ever stop fucking me.”
After grabbing the remote to the fire pit off the table, I turned it off, kicked off my pants, then stood with her in my arms.
Ashlynn yelped. “Raphael, put me down.”
“Nah, sweetheart,” I said, carrying her over to the igloo. I knew what she was thinking. She’d gotten thicker over the last five years, and although I was considered a scrawny muthafucka, leg and arm days was when I put in the most work. “You good right where you are.”
With one arm holding her against me, I opened the door, and stepped inside.
“This is so cute,” Ashlynn said, looking around.
“When we buy our house, I’ll be sure to add one to the backyard.”
Before she could respond, I tossed her on the bed, smiling at the soft gasp she released. After closing and locking the door, I removed the rest of my clothes, and stalked over to the bed, licking my lips at the sight of Ashlynn circling her clit with an index finger. Her pretty pussy glistened under the fairy lights. “But for now, Imma fuck you until the sun comes up, and if you’re really good, I’ll eat your pussy and ass until you soak up these sheets.”