“Goddamn… this view is perfect,” I mutter, my lips returning to her skin as I slide two fingers through her pussy, then bring them to my lips, sucking them clean, just to taste her. I force her thighs open wider and hike her ass up to meet me; she’s utterly helpless as I take my place behind her.
My cock presses there, and she whimpers again, rocking into me more. She’s so fucking wet, there’ll be no friction. But the way she clamps down around me will fucking strangle me from this angle. If that fucking smirk she throws me over her shoulder doesn’t destroy me first.
“Hurry, Ash …”
A low growl leaves my chest as I thrust deeply, sheathing myself in her. It’s hard not to get overwhelmed with the sensations rushing through me as I sink deep intomyperfect pussy.She cries out in the hollow space and it’s fucking music to my ears. I don’t take it easy on her. I can’t. Olivia has shown me time and time again what she craves. My depravity fuels her just as much as it fuels me.
I grip her hips, rocking her back on my cock, with unrelenting thrusts, using her to fuck me, hard and deep. She pants and I know she wants more. But I don’t give it to her, not yet. I’m taking every minute we have.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy …” Her breaths are staggered, frantic, as I watch her flex her fists beneath the rope, then release. Every time I fill her, every time I sink my cock deep into her, I fucking hope my seed will take and another baby will come. With Olivia, I want all the babies.
“You need to learn to be patient while I breed this needy little cunt …” I growl as she whimpers some form ofYes, Asher! More, Asher!
Her legs shake and her knuckles turn white, her tits bouncing as I fuck her in punishing thrusts, never catching a full breath because the feeling of her stuns me. I never want to stop or come up for air. The dream is to just live buried deep in Olivia Sutton’s, soon-to-be-Reed’s, perfectly wet pussy. The moment the pad of my thick middle finger finds her needy, swollen clit, Olivia clamps down on me further and I feel her come all over my dick until she’s crying my name and dripping down my shaft.
“Mmmm … such a good perfect little whore you are, baby.” My voice is harsh as I stiffen further inside her. I untether her wrists and she falls back against me, boneless, as I slide my hand to her throat, holding there to pull air from her lungs as my orgasm threatens to chase hers.
There’s no apology for the darkness between us because it has been grown from love. My lips meet hers, and as I sweep her sensitive clit, getting her there with me again, I drop kisses next to her neck before my teeth follow, biting a line down hershoulder as I picture her growing with my child again. Her arm reaches up around me and she grips tight to my hair at the roots, about to come already. That little bit of pain at my skull does me in and she fucking knows it.
“FUCK.Olivia …” I growl possessively as I come with her, so hard that a sort of buzzing fills my head when she cries out my name once more. My cock jerks long enough that she becomes relaxed and pliable in my arms before the waves end for me.
I kiss her then, as she laughs.
“I think you’re lucky I brought your party clothes with me. Now, you’re really gonna have to change before everyone gets here.” We were both dressed casually as we helped Jo set up the living room at the big house for Calli’s party. But I know Olivia brought us clothes that “match” the party.
I pull out of her fully and look down. I had barely even got my fucking pants unbuckled before I claimed her like a god-damn animal, and because of that, Christ almighty, I’m fucking covered in cum.
“There are worse problems.” I chuckle, kissing her and knowing I’m the luckiest son of a bitch alive.
Olivia
“Stay still, bear. Give Daddy a fighting chance here. Mommy’s a pain in the ass and she wants two piggies today.”
Asher sits with Calli cradled in his lap after my mother and Jo brought her back from the store. Her first birthday party is due to start soon, and my mom has gone back home to pick up my dad.
Asher’s brow is knotted in concentration as he diligently works Calli’s small tuft of hair into a tiny ponytail à la Pebbles Flintstone. But she’s not making it easy on him, raring to goand begging to be freed from his hold to chase the Ashbys’ dog, Harley, in the yard.
“She couldn’t just make it easy on us and ask for one, could she?” he rambles to her, trying a new tactic to keep her distracted. “Tell Daddy what sound a horsie makes, little cub?”
“Neighhh,” Calli says, patting her hands against her thighs.
“Good girl. What sound does a … piggy make?”
Calli makes a funny little snorting sound, scrunching her face up. I laugh at her as I tie balloons to the back of the kitchen chairs with Jo.
“What about a cow. What sound does a cow make?” Jo continues from the sofa as she sips a glass of iced tea. It’s Calli’s favorite game. She’s obsessed with animals.
Calli turns her head just before Asher gets the second pony secure, breaking his well-thought-out plan.
“Mooooo ….” she says, patting his face with her chubby little hand.
Asher looks annoyed for all of a millisecond before he melts and smiles at her, peppering kisses on her face and blowing a raspberry into her cheek.
“Smart little bear. Now … what sound does a bear make?” he growls, tickling her belly.
She laughs hysterically. “Da da da …”
“That’s it, good girl.”
