Page 7 of The Claiming Series: Collection 1
His mouth hits mine, and I moan in pleasure. He uses the opening to thrust his tongue inside my mouth, sliding it against mine. The kiss is rough and desperate, fueled by years of want and lust. Everything about this is forbidden, naughty—and so very right.
I kiss him back ferociously, wriggling closer so I'm practically in his lap, grinding myself against him. One powerful thigh sits between my legs, and I give in to the temptation to rub myself against him. It’s incredible and electrifying, and my clit throbs as heat builds deep in my core.
"You trying to make me cum in my pants, Kitten? I'd rather cum all over your face and tits, mark you with my seed," he rasps, his hands tightening almost painfully on my hips.
He flips me onto my back with one deftmovement, so I'm sprawled in the middle of the bed, completely at his mercy.
"Please!" I beg, unconsciously arching my body.
"Don't worry, Ivy. I'm going to take care of you. Lie still and let me look at you."
He slides his hands along my thighs and yanks my panties down my legs. Slowly, he spreads my thighs open, adjusting his position so he's right between them. He runs his index finger along the seam of my pussy, making me moan.
"God, you're so fucking wet for me," he growls. "You smell like fresh apples and sin. I need to clean you up, baby, lick you clean."
Dear God, this is too much! My body is burning up in a ball of fire.
"You want that, don't you, Ivy? For me to take care of this wet little cunt?" he asks, drawing tantalizing circles around my swollen lips.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to process my body's needs. Something powerful is building inside me. I've masturbated numerous times with his image in my head, but it's never felt like this before—and he's barely touched me.
Ashton shifts his weight, sliding his body up mine. His chest presses against my hard nipples, the delicious abrasion of his shirt reminding me he's still fully dressed.
"Open your eyes," he demands, rocking his hips against mine.
My eyes fly open on a moan, and I bite my lip hard at the sensations crowding my core.
"Ask me, Ivy."
"Ask—ask you what?"
"Ask me to lick your pussy clean."
Oh, sweet heavenly lord, he's undoing me with his words. "Ashton, p-please lick me clean."
He frowns. "Try again, Kitten. You know I don't like it when you call me Ashton."
I do as he asks, beyond caring now. I need him to quench the ache in my body. "Ash, please lick my pussy clean."
He smiles in satisfaction before he pulls away from me. My hands reach for him automatically, trying to yank him back, but he moves out of my reach. He kneels between my thighs and pulls his shirt from his jeans, unbuckling his belt and sliding it free.
"Unbutton me," he orders.
I move closer, doing as he asks and popping the buttons open one by one. He's not wearing underwear and his thick cock springs from its confines.
"Wrap your hand around it, Kitten. Feel what you do to me. What you've done to me since you were sixteen years old."
My eyes fly to his, stunned at his confession. "Since I was sixteen? But?—"
"Yeah, I know I'm a sick fucker. I'm eighteen years older than you. You're the daughter of my best friend. When I promised your father I'd look after you, I'm pretty fucking sure he didn't mean this. But it doesn't matter because I can't fight it anymore. I want you more than I want my next breath."
I sense the shift of power—he’s made himself vulnerable to me. I don't know what to say, but it's okay. Actions speak louder than words. Isn't that what they say?
I move so I'm kneeling in front of him. I lean in, and my mouth settles over his as my hands wrap around his cock. He hisses and jerks as I slide my thumb over the fluid at its tip, rubbing it in circles around the head. I break the kiss, bringing my thumb to mymouth to taste him. I make a humming noise as I suck it clean. "You taste amazing."
Ash growls and pushes me back down on the bed so I'm flat on my back again. He takes his cock in his hand and rubs it against my pussy, coating himself in my juices.
"You like the way I taste? Do you want more? You want my cum smeared across your lips, filling up this tight cunt?" he rasps, guiding his cock against my sex so it bumps my clit.
