I don’t respond. Instead, I pull all the way out and slam back in as I grip her hair, yanking her up to me as I pound inside her. My pace is brutal. There’s no kindness in this. “Is that what you want?” I ask her, pulling her head back until she’s looking into my eyes. “You want me to use this fucking sopping wet, tight cunt?” My hips pound in and out with each word. “You want to be a slut Ariah, is that it? You want me fuck all your holes until you’re leaking all over my bed like a dirty bitch?”
She clenches around me tighter, matching my thrusts, fighting for dominance, and I allow it this time. I feel myself getting closer.
I slip out and flip her over, “Get your ass up. On those knees like the dick-drunk slut you are.”
Ariah positions herself, then turns, locking her eyes with mine. “Quit your fucking talking and put your dick to good use.”
We grin at each other simultaneously, and then she bends forward, angling her juicy ass in my face. What she does next makes me almost forget myself and come. She reaches around and holds open her ass, giving me a perfect view of both of her beautiful holes. I grab her hips and thrust back inside, watching as my dick slides in and out of her— the condom’s covered in her juices, and I ache to know what my cock would look like being the one covered instead. And for the first time in my life, I want to yank off my condom and sink so deep in someone I don’t know where she ends, and I begin.
Ariah’s hips roll as she grinds up and squeezes the shit out of my dick. It feels so fucking good I forget to move and curse. Once I remember myself, I grip both her hips and guide her back into me, meeting me stroke for stroke. The tempo picks up every time I feel her walls try to lock me in. Her body starts to shake, and I know she’s close. I drop my right hand and move my left hand to clasp her throat. Bending over her body, I then fist her hair. The leverage is just what I need. Her head tips back with a tug, her ear near my lips when I growl, “Be my good slut and come all over my dick,” just as I slam deep.
Ariah screams her release as her walls spasm around me, and I come, shooting my hot cum into the condom. She falls to the mattress, and I pull out of her and roll off the bed to get something to clean her up. Again, something I’ve never wanted to do before.
I don’t try to examine the feelings coursing through me as I warm the water and wet the rag. Instead, I punch in instructions for someone to bring Ariah new clothes for our return to the party.
When I return to my room, she’s in a blissful puddle in the middle of my bed. I climb back on the mattress and begin to wipe between her legs. Her puffy pussy lips greet me, asking me to kiss them, but I refrain, not wanting to ruin the calm our fuck session has brought on. For now, I enjoy that she’s in my bed and not fighting me. My determination to get her to forgive me is even greater.
49
ARIAH
“So let me get this straight. You let Wes, as in Wesley Benjamin Edgewood, rearrange your womb in the epic hate fuck of all hate fucks?” Shay questions as we get ready for the New Year’s Eve party at Wyatt’s house.
I massage my temples. This is the sixth day in a row she’s asked this. “Why are we doing this again? This has been asked and answered a million and ten-point-five times,” I exclaim.
She steps into the white sequin bodycon dress and the way the crisp white looks against her skin–my girl looks fantastic.
“Listen, I’m just trying to reconcile the Ariah of a little over a week ago talking about how she’s going to make him work for it, with the one standing in front of me, not ready yet,” she jabs, “who let him fuck you so sore you couldn’t even sit right for two days.” She snickers at the last part.
I throw my shoe at her, and she dances out of the way. I feel my cheeks flushing at the reminder of Wes’s knowing smirk when we sat down for dinner that night, and I had to sit on either ass cheek. My pussy was well and thoroughly fucked. I had to soak two nights in a row after that. I’ve avoided his text messages every day since then. He’s tried to check on me, but I think a big part of me is slightly embarrassed by just how much I loved it when he called me his slut.
“You’re thinking about it again, aren’t you?” She probes, grabbing a red dress and throwing it at me. “Try this. I guarantee you’ll have all your men threatening every man’s balls if they look at you.
“I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do with you,” I snort, sliding the dress down over my hip.
“Keep me and love me forever because, like the guys, you’re stuck with me, and I’ll gut anyone who tries to tell you differently. Hurry up, we’re late as it is,” she sasses.
Grabbing my gold heels, I exit my closet and get ready for the night ahead. The adults are celebrating at the Edgewoods’ which means even wilder antics will be happening.
Thomas has already made it clear that he will not wait outside, and there will be teams of security on the premises. It was the only way he’d agree to me attending. Before, I’d say he was overreacting, but ever since the night I was kidnapped, every overreach feels reassuring.
Once I’m dressed, I step into the boys’ rooms. This will be the first New Year’s Eve we didn’t watch the ball drop together. They’re both knocked out, so I make my way to Jamie’s, and she’s watching a movie. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay home with you tonight? I know he has to be at the Edgewoods’ tonight, but I can—” I try again, and she cuts me off.
“Go have fun. You deserve it. We’ll be here,” she states, rolling her eyes at my fourth attempt at asking.
I arch my brow, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am,” I tease, walking toward the door. Pausing, I turn before I cross the threshold. “I know it’s been a rough few years, but I feel a tide of change coming, Jamie, but once this whole thing is over, we’ll get some semblance of normalcy.”
“Do you promise?” She has so much hope in her emerald eyes. It’s been a long time since she’s let me see her this vulnerable.
I stride back across the room and scoop her into a hug, and kiss the top of her head as I mumble into her hair, “I promise to do everything in my power to try and make it possible.” Because I won’t lie like our mom did and tell her beautiful lies that only will end with tragic endings.
My heart warms when she squeezes me back and murmurs, “Thank you,” as she pulls from my embrace.
* * *
The music thumpsin the room, and my body’s covered in a sheen of sweat as I dance for what feels like hours. Shay and I arrived around nine, and now it’s almost eleven, just a little over an hour until midnight.
Needing to cool off, I go to the bathroom with Shay. We laugh at the moping faces of the guys as I leave.
