Page 34 of Hale's Pawn
This time the moonlight catches her tits and her pussy glistens as she bounces on my dick. Ainslee plants her hands behind her on my legs as she rides me like a fucking champ. She moans, taking what she needs. I love it. Fuck, I don’t want this to end. I reach out rubbing her clit, urging her on, and her entire body shakes as she cums. But I take this moment as I sit up and push her to her back. Ainslee is on her back as I slip out and thrust back in. Ainslee groans, throwing her head back as I fuck her further down the bed. I hold her still, wrapping my hand around her throat. I don’t squeeze or anything, but when Ainslee opens her eyes. She groans. “Tighter, Oran,” she moans.
I lean in, covering her body with mine. She wraps her legs around me and I fuck her like this is my mission on earth. I tighten my hold on her neck. She grows wetter. Her pussy grips me tighter, like my hand did to her neck. “This is what you like, Ains? You like being fucked dirty? Fucked like you’re owned?”
Ainslee shudders as her fingers glide down my body. I move up a little, knowing where she’s headed. My chest is to her face. Ainslee licks my nipples and I groan as her nails dig into my ass cheeks. She widens her legs giving me even more access to her as she pushes me into her. Fuck, how deep does she want me to go? “Oh, Oran, fuck me like you own me. Talk dirty to me,” Ainslee moans.
I don’t bother asking the typical questions as I go with the flow. I move back down to face her. I move my hand from her throat to her hair. I pull hard, not bothering to tug. Ainslee’s eyes flutter and she moans. My girl likes to be fucked with no respect. She wants me to fucking disrespect her pussy, her ass, and every part of her. I’ll do just that because she asked me so sweetly. “Fuck, bug. You dirty, filthy fucking slut. You’re gushing all over my dick and my bedsheets. You want me to punish you? Call you my fucking whore? Is that what you want?”
I pull out of her and flip her. I lift her up on all fours. I compel her to arch and spread her knees apart even further. I wrap her hair around my wrist, pulling at the same time that I thrust back inside of her. Ainslee moans so deep, it’s downright fucking guttural. “Open your eyes, baby,” I say to her. Ainslee does just that as she looks at me through the mirror. I fuck her, slapping her ass in the process. I watch as it bounces back against my body. Fuck this is sexy. Ainslee doesn’t take her eyes away from me as I watch her too. Something about this moment shifts everything for her and I.
I stop for a moment, wanting to prove something to her. I kiss her scars and she shudders. “Please…” she whispers, her voice already going hoarse. I see the tears in her eyes forming already, but I kiss up and down her body.
I lean in, placing my palm right over hers. I intertwine our fingers as I use my other hand to move her head. I get all up in her space and kiss her hard as I rub my dick up and down her wet slit. I rub myself against her ass and bite her tongue when my dick slips in between her cheeks. I rub in between, letting her know that soon enough this is where I’ll be. I untangle our fingers for a moment as I position myself again at her entrance. Once I’ve slipped in, I return my fingers where they were. I continue to kiss her as I take her again. I can’t stop and God knows I won’t stop until I’m probably cramping or some shit. How the fuck did I resist for two whole damn weeks?
I don’t rush the process at all as I fuck her deep. “You’re so fucking beautiful, my dirty fucking brat.” Calling her that is her undoing and I follow right after, but this isn’t going to be the only time I take her tonight. I want to fuck her as the sun comes up.
I watchAinslee as she sleeps. Her hair is everywhere and there are bruises from her wanting me to take her rougher. I don’t really do rough but if that’s what she wants, I’ll give her that. I got some shut-eye after the sun rose and Ainslee was riding me again. She turns, then she does her daily routine of ending up on top of me. I watch as her fingers find their way into my hair. I rub her back as she snores lightly. My fingers rub aimlessly but then both my hands slide up her body once more and back down. This time they don’t stop as they grip her ass cheeks. I rub and grip like I’m kneading dough. I groan as her fingers play in my hair, making this even worse for me. I slide her body up a bit and position her right over my tip. I slide her down. Ainslee moans, but she grips me so damned tight. “Oran…”Ainslee calls my name out in her sleep.
I know she's now awake because her mouth finds my neck and she sucks. She bites as I start to fuck her in this position. Ainslee nips at my Adam's apple lightly and I grip her ass cheeks, spreading them further so she could feel me deeper. Ainslee plants her knees on both sides of my body and arches for me. “Oh, you’re so good to me, Bug. Let me show you how much I appreciate it when you do things without me asking you to.” I bend my knees for better leverage as I take her roughly, the way that she loves. I groan when I feel her biting on my shoulder. So that’s how that feels. I groan, kind of liking it. She plants kisses as she tries not to lose herself in the moment, but I want her lost. I want her so far gone that she won’t know how to get from A to Z without shouting O.
I speed up a bit, then I confuse her by showing her what she’s missing if she ever wants me to take her body slowly. To not just fuck her but make love to her. I give her a preview and I’m rewarded with her pussy gushing all over me again. She moans in my ear and I know that I won’t ever go without hearing this sound again unless I have to punish her little ass. “Oh, Oh, Oh, Oran…” she calls my name out, not like the brat that I met not too long ago, but as a fucking woman. A siren whose call I don’t mind answering. “Cum inside me, Oran. I want to feel you fill me up. Oh show me why I should be worshipping you. Take me, Oran. Fucking take me.”
