Page 31 of Roped in Chaos
“Command me,” she says. “Be bossy. Be dominant.”
Well, that I can do,I think to myself. I lick my lips as I stare down at her.
“Open your fucking legs, Esme,” I say an octave lower than normal. I give the outside of her thigh a quick smack, and she quickly sucks in a breath.
She seems to hold her breath for a second before I see her chest rise with a deep breath. Her hands fall to her sides exposing her perfect tits. They’re falling slightly to either side, her pebbled nipples pointing toward the ceiling. The site before me is nothing short of a piece of art. Her large breasts and wet pussy has my mouth salivating. Her hand skates down her body before she drips down to the apex of her legs and starts to circle her clit. I lean on one arm and pull down my briefs just enough to let my cock free. I grip the base and carefully watch every little movement she makes.
“Show me how wet your fingers are, Princess.”
Her hooded eyes meet mine as she lifts her fingers and shows me the slick arousal covering them. I pull at my cock and groan as my hand skates over the barbells adorning the underside. Her eyes go wide when she notices that I’m doing more than just watching, but she’s not telling me to stop. I lean forward, slowly, giving her the opportunity to pull away. When she doesn’t, I take the opportunity to suck the digits into my mouth. We moan simultaneously as I savor the taste of her before pulling off.
“Such a good fucking girl, showing me how you make yourself come and letting me taste.” She squirms and goose bumps break out across her skin. She likes praise, I see.
“So fucking good. Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking hot,” I groan out.
“Work yourself, baby. I want to see you come.”
I continue to slide my hand up and down my cock, keeping myself in time with her fingers. I watch her bring herself to the brink time and time again, and I follow her lead.
“Feels so good when you finally let yourself go, doesn’t it, Princess?”
She whimpers and sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and nods yes. I smack the inside of her thigh this time, just enough to shock her and give a little sting but not hard enough to cause too much pain. I have to see what she’s into first.
She bucks her hips up into my touch and lets out a loud moan. Fuck, I love hearing her and learning more about what she likes.
“That’s better, baby,” I coo. “I want to hear you sing that sweet song. Fuckkkk.”
My dick is leaking precum, and I’m not sure how she takes so much of this edging. I feel like my dick is going to turn black and fall off from all the pressure building. I sit up and pull my briefs farther down to let my balls breathe. I remain on my knees, entranced by the little breath hitches and twitches her body makes when she’s sensitive. Her little whines and moans and breathy cries when she gets really sensitive. This woman is beauty personified. I wish I had a camera to record it and replay this exact moment again and again. The best I have is the mental memory to store for my spank bank later.
“C’mon, baby, show me how you come. I’m not sure how much longer I can take this,” I whine. As much as I love this, I might die if I don’t come soon.
“Oh—oh fuck. Oh fuck, Asher. Fuck,” she cries out.
She continues to stutter her hand over her clit, and I shoot white ropes of cum all over her stomach. I fall over her, letting my sticky cum paint her stomach with my hand on the side of her torso.
“Holy fuck, Es,” I say as I continue to milk my cock. “You look so fucking good covered in my cum.”
Her already pink cheeks turn red as she tries to cover her face up to hide from my gaze, but I’m not having it. I reach out and grab both of her hands and pin them at her side.
“Don’t shy away from me, Princess. I want all of you, and I will do whatever I have to keep you for myself.”
I don’t break my gaze as I lean forward and get close. When I start going cross-eyed is when I finally close my eyes and push my lips to hers. Her vanilla smell is wafting over me, and my dick starts coming to life again. I pull away and gaze into her eyes before relenting and rolling off of her. We lay side-by-side in bed, calming our breathing. I get up quickly to run to the bathroom to grab a wet washcloth to clean her up, and once I do, we get under the covers and fall asleep.
Chapter25
She’s Mine
Asher
Iwant her, and I don’t know why. She’s everything that I said I’d never have. The city girl and the country boy, how ironically perfect though. There’s this protectiveness that rears its ugly head whenever she’s around. This need to protect and to claim, something that I’ve never experienced before.
There’s never been someone else like this.
There will never be anyone like this again.
I just know it in my gut.
Love at first sight was never anything I believed in. No way in hell that it was a real thing. At least that was my thought until her.
