She tries again. Better, but still holding back.
“What are you afraid of?” I ask.
“Hurting myself, I guess.”
“You won't. Trust me.” I move in front of her and hold my hands up. “Hit me. Right here.”
“What? No, Ashland?—”
“Hit me.”
“I'm not going to?—”
“Pretend I'm Marcus.” My voice goes hard. “Pretend I'm the bastard who grabbed you and tried to kill you. Now hit me.”
Her eyes flash. She winds up and throws a punch that connects with my palm, hard enough to sting.
“That's my girl.” I grin. “Do it again.”
We work for an hour. By the end of it, she's sweating and breathless and glowing. I'm hard as a rock, watching her fucking move. Watching her fight. Watching her become stronger, right in front of me.
“That's enough for the time being.” I kiss her hard and deep, and she melts into me. “Shower,” I growl against her mouth. “Now.”
But we don't even make it to the shower.
By the time we get to the room, my mouth is on hers, my hands are everywhere, mapping every curve, every soft inch of her.
“Ashland,” she whispers as I drop to my knees and hookher leg over my shoulder, dragging down her knickers and leggings in one quick tug.
Iloveeating her fucking cunt.
“Let me taste you, love. Let me make you come.”
I feast on her like a man starved, my tongue working her clit, my fingers curled inside her. She's so fucking sweet, so wet for me.
Her hands grip my head as she rides my face. “Oh god, Ashland, I love that. Don't stop. Don't fucking stop.”
She comes with a cry, her thighs trembling, her pussy clenching around my fingers. I don't stop until I've wrung out every last aftershock and she's whimpering.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I whisper in her ear, hard as fuck.
I pin her against the bed, then line myself up. “You want this?”
“Yes,” she begs. “Please. Love me. Take me. I want you.”
I sink into her in one hard thrust, and she gasps at the intrusion. She's so wet, so hot, so tight. I groan into her neck. She's so perfect, her body made for mine.
I fuck her hard and deep, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“You're mine,” I growl in her ear. “Fucking say it.”
“Yours.” She gasps. “Yours, Ashland.”
“That's right.” I mark her with a sharp slap of my hand against her arse. “That's my girl.”
I bite her neck, marking her, claiming her. “Come for me again. Come on my fucking cock.”
She does, and her body seizes, her cries echoing in the room. I follow her over, emptying myself into her with a roar.