I chuckle not because it’s funny but because she doesn’t know what she’s asking me. I flip us unexpectedly. I sit up, reaching out for the headboard. One hand holds on to it while the other flattens on her stomach. “ Hold on to my wrist, Bug. Let me show you why you’ve just sealed your fate. Welcome to Hale’s world, baby,” I say to her as I hold her down, fucking her into submission. Ainslee widens her eyes. She notices that I was holding back and now, I’m not. She wanted this and this is what she’s going to get.
Take it like a fucking champ, baby. Show me that you can do this with me. Don’t give up.Ainslee holds on to my wrist so that she doesn’t move further up the bed. I fuck her and fuck her until I give in, cumming inside of her like she wants me to. I fall apart on top of her body. Ainslee is shaking hard. “You okay?” I ask her leaning in close to kiss her lazily when she turns her face to me. I kiss her until one of us pulls away.
“Alexa, play O by Omarion.” That is her response to me. As the song comes on,I begin to drift off when Omarion says something aboutno disrespect but I want it bad as they do, the only difference is they’re doing it for themselves but I’m doing it just to hear you yell...Oh.
“Smart-ass,” I murmur as I begin to fall asleep.
I feel Ainslee’s kiss on my cheek as she is most likely drifting off too, but then I hear her humming the song. The chorus comes on and she sings the chorus with her now-raspy voice. I like that. Ainslee thinks this is it but we’re going to have the fuckfest that she wants so fucking bad. I’m going to make sure I make her say ‘Oh’ until she learns to cum on command to my fucking name. I fight sleep for a second… “Bug? You sleeping?”
Ainslee whispers. “Just about…” she says.
“Mmm,” I grunt. “Just know this is a break. When we wake up, I’m going to show you what it means to be almost broken but not completely broken yet.” My dick twitches and I shudder, realizing I'm still inside of her. I slowly pull out of her so that she can sleep.
“Yes, daddy,” she teases.
“Fucking brat,” I whisper. I know I should get off her but I don’t want to move. I sigh and begin to move, but Ainslee whimpers holding me to her with wrapping her legs around my waist.
“No, don’t move. Stay like this. Let’s sleep just like this,” she coos.
“As you wish. Now, get your rest, Ains… You’ll need it,” I whisper as I make myself comfortable in the crook of her neck.
“Yes…” she answers and we both finally fall asleep for real this time.
AINSLEE
There are men in this world who talk the talk but can’t walk for shit, and then there’s Oran fucking Hale. I have never in my life had a day filled with just sexing it up. My everything hurts, but I wonder if it makes me crazy that I love the soreness. Everytime I take a step or sit some way, my body twitches and I exhale, thinking of the memories of Oran taking me on almost every surface in this house. The floors, the counters, the bedroom, the bathroom, the tub. So many places to both take dick, ride it, and get your pussy eaten out. I’ve never once thought about a man eating my ass, but Oran showed me the endless stars that I could see and how to never say that man doesn’t back up his shit.
Today, Oran has gone out to do some shit. I don’t ask because, well, I just don’t care to ask. I wonder if that’s normal or if that’s a bad thing to be doing. I’m already on my live, answering questions and hanging out with my online followers. “Oooh let’s see what questions you guys have for me… hmmm.” I scroll up. “Is that really your husband’s Instagram account commenting DELETE?” I laugh hard.
“Yeah, it is,” Oran says as he walks into my filming home studio. He walks up right behind me. He leans closer to me to look at the questions. “What are you doing?” he asks as he nuzzles my neck. He plants a kiss on my shoulder. I look away from my computer and check him out as he stands behind me. I fully turn on my stool to take him in. I bite my bottom lip, he looks good. He’s wearing a simple black dress shirt with the first top button open, showing his chest hair. The dress shirt is tucked into some khaki colored pants and he doesn’t have to lift his shoes up for me to know that they’re Ferragamos. He has a simple pinky ring on his right hand and his wedding band on his left. I look back up at his face. He left his clean shaven beard and he looks sexy as fuck. “You’re missing your comments. You’re live, right?” He smirks at me.
“You look good, husband. Very fucking good.” I match his smirk as I turn around to read the comments. “They want you to sit and us to do a little game challenge thing. You want to try?” I look up at him, ready for him to say no.
He shrugs as he walks off camera. He grabs the other stool that I have in the corner of the room and takes a seat right next to me. “What have we got?” He leans in and reads the comments. “Wait, stand for me.” I do as he says, wondering what he needs. Oran moves from his seat and sits in mine. He pulls me into his lap. “Better.”
My comments blow the hell up and I sigh because Oran has no idea what he just did. The number of viewers watching multiplies and I want to thump Oran over the head but I’m not going to move. If I try some shit, we might as well sign up for damned Pornhub, or if we’re feeling bougie, an Onlyfans, which my father would just probably kill me for shits and giggles. “They want to know if you know the exact color of my eyes. That’s an easy one.”
