Chapter Twenty-Five #2
She gave her golden honey eyes, and I dove in. “Last night was the best night of my life,” I admitted, my voice thick. “I’ve never had that with another woman. You gave me something special. What we shared can never be replicated.”
“What are you saying?”
My nose touched hers. “We’re going to discover more about each other as time goes on, baby. You’re going to learn and teach me, and I am going to learn and teach you. This is a give and take kind of thing,” I explained. “You needing to touch yourself to release isn’t something to be ashamed of.”
“But you should be the one—”
“Did I not make you feel good?”
Heat bloomed in her cheeks. “Well, I—”
“Answer the question,” I pushed, scanning her face.
“You did.”
“You liked my cock inside you?”
She nodded.
“Did I do anything that you didn’t like?”
“Ash, we don’t—”
“Yes, we do. Couples talk about this, about sex. It’s normal. There is nothing to be ashamed of.” She pressed her lips together, staring up at me. My throat bobbed. “And if you think that you needing to touch yourself somehow upsets me, it doesn’t. That shit is hot as fuck.”
She blinked, her lips parting. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“But you want to make me come?”
“I helped, and that’s good enough for me,” I told her. “I promise, this never has to be about me.”
“But what about your ego?”
I smiled, shaking my head. “My ego knows when to shut the fuck up, and he definitely did last night. I don’t care about me in the bedroom. I care about you and your pleasure.”
“Well, that’s not fair.”
“It is when I get off on watching you come,” I said, my voice thick. My cock twitched. Her eyes widened. I flexed my hips. “And Christ, the face you make…I’ll never be able to forget it. I don’t want to forget it.”
“So that doesn’t bother you?”
“You could tie me to a chair and force me to watch you play with your cunt, and I would come when you did, beautiful.”
She pushed me back, looking at me funny. “Wait, what?”
I pressed a kiss to her nose. “You heard me.”
Then I got out of bed to take a piss. When I saw my reflection in the mirror, I didn’t see me, but the part of me I’d lost in Devil’s Den. He was covered in blood, his eyes swollen shut, his lip busted open. He was malnourished, cold, and barely holding on.
His good eye landed on mine and he slammed his mangled hand against the glass. “You’re a dead man walking, Ash Doss.”
Angel had called my name over three times, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Grayson’s text.
Grayson: Team meeting. Noon.
“Ash?”
“Yeah, baby?” I muttered, looking up. I froze at the sight of her in a navy satin nightie and her rain boots, a floral teacup in her hand, steam rising from it. Fucking hell. “What are you doing?”
She huffed and pushed some of her hair back. “I have to go out into the garden for some oregano for dinner. Marg called. She wants me to come in for a meeting.”
“You don’t have to cook,” I told her, rising from the couch. “I can make dinner tonight.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m the chef here, remember?”
I closed the distance between us. “Do you always grab oregano dressed like this?” I murmured, running my hands down her sides, tracing her curves as her nipples hardened.
“I have to water my garden every morning—well, not this morning obviously.”
The thought of her going out there like this every morning, holding her cup of tea in one hand, the hose in the other, and my cum running down her legs came to my mind, and without a second thought, I backed her up to the wall. I plucked her tea out of her hand and set it on the stairs.
“Ash, what are you—”
“Want my cum leaking out of you when you greet the world,” I muttered, pulling her leg up and hooking it over my hip. I planted a hard kiss on her lips. “Pull your panties to the side.” She panted and did as she was told, watching me undo my jeans. “You wet for me?”
“Yes,” she rasped.
“Let me see you check,” I challenged, pulling out my cock.
We both watched as she spread her lips open, her clit glistening in the early morning light. My eyes lingered on her hole, ready for it to be stretched and fucked again. “Good girl,” I praised. I didn’t give her a chance to reply, slamming my dick into her with a harsh thrust.
“Oh god!” she cried, scrambling to hold on to me.
With a grunt, I hooked her leg over my arm, getting better access. I pulled out and slammed back in, relishing the wet sounds coming from her. “Yeah,” I chuckled darkly, feeling her walls spasm around my length. “That’s fucking it, baby.”
I pulled my hips back and looked at her face, thrusting back in.
Her jaw was slack, her eyes rolled back, her chest heaving, her tits bouncing.
“Give you a good fucking before you start your day, huh?” I taunted, diving for her neck.
I kissed and nipped at her sensitive skin, hearing her gasp my name as I fucked her into the wall.
Our skin slapped together, the floorboards creaking under our weight, the picture frames on either side of her head shaking.
She moaned my name as I licked the side of her neck. “I don’t feel your hand playing with our pussy, baby.”
She whimpered, and I looked down in time to see her fingers rubbing tight, quick circles over the swollen nub. “That’s a good girl,” I praised. “Get us both there.”
“Oh my god!”
I picked up the pace, knowing this afternoon was going to be fucking shit.
I wanted to stay here forever, be buried in her sweet cunt until the end of time.
She was everything. Angel was my home. I braced a hand on the wall, shoving her deeper into it with every harsh thrust, my balls slapping her ass.
“Fuck,” I clipped. “Fuck, Starlight, fuck.”
“I-I, Ash,” she gasped.
“Yeah, your pussy is getting ready to choke my dick,” I huffed, kissing her skin. “You going to let her? Hmm?”
“Y-yes,” she moaned.
“Let her, beautiful. Let her come and make a mess on me,” I growled into her ear, my thrusts erratic.
“Keep talking like that,” she begged. “Please, god. I love the way you talk to me when you fuck me.”
I lifted my head, finding her flushed, eyes closed, and on the edge.
With my forehead against hers, I gave her the filth she craved.
“You’re so damn beautiful like this, stretched, soaked, and taking my cock,” I taunted and the next words rolled off my tongue.
“Such a good fucking girl, letting me fuck you like a whore in the morning.”
That did it.
She clamped down on my dick, milking it as she squirted all over me.
I lifted my shirt, letting her cum get on my abs.
“Fuck,” I barked as her cunt shoved me out.
Her back was arched, her nails clawing at my back, her moan raspy and cracked.
“Fuck,” I said again, flipping her around.
I fisted her hair and planted her cheek against the door, yanking her hips out.
I shoved up the nightie, bunching it around her waist. “Jesus fuck, baby. Do it again,” I commanded, grabbing her hand, putting it on her clit.
Then I slid back inside. “Come like that again.”
Her thighs were shaking, her whimpers filling my ears as I spread her cheeks, watching her body swallow my cock. “Good fucking girl.”
“Whore,” she croaked.
Pleasure, white-hot and damning, gathered at the base of my spine. I yanked her head back, baring my teeth. “Yeah? Is that what you want me to call you? A good fucking little whore who likes taking my big dick in the morning? Hmm?”
“God, Ash. Yes!”
I smacked her ass. “Take it, baby,” I growled, biting her shoulder and grabbing her tit.
“I’m about to…Ash!”
“Make another mess for me to clean up,” I purred, pinching her nipple. “Please, Angel.”
She came then, reaching her peak, and I had no choice but to follow.
I buried myself to the hilt, my face in her neck, my arm banded tightly around her waist, and filled her, groaning her name into her skin.
She pushed back against me as if trying to deepen the connection between us. We were one. Whole. Perfect.
A soft, beautiful hum of satisfaction left her, and I smiled against her skin. “Yeah,” I murmured. “I know.”
“Would it be too much to ask for you to start my days off like that every morning?” she whispered.
“I’ll give you whatever you want. The entire world if you asked for it,” I promised, lifting my head. She twisted her neck, finding my eyes as she hooked her hand around the back of mine.
“You, Ash. I just want you.”