Page 33 of Hale's Pawn
I don’t do anything to her, leaving her thinking that I won’t continue teasing her. Ainslee gets into the flow of the game as the throwback songs play. I guess this is a song she likes since she forgets and begins to move on top of me. I’ve never really been an ass man and I wondered what the fuck Jagger always saw in biting an ass cheek, but I’m a converted man. I place my palm flat on her stomach, causing her to breathe in, but I know she’s trying to resist as she hums the Jason Derulo’s Want to Want Me. We play for a little bit and some rap song begins to play in the background. Ainslee doesn’t even realize she’s rapping along to it. Karessa seems to know the song too. They both rap/sing to the chorus. “Shawty a little baddie, shawty my little boo thang. Shawty got the fatty, shawty be catchin’ mood swings.”
“I want to ask, but I won’t,” I say, shaking my head at the lyrics. It’s funny that they’re rapping along with it when they can’t actually do what he says.
“Don’t,” Jagger says.
“Hey! Don’t disrespect Pop Smokes, okay? This is a good song, babe,” Ainslee says.
“Your move,” Jagger says to Ainslee. “Let’s see what you got!”
She looks over at the board, trying to concentrate on the word. My hand travels lower to her thighs. I lift up her little cheer skirt and slip my hand into her panties. I don’t plan on fucking her tonight, but I still want to touch her. I haven’t touched her for the past two weeks and even if it was for her own good, I’m horny as fuck. I could’ve lasted a couple more days but she pulled out one of my favorite fantasies; a fucking dirty cheerleader with orange panties, my favorite color. I lather my fingers in her juices then I move a bit higher to her clit, using that as extra lubrication. Ainslee’s chest rises as she clears her throat. She tries to move forward but I bring her back. I lazily play with it as her right-hand trembles, trying to form a word. I lean down to her ear. “Next time, you’ll think before you challenge me, Hale’s Spawn.” I bite her earlobe. I look up and I know Jagger’s doing some slick shit from his end because Karessa looks just about ready to lose her shit. Before Ainslee can finish her word, Karessa flips the Scrabble board. Jagger laughs as she stands. She blinks rapidly as she walks out of the room. “Excuse us for a minute, I’ve got a mission to accomplish,” Jagger says.
Jagger walks out and I press hard on Ainslee’s clit. She moans, throwing her head back against my shoulder. I pull my cell out and go to her post. “Let’s read a couple of the comments on your post, shall we?” I tease. I increase how quickly I’m stroking her clit. “Mmm. Your husband is a lucky man. You look edible. That is a sexy-ass costume. That lollipop should be replaced with something else. They get even worse… Can you squirt?” I whisper in her ear. “Should I answer them? And my ultimate favorite... was sleeping last night with your name tattooed on my heart, your hole feels like home.” I grunt in her ear. I bite her shoulder hard and I know she’s close. “Who the FUCK do these people think they are, talking to my wife like this? Who was this post for, huh?”
Ainslee moans. “For you,” she replies with her eyes shut. She’s trying to ride my fingers, but nope. “They’re nobody, baby. Nobody. They’re not you,” she coos.
I smile like a fucking mentally unstable man. “I’ve got a name. Say that shit.”
“Fuck…”
“Something you want me to do. You want me to replace that fucking Blow Pop with my dick, right? You need something to suck on, you dirty little freak?”
Ainslee moans. “Yessss,” she hisses.
“Soon, baby...soon enough I’ll give you what the fuck you’re testing me for. When that time comes, take it like my wife would. For now, say my name for me to hear.”
She’s so close and she doesn’t hesitate. “Oran Hale,” she says on a breath and moans as she cums.
I kiss her cheek and suck on her neck until she settles down. I know it's going to leave a mark. “Post this mark for your followers. This one you’re not allowed to delete. Show them who has the right to fuck you.”
“Yes, Oran. Yes.”
I grin. As it should be. The fuck.
17
Oran
I lookup at the same time Ainslee starts to take her outfit off when she comes back into the room after removing her make-up. “What are you doing?” I ask as I sit up, leaning against the headboard.
“Taking this off so I can go shower,” she answers.
“Alexa play Dirrty by Christina Aguilera,” I say and the song starts.
Ainslee smirks. “Who told you? Jagger?”
I shake my head. “No. Surprisingly, I got a text from Mikonos saying to ask you about this song and the routine. If you want to get wet with my fingers instead of the shower water then get that ass to shaking.”
Ainslee rolls her eyes and commands Alexa to restart the song. She spins on her heel once, showing me her ballet moves. When she lands, she’s facing the large mirror, strategically placed to face my bed. I smirk when she timidly moves her hips. The hem of the little skirt sways with her, brushing against her ass. I look at her eyes as she gazes right back at me. She begins to move harder and more explicitly, using her hair as an accessory. She bends her knees as she rolls her waist, showing me a little of her panties. Her hands land on the floor next. She moves her hands forward as she slides to the floor without missing a beat. I know this is definitely not part of the fucking routine. I still watch. I forget whatever it is I was supposed to be doing. I move the bedsheet off my lower body and I grip my dick in my hands as I start to stroke. Ainslee arches for me as she pops her ass in the air. Her panties are now visible. She comes back up and does this cutesy little dance, making her skirt slide side to side on her body. She climbs on the bed and automatically turns with her ass in the air. She moves back, still on beat. I pump, not breaking rhythm. I look through the mirror into her eyes as she slides her upper body lower and her ass is in my face. I tilt my head, watching her as she shakes her ass like a stripper. Well, fuck, my personal stripper. It bounces and I now see the power of the ass that Jagger is always going on and on about.
I slide her panties to the side as I play with her clit. Ainslee moans as I rip a hole in her lace panties just big for me. I grip her waist and I lower her onto my dick. Ainslee moans and brings her body up a bit. I slap her ass. “Shake your ass on my dick. Let me watch,” I command.
Ainslee shakes her ass as best as she can with me inside her. I slap her ass to make it bounce harder. I dig my fingers into her waist as I bounce her ass up and down on my dick while fucking her pussy. The best sight ever. This is how all nights should end.
I groan,feeling like my body is trying to tell me something. I feel as though my dick is engulfed by the wettest thing I’ve ever slid into before. I shudder in my sleep. This wet dream feels so real, I feel like if I wake up, I’m going to be pissed.
I hear Ainslee’s voice in my dreams. Her moans and, fuck, I know it’s her pussy. Fuck. “Oran…” she calls my name and I feel her touch. I feel as her nails dig a little deep in my shoulders. I hiss at that feeling. It feels so damned real. So out of this world that my dick jolts. She bounces up and down and I feel her moving her body like she’s dancing on me. “Oh, Oran…” she calls out to me again.
My eyes pop open and I see her just as she flips her head back. Her hair is out and has reverted to its natural state. She rides me with her eyes closed, her head thrown back, like this is where she belongs. I want to disturb her but I don’t. I watch this goddess as she shows me another side of her. Her nails leave a rough trail down my chest and I flinch but I don’t hate it. “Ainslee… Fuck, baby.” I’m not even mad that she woke me up like this.
