“Take my ass,” I demand after my first orgasm, still not sated. “Fuck it hard and fast, Chad. I want to feel you every time I sit down today.”
“Jesus, Siren.” He claims my lips in a crushing kiss. “Keep talking like this, and I’ll be marching you up that aisle before long.”
My cheating heart stutters at his words, and I feel so unworthy.
Shoving him off, I get on all fours while he lubes his dick and his fingers. A guttural groan slips from my lips when he pushes two slick fingers into my ass, working the puckered hole until I’m ready for him. Parting my cheeks, he presses the tip of his dick into me, and I shudder in anticipation. Then he grabs my hips and slams his dick home.
I scream at the top of my lungs, hoping Ares heard me. I have no idea if Julia stayed the night or if she’s still here. If she is, I hope she is listening to every moan and scream and cry escaping my lips as Chad ruts into my ass, fucking me like his life depends on it.
He covers my back as he pumps his dick in and out of me, his hand reaching around to squeeze my boob. I push back against him, working in tandem with his thrusts as he grunts and groans and litters the air with a ton of dirty shit. “You complete me,” he moans as I slam back against him. “In every fucking way.” His fingers find my pussy, and he thrusts two inside me as his cock drives in and out of my ass. When he pinches my clit, I almost rocket off the bed as the most intense body-owning climax rips through me.
I’m writhing on the mattress, whimpering and giggling, as he continues fucking me, and I wish I didn’t have to get up soon. I don’t want to ever leave the cocoon of this room. “Don’t come in my ass,” I rasp, brushing knotty strands of hair out of my face. “Come in my mouth.”
He pulls out slowly, heading to the bathroom to freshen up while I attempt to wrangle my hair into a messy bun. When Chad returns, wet all over from a lightning-quick shower, he’s stroking his hard cock and looking at me like he wants to devour me. An excited shiver ghosts over my skin as I scramble off the bed and kneel at the side. I pat the space in front of me, and he sits on the edge of the bed, eagerly getting into position. Leaning down, he kisses me deep. “I love you.”
“I love you.” I cup his face, gliding my lips gently across his mouth, hoping he feels the truth of those words. “Fuck my mouth, babe. Don’t go easy. Fill my mouth full of your cock, and spill your seed down my throat. I want your cum in my belly when I’m sitting down to eat dinner.”
“Fucking hell, Siren. You’re totally cock-obsessed today.”
“I’m cock-obsessed every day that you’re mine.”
His pupils dilate, and I squeeze my thighs together when he licks his lips and pumps his dick in his hand. “Open wide, sweetheart, and prepare to choke on my dick.”
Pushing his powerful thighs apart, I keep my eyes locked on his as I take his leaking cock into my mouth. Chad roughly grabs my hair, pushing me forward onto his erection as he immediately takes control and fucks my mouth with zero hesitation. Tears seep from my eyes, and drool fills my mouth, trailing from my lips as he rams his dick in and out, stuffing me full of his cock. I widen my mouth and swallow over my natural gag reflex, maintaining eye contact as I swipe my tongue up and down his shaft while he drives into me.
“I’m gonna come,” he warns, seconds before he yanks hard on my hair, tilting my head back, and roars out his release into my mouth.
After, he carries me into the bathroom, and we shower together, taking our time washing one another in between hot kisses.
Tears spring to my eyes when he kneels in front of me, gently washing between my legs, before he places a featherlight kiss against my pussy.
Standing, he hugs me against him, with my back to his chest, as he turns off the water and wraps us in a large fluffy towel. “Best way to wake up,” he murmurs, kissing that sensitive spot beneath my ear. “And the best fucking hangover cure ever.”
ChapterTwenty-Five
Ashley
“This smells delicious, Hera,” I say, trying not to squirm on the chair as my pussy and ass protest the hard surface.
Ares smirks as if he can tell I’ve been thoroughly fucked and everything south of my navel aches.
I kick him under the table. ’Cause I’m petty like that.
The asshole tried to cajole me into riding here on his motorcycle. As if I’d go anywhere near him while he reeks of that slut. A part of me regrets showering the smell of Chad and sex from my skin. It would’ve been nice to taunt him with the evidence of our late-night and early-morning activities. However, I doubt Hera and my dad would’ve appreciated me showing up looking thoroughly fucked.
“How is school?” Hera asks as we all tuck into our roast lamb dinner.
“Good. I’m enjoying my classes, and I’ve met some nice people. My new best friend has a bunch of the same classes with me, so that’s cool. We’ve been studying together.”
“Who’s your friend?” Dad asks, smiling, but it looks brittle. I take a proper look at him, frowning when I see the bruising shadows under his red-rimmed eyes and the thick growth on his chin and cheeks. His hair is messy, sticking up all over the place, like he’s been running his fingers through it continuously. His gray shirt is crumpled and sporting a large coffee stain on the front pocket. He looks like shit, and I’m instantly worried. Dad is always well put together.
Prickles of anxiety sweep over me as Lo’s trainer friend’s words come back to haunt me. The sooner this dinner is over, the sooner I can quiz my father over what the hell is going on.
“Ashley.”
Dad narrows his gaze in concern as he stares at me, and I realize he asked me a question.
“Sorry, I just zoned out for a minute.” I set my cutlery down and reach for my glass of water as I try to recall the question. Dad shovels a forkful of lamb and potatoes into his mouth as he watches me. “Um, Bree Stewart. She’s Jase’s sister, and she’s moved in next door.”
