45. Aspen #2
His fingers are suddenly around my throat, and he pushes me back on the bed.
His strong body covers mine, pinning me down.
His other hand pushes under the waistband of my sweatpants and then into my panties.
I gasp at his touch, but I don’t make any effort to push him away.
His fingers slide inside me, curling to press against the sweet spot on my inside wall. My body pulses with need.
Unlike his father, Levi isn’t making me beg for this. He wants me, too. He’s made that perfectly clear, and right now, I want to be wanted.
“Wet,” he growls. He ducks his head and runs his nose up the side of my neck. “Just how I imagined every time I masturbated to thoughts of you.”
I catch my breath. “You’ve been masturbating over me?”
He hovers his face above mine, so we’re almost nose to nose. One of his hands is still loosely around my throat, the other inside my panties, working me slowly. I squirm with pleasure.
“Every fucking day since you arrived. Do you know how hard it’s been to watch you fawn all over my dad when all I’ve been able to think about is how much I need to be inside you?”
“You acted like you hated me,” I squeak.
He’s giving me enough air to be able to talk, while still controlling me.
“I can hate you and still want to fuck you.”
I don’t believe he hates me, though, not anymore. He might say that, but his actions speak differently. His thumb finds my clit, and I whimper, twisting my face away, but his fingers tighten around my throat, forcing me to look at him.
“Whose cock do you want the most, Little Fox? Mine or my dad’s?”
“Both,” I admit.
“Both? At the same time? That’s pretty fucking perverted of you. You act like this good girl, but deep down you’re not, are you? You’re a dirty little slut who wants to take Daddy’s cock in her tight pussy.”
His degradation makes me even wetter. Dear God, what is it about this man? I know I shouldn’t want him, but every cell in my body yearns for more.
He pushes another finger roughly inside me, and my back arches from the bed.
He still has his hand around my throat. I haven’t pushed him away, and I’m not sure if I should.
I grab his wrist—the one around my throat—but I’m just clinging onto him.
He stares down into my face, as if imprinting my reaction on his memory.
Just as I’m close to climax, he slips his fingers from my body. He brings them to his mouth, but instead of licking them clean, he changes his mind and swipes my moisture over my lips instead. The scent of my arousal fills my senses, and he leans in and laps at my lips, and kisses me.
“You’re not trying to get away, Little Fox,” he says, breaking the kiss. “I like it better when you fight me.”
I shove at his shoulder, letting out a cry. Is that what he wants? He wants me to fight him, to make me struggle? After what I went through with Tobias, this shouldn’t turn me on, but somehow it does. It’s as though he’s giving me a chance to rewrite that experience in my mind and body.
He grabs both my wrists and pins my arms above my head. I turn my head and sink my teeth into his arm.
He hisses. “Fuck, yes. Feel how hard you’ve made me.”
He’s between my thighs now, and he grinds his erection against my pussy. He’s rock hard and hits exactly the right spot. I need him inside me, to soothe the needy ache that’s caught me in its grip, but I know he doesn’t want me to make this easy.
The fun part is that I don’t want to make it easy either. I’m enjoying this side of Levi. It’s something I always knew existed, and I’d been tempted to find out more, but he’d always acted like such an asshole. Now I’m wondering how much of it is exactly that—just an act.
I squirm out from under him, and he lets me go.
I roll from the bed, landing on the floor, then I’m on my hands and knees, crawling away.
Levi comes after me. He grabs me by the waistband of my sweatpants. They’re loose, and he pulls them down my legs, taking my panties with it. He grabs my bare calves and yanks me back toward him, then delivers a hard smack to my ass and another to the back of my thighs.
“Levi, fuck!”
It stings, but God, it’s gone straight to my core.
“You’ve been waiting for this. Longing for it. Acting like my dad’s little princess when what you really need is a hard fuck from me.”
I hate how his words turn me on, but they do. My pussy gets even wetter, and I’d swear he can sense it.
I hear the click of the belt buckle on his jeans and glance over my shoulder to discover he’s freed himself. His jeans are open and his cock stands proudly. Thick and erect, the head so dark it’s almost purple, the veins running in ridges down the length. My breath catches. God, he’s beautiful.
He’s going to fuck me, and I’m going to let him.
He grabs me by the legs again and yanks me back, dragging me across the rug.
