Page 48 of Roped in Chaos
“I’m yours,” I cry out. “Oh fuck, I’m yours. I won’t leave, fuck.”
A smirk plays across his lips at my words and a chuckle leaves his mouth.
“I tied you up anyways, you’re not going anywhere. I’ll leave you tied to this bed until we’re old and gray if that’s what it takes. You’re never fucking leaving me again.”
His thrusts pick up and I can’t do anything but just let him use me, but I love it. This feeling of closeness and possessiveness has me reeling for more.
“Whose pussy is this?” He grits out between strokes.
“It’s yours. I’m yours. Please just fu?—”
He moves his thumb and I explode. My body shakes as he continues railing me through wave after wave of euphoria. Before I can say anything, he pulls out, leaving me feeling empty, but my body is still well exposed to him.
“Asher?” I question as he angles his cock further down. “What?”
A slight burning sensation wracks my body as he starts pushing himself into an area not yet explored.
“What are you-” I start to question before he starts.
“Shhh, princess. I want to come in you. Just the tip baby.”
He does as promised, and I’m mesmerized watching him work himself with the tip of his cock seated in my ass. There’s pressure, but it doesn’t feel bad. I’m entranced, just watching him. He throws his head back with a guttural moan leaving his mouth as I feel him twitch inside me, his releasing leaving his body.
His body shutters, as he continues milking his cock.
“I need to give you every last drop Es.”
When he’s fully spent, he pulls out of me, a quiet hiss leaving my lips before we scoot up to the head of the bed and lay down. He spoons me from the back and sticks his half-hard dick back inside of me. I’m sore, so I whimper, but he doesn’t move. He just leaves it in me as he places soft kisