Page 35 of Make You Mine

Without question, I close the door to her sewing room. Locking us in, I walk the few feet to her bathroom door. The sound of the vibrator sliding through her wetness has my cock pulsing against my scrub pants.

I slowly open the ensuite bathroom door, unable to resist seeing the fantasy in person.

And there she is…the sweetest fucking temptation. The smirk on her pretty face tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing.

She’s a vision of the wild, sexy girl I once knew. Naked except for a thin lace bra that doesn’t leave much to the imagination, she fucks herself with a green toy. I groan at seeing her like this. It’s been so damn long.

“You trying to torture me, Doll?” I lick my lips and bite my tongue, trying to resist the urge to pull her from that tub and give her what I know she really wants.

“Trent…” Ashley pulls the toy all the way out as she whimpers, and the sight of it covered in her juices has me gripping myself through my pants. “Meet The Joker.” Her eyes roll back as she pushes it all the way in again.

I smirk at the memory. A shirtless joker eating out the gorgeous little bunny, face paint and all, her fingers digging into my green-sprayed hair.

“Well, I’ve never been so jealous of something that takes batteries in my life.” Chuckling, I take another step into her ensuite.

“Fuck, I can almost remember what that pussy feels like squeezing my cock.” I give myself another squeeze, and she moans, letting her head fall back against the pillow she has behind her in the bathtub.

Ash starts moving the toy in and out faster. “Pretend it's me, baby. Give it a little twist.”

I drop to my knees beside her, needing to be as close as possible. “That’s it. You are taking me so well.”

She does as I say, and I lean into her ear. “You are so fucking sexy. My dick is rock hard at just the thought of being inside of this beautiful body. Fuck yourself, just like that.” Her speed picks up. In and out. In and out. Until her phone rings, breaking the spell, and I feel her tense.

I reach between her legs, moving my hand over hers that’s holding the toy, and I slowly push it into her. “Ignore it, Ash.”

Her eyes focus on me, voice raspy and even more turned on. “Fuck me, Trent.”

“Baby, you can pretend this is me for now. But you’ll know when it's my cock sliding in and out of this pussy.”

She reaches her free hand up, rubbing her thumb over my bottom lip. “I’ve missed this filthy mouth.” Opening my mouth, I pull her thumb in, sucking it and letting it pop out.

“And I’ve missed every fucking thing about you,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her thumb before she lowers her hand to grip onto the tub.

“I’m so close, Trent.” No sooner than she moans the words, her damn phone rings again. Of course, taking her out of the moment once more.

“I’ll silence it. Don’t stop,” I say, standing, and sure enough, the name Junior flashes across her screen.

When I turn back, I see the furrow of her brow as she shuts the toy off. “Maybe I should answer it. What if he sends someone up here to check on me that isn’t Luca?”

Hating that she has a point, I nod and swipe the call for her.

“Ashley, why the hell haven’t you been answering your phone?” he barks. I have to swallow my flicker of rage at how he speaks to her.

“I jumped in the bathtub after I returned from my mother’s,” she says simply, smirking at me.

“Yeah, about that… Not sure how Micah convinced me into that one, but you’re welcome.”

I hit the mute button. “Fuck this guy. Lie back and relax.”

A nervous look flashes across her flash, but it's quickly replaced by mischief.There’s my girl.

Without turning the toy on, I run it through her slick folds, bringing it up to her clit and rubbing in circles just the way she loves.

“It was a nice visit. Did you make it to Italy?” she asks, her voice heavy with lust he’s probably never heard from her.

“No, Ashley, how could I already be in Italy? We stopped in Florida to pick up Don Cardi.”

Her eyes roll back, and she grabs my wrist like she’s begging for more. A little whimper leaves her lips.

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