The rough fibers leave friction burns on my bare thighs, and my top rucks up to expose my stomach.
I let out a yelp and kick back at him. He delivers another smack to the backs of my thighs.
I love this push-pull. We both know what’s going to happen, and even though we’re both playing roles, it feels very real.
The intensity in his gaze makes me believe he might not stop, even if I begged him to.
He yanks me closer, until my legs are either side of his knees. I’m completely exposed to him like this, spread open and desperate. He already knows how wet I am. I lift my hips a little, and he angles himself, and the head of his cock presses to my sopping pussy.
“No, Levi, stop. Your dad wouldn’t like this.” I glance over my shoulder at him to see his reaction. I’m deliberately baiting him.
His expression darkens further, just as I knew it would.
“Fuck my dad,” he snaps. “Oh, wait, you already did that.”
But I shake my head. “I haven’t, Levi. Despite what you saw the other day, that’s as far as it went. We haven’t had sex. Not yet.”
“So I get to be the first one inside you?”
Not the first one ever—I’m no blushing virgin—but I don’t correct him on that.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“I’m going to fuck every one of your holes before the end of the winter,” Levi growls. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, your pussy and your ass. I’m going to fill you with my cum until it’s dripping out of you and you can’t remember your own name.”
He rams into me, barely giving my pussy time to accommodate his size, and oh, God, it feels good.
We groan in unison and he holds still, both of us just experiencing the sensation of him being inside me for the first time.
Then he tightens his grip on my thighs, sliding out a little, before ramming himself back in and fucking me hard.
He’s being rough with me, making me feel as though I have no choice in this but to let him take my body.
He leans over me, pinning my shoulders down with one muscular arm, while he reaches beneath me with his other hand to find my clit.
I grind down against his hand, even as he slams into me from behind.
The room is filled with the sound of skin on skin, heavy breathing, and the wetness of my arousal.
“You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you, Aspen? Letting me fuck you like this, when you’ve been creaming over my dad.”
My pleasure builds, a steady ramping up of tension.
I’m so alert of every sensation in my body, the feel of the coarse rug against my bare stomach and thighs.
The weight of him above me, the strength of his thighs as they keep mine apart.
And most of all I’m aware of how good it feels to have his hardness inside me, how wet I am, how swollen and ripe.
This is what I wanted, to be fucked like I’m nothing more than an animal. To be chased and taken and reduced to my basest level. It’s all feeling and no thought.
“Oh, God, please, please…” I whimper and moan and beg, barely aware of the words and sounds escaping me as I’m lost in pleasure.
He puts his hand around the back of my neck and presses my face to the rug and fucks me even harder.
I shatter, my body bucking and arching. My pussy clamps down hard around him, and he gives one final thrust and rams himself deep.
“Oh, fuck,” he curses from over my shoulder, spilling inside me.
My pussy milks him, my orgasm continuing, shuddering and shaking through me. It’s wringing both of us dry.
Finally, we slump, our hearts still beating fast, our breathing ragged. Levi remains inside me, and he lowers himself over my back and presses a kiss to my shoulder. I can’t even move. I’m face down on the rug, trying to come back to my senses, with him growing soft inside me.
He lifts back off me, his cock slipping out of my body, and sits back on his haunches.
“Get up, Aspen.”
“Wh-what?”
“Now you have to lick me clean.”
“You can’t be ser—”
He grabs me by the hair, yanking it into a ponytail and twisting me around. He uses his grip on me to control me, pushing my head down into his lap.
“I said lick it clean.” He pulls my hair by the roots, sending a shiver of pleasurable pain down my spine.
He’s not fully soft—more at half-mast—and he’s still big, though not as big as his dad.
I part my lips and poke out my tongue and lick his length from tip to base.
A combination of his salty cum and my creamy musk coats my palate.
This shouldn’t be hot, and I should tell him no, but I don’t.
I never knew I had a degradation kink, but it seems I do.
But then I remember Blake telling me how pretty my pussy was, and wonder if I like the praise, too.
I lick him over and over, until he’s clean.
“Good girl.”
He pats me on the head like I’m a dog then pushes me away to do up his jeans. Then he gets to his feet and leaves the room, and I’m left scrambling for my clothes and wondering what the hell just happened.