Page 35 of Fateful Exposure

Fucking wow.He was bigger than I remembered. I gasped at the sharp twinge of pain that shot through me at the intrusion, my eyes wide open and my chest heaving as he pushed into me slowly, inch by inch, until he was completely buried inside me.

"Oh, God," I moaned. Ashton's mouth was everywhere—my mouth, my neck, my ears—dishing out pleasure with his ravenous tongue. He pushed out of me entirely, then thrust into me viciously, almost angrily, bracketing my face with his forearms.

"Spread those legs for me, peaches," he grunted into my ear, and my legs fell open, my heels digging into his backside.

Oh, it was even better than the first time. His hips did this amazing thing where he circled his cock inside me, and I mewled, wanting more. Lifting my hips to take more of him, I swept my hands down his back and dug my fingernails into the muscular globes of his taut ass, pressing him even further against me.

"Your pussy is gripping my cock so good. Such a good, dirty girl." His words were doing wicked things to me. I wailed, squeezing my eyes shut.

Lowering his face into the crook of my neck, Ashton cursed into my skin as he sucked. It was going to leave a mark in the morning—he had been doing that all night, and I was pretty sure my entire neck was covered in hickeys—but I was too far gone to care about anything that wouldn't end in me shaking like a leaf under him.

Moving faster, Ashton's thrusts took my breath away. He hooked a hand behind my knee, throwing it over his shoulder. In this position, I was impossibly bare to him, and there was nowhere to hide even if I wanted to. I grabbed at his ass again, feeling the tense muscle bunch beneath my fingers.

When his cock bumped that spot, I let out a loud ass, needy moan, writhing against him, desperate for completion. He snaked a hand down to find my clit, roughly brushing his thumb against the little nub.

"Come for me, peaches," he drawled.

Pressure built in my abdomen as my eyes opened. My walls clenched around him, sweat dripping down the side of my face.

"I'm so close—" Never in my life had anything felt so good. Stars exploded behind my eyes. I felt like I was levitating as shockwaves rippled through my body, causing my toes to curl.

His orgasm hit him a second later. His pleasure-filled groans spewed into my ears as his hips bucked and his seed spilled inside me.

My chest heaved with frantic breaths. Ashton collapsed halfway on top of me, careful not to crush me with his weight. The musky scent of sex permeated the air as we both came down to earth.

God help me,I thought wryly. If I didn't know a few hours ago that Ashton completely owned my body, then I sure knew it now.

And damn if it wasn't the scariest thought I'd ever had.

fifteen

Ashton

In the aftermath of our lovemaking—Uh, I mean sex—we lay in a mess of intertwined limbs and sweaty bodies on Selma's bed, with her head on my shoulder and her fingers playing with the curls of hair on my chest. I had one hand under my head and the other draped around her middle, pulling her into me because, for some reason, I couldn't seem to get enough of her.

This was new territory for me. I'd never been the type of man to cuddle after a fuck. Hell, I had never thought of it before. Attachments were messy, and it was best to stay completely clear of them.

However, I couldn't find it in me to move right now. I wanted to stay here, with my arms around Selma, and fucking hell, maybeeven sleep. That night in my hotel room, when she got dressed after the sex, I laid on the bed and watched her, positively gutted, even though I hadn't shown it. Usually, I was the one dressing up and walking away.

It had opened up something foreign inside me, which may be why I'd searched for her for a week afterward. I'd finally found a woman who couldn't be bothered to ask for seconds, and it was mesmerizing.

My fingers traced circles on her arm. I wondered what she was thinking about as she played with my hair. Earlier this evening, we'd been at each other's throats, and some minutes ago, we'd been inside each other's throats. Was she conflicted? Regretting her actions? I certainly hoped not because I would die if I didn't have her again.

The silence drew on, deafening me. The memory of how forlorn she'd looked this evening when I'd found her outside on the balcony. When I asked if she wanted to talk about it, she'd started to, before I shoved my tongue down her throat.

Now that my appetite for her had been temporarily sated, I wanted to know.

"You were going to tell me what was wrong earlier."

"Huh?" She adjusted her head to look up at me.

"On the balcony."

"Oh," she murmured, resting her head on my shoulder. "I'd just told my mom I was pregnant."

"How did she take it?"

"Not good." Her voice was low and shaky. "She didn't say it directly, but she was extremely disappointed."

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