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“I’ve been saving it,” I admit, being honest and turning things serious again.
“For him?” The playful look drops off Ash’s face.
“No. Not for him. But it’s looking like he’s gonna be the one who takes it,” I admit, trying not to cry.
“What the hell does that man have on you?” His fingers tense around my jaw, and I see the veins in his arm poke out in our reflection. “You know, all ya have to do is tell me. I’ll fix it.” He narrows his eyes.
“You can’t fix it, Ash, but you can fix something.” I turn around so I’m looking up at him.
“I wantyouto take it,” I explain, feeling my heart beat faster and my stomach knot tighter.
“Me?” He looks shocked, despite it being so obvious.
“No questions, just…sex.” I blow out a breath, because suddenly I’m nervous as hell.
“I…I don’t know. Ruby, it’s not a good idea. I ain’t ever been anyone's first before and, you–”
“Please.” I stop him before he lists all the reasons why this is wrong. “I feel a certain kinda way when I’m with you. I’ve never had that before, and I’m pretty sure I won’t have it again. Please, Ash, I want it to be you.” I’m praying to God he doesn't turn me away.
“Turn around,” he growls, those eyes still narrow and unreadable, and I do as he says, spinning my body so I’m facing the mirror again.
“What are you doing?” I ask as his knuckles stroke over my cheek.
“You really want it to be me?” he checks, and when I look up at him through the mirror, I nod my head.
“Just once?”
“Just once,” I confirm, and when he grips the bottom of my tee and slowly raises it up over my head, I feel a combination of fear and excitement as I lift my arms to aid him. Once it’s off, he scrunches the fabric in his fist and tosses it aside. Sliding his fingers down the inside of my stretched-up arms, he kisses my cheek and stares at my bare chest in the reflection. I rest my head back against his shoulder when he takes one of my tits in his palm, cradling it gently and circling my nipple with his finger.
“Open your eyes, pretty girl,” he whispers. “I want you to watch this.” His teeth graze over my earlobe, and it makes mybreath hitch. “I want you to remember every fuckin’ detail.” His hand lowers slowly down my stomach, and his fingers slip under the waistband of my PJ shorts.
“I want you to remember that you're always gonna be mine. No matter whose ring you wear on your finger or who holds your hand on the street.” His middle finger strokes between my pussy lips, and my legs go weak.
“Watch, Ruby. Watch me make you mine.” His free hand lifts under my chin, and he presses two of his fingers into my mouth.
FIFTEEN
Ash
Idon’t know what the fuck has come over this girl, or why the hell she wants to give me something so fuckin’ precious, but I can’t resist taking it. Even with it being wrong, and with all the questions I want answered. It’s too much of a temptation.
Her pussy is already soaking wet; so slick that my finger slips through her folds with ease, and when she instinctively sucks on the ones I have inside her mouth, my cock goes rigid against her spine.
She makes the sweetest little noise as I play with her pussy, kissing her neck while fucking her mouth with my fingers and forgetting all the reasons why I shouldn’t be doing this.
I’ve never been anyone's first before, and this girl deserves way better than me. She deserves better than Brett fuckin’ Porter, too, and the thought of him being in this position instead of me makes me all the more determined to see it through.
I’ve never felt for anyone the way I feel for her, and for it to happen in such a short space of time assures me that this won’t end well. I already know this will result in me getting hurt, butthere's no way I can stop it, because I won’t let anyone else have her.
I tease her entrance with the tip of my finger, already sensing how tight it is, when her whole body stiffens.
“Relax, I’m not gonna hurt you,” I promise… or at least I try to. I don’t want her to feel pain, I want this to be a lasting memory, and a good one because something tells me this girl is heading toward a whole lotta bad. I just wish she’d stop being stubborn and let me save her.
Steadily, I push my finger into her virgin hole, making her moan as my cock presses harder against her back.
“Fuck, you're tight,” I growl against the skin on her neck, trying to find some restraint. My cock is crying out to be inside her, but these things need time and patience. I need this to be good for her.
I have no idea why Ruby Saunders is determined to condemn herself to a life of misery, but she gets to leave all that behind her tonight, and I’m gonna make her forget.
