She stands, turns toward me, and straddles my lap earning a hoot from Marcy. “Go, cousin.”
“Scared?” Ash taunts and I smirk.
“Scared of what, kitten?”
“How much do you want me? Enough to take me right here?” Her sudden bravado is a fucking turn-on. But she isn’t just any woman. She’s mine, and no man will ever watch me make her come.
My fingers wrap around her throat, and she lets out a breathy moan.
“Watching you come, is reserved for me,” I whisper in her ear, nipping at the small lobe. “Now, let’s go finish what you started.”
I lift my hips lightly, pushing my thick hard-on against her pussy.
Rising, she looks heady, drunk even and I like that it’s me who makes her feel like that.
“We’ll be right…” I don’t have to finish my sentence because Dylan and Marcella are lost in each other.
Taking Ash by the hand, I led her to the bathroom. This is going to be quick.
When we enter the bathroom, she bends over the basin, looking back at me over her shoulder. “I want to watch you fuck me,” she says wiggling that pert ass. My hands are on my belt in seconds, my cock painfully hard. Bunching her skirt at her waist and ripping her underwear, I smirk at my gorgeous, needy girl reflected in the mirror.
“This pussy is addictive.” In one brutal drive, I’m inside her and she cries out in pleasure.
“Shh, kitten. Not a sound or I’ll fuck your ass as punishment.”
Fear flashes in her eyes, and for a second I wonder what she’d do if I fucked her puckered hole right now. Her palms rest on the basin, mine digging into the flesh of her hips.
I fuck her hard, our skin smacking together, her body rocking, my movements frantic.
Ash feels like heaven on my cock, her back arching with each thrust.
“Tell me who you belong to,” My voice is hoarse, harsh even.
“You, I’m yours, Ryder.”
“Then come on my cock,” I growl, and she breaks apart, putting her fist in her mouth to mute her cries like a good girl. “That’s my girl.”
She’s panting.
After a few more pumps, I come, hard, spilling inside her pussy.
“Baby, fuck!” I lean against her back, needing to catch my breath.
Straightening, I spin her around, taking her mouth, pouring everything I feel into the kiss. I move away, looking into her eyes. “I love you.” My hands cup her face. “You know that, right?”
“I know. Ryder, I love you too. More than I ever thought I could love someone.”
“Why do I feel you’re holding back abut?”
“No. I just…I need you to know that when I tell you what I’ve tried not to tell you today. The bathroom isn’t the best place to have this conversation though, maybe later, when we’re alone.”
I nod but feel my insides squeezing. What could she possibly have to say? Is this over? Did I scare her off by asking her to move to London, by taking her to meet my family?
We straighten our clothes and return to the party, but my mood has shifted and darkened.
ChapterNineteen
ASH