Page 69 of Hale's Pawn
Jagger walks us out and the fucker lets me hit my head on the damn door frame. “Oww! Jesus, Jagger just put me down!” I shriek.
I feel a slap on my ass so firm, it travels through my entire body. “Shut up, Ains…” Oran warns me. “Don’t make me spank you right here.”
“Fucking petty,” I mumble under my breath.
Oran is no longer on the side of Jagger and is now walking behind him, glaring at me with some wicked promises. “What was that, babe?”
I glare at him. “Nothing.”
“Good, you might cum tonight. Do some slick shit again and we can stretch it out to another day,” Oran threatens and I know he means it.
I look away and stew in my own anger. My hormones are raging and my horniness is back with a vengeance. I’m so angry and horny that I feel the damned angry tears again, but it’s cause I can’t possibly wring my husband’s neck. First, I love this man, and second, I don’t want to be a widow. I want to be with him.
“Give her here,” Oran says to Jagger.
Jagger stops walking and turns to Oran. They transfer me like I’m a fucking sack of potatoes with no feelings. I’m now over Oran’s fucking shoulder. I’m trying my best not to touch or brush up against him. As we walk, I feel the tips of Oran’s fingers crawling up my leg. I wiggle so that he will stop, but he pulls his hands out of my dress and another smack lands on my ass. I bite my tongue. Oran’s fingers come back under my dress and this time, he doesn’t stop until his fingers caress my clit. “Oran… please don’t do this to me,” I whisper, only for his ears.
He stops walking, letting Karessa and Jagger go. “You did this, not me. Guys, we’re going to take a walk on the beach,” he announces to them and he goes towards the vacant beach. As Oran walks, he slips his finger past my panties and dips it inside me. I moan as he finger-fucks me while walking. I don’t want to touch him, but I hold on to him because this is not normal. “You will learn to not piss me off, Ainslee, and you will understand what kind of respect your man needs. I demand respect, nothing less, nothing more. Got it?” His fingers slip out and he pulls me off his shoulder, then slides me down his body.
“Yes,” I breathe hard.
I look and nobody is around but us and the moonlight. “On all fours.”
I whimper, loving this side of him, and I do as he asks.
Oran’s arm wraps around my waist and he flips me. “I changed my mind, I want to see you,” he says, his voice soft, contradicting everything else.
I breathe in as I feel his lips on my exposed skin as he lifts my dress up. I shut my eyes, not caring who comes around, and I lose myself in Oran. My fingers find their way into his hair as he rips my panties to shreds. I release a moan the second his tongue captures my pussy in a scorching kiss. I don’t know if I can come back down to earth. I don’t care if the world was to end right now, just as long as me and him are not touched. My breathing hitches as I’m close to cumming. I growl when Oran stops and moves away. I place my hands over my face and scream, “Please, just stop. Let’s go. I can’t do this toni—.”
My words are cut off by the feel of Oran slipping all the way in. My hands move and I tug on my hair as Oran takes me roughly. I open my eyes and almost shut them as Oran stares at me. I shudder as he lifts one leg and fucks me like he knows how to do best. There are no words exchanged, nothing else to deter us from what’s happening. I can feel my orgasm building and I shut my eyes, ready for him to deny me again, but I feel a soft kiss on my lips. “Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.” I do as he asks. “I love punishing you the most, you know that, right? But I hate it even more when you cry, even if it’s out of frustration. I told you, I’m possessive and shit gets me going, so work with me, will you?”
“Yes, Oran. I’ll work with you.”
“You want to cum?”
“Yes…” I answer without any shame or hesitation. I let the last brick that he’s been chipping away fall. I’m completely broken by him and I don’t care. I let him see me and I know the moment he realizes it.
“Oh Ains… baby.” He caresses my face. Suddenly, everything shifts as Oran leans lower and makes love to me as I cum. He doesn’t stop, nor does he care, as he continues taking me so beautifully. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. “Tell me what I want to hear.”
“I love you, Oran Hale.”
“How much?” he asks.
“Enough to let you frustrate me,” I say softly and lean in, biting his bottom lip into my mouth.
Oran groans as he speeds up a bit. He pulls away to rest his forehead on mine. “That’s good enough for me.” He smirks as he kisses me hard.
It reminds me of a famous quote that a lot of chess players use.
Every man needs a woman when his life is in a mess, because just like in a game of chess, the queen protects the king
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34
Ainslee
After we got backto the villa and I wash the sand out of every crevice that it was in—I roll my eyes hard at the thought—Mikonos let Oran know to be up early and that they would be gone most of the day.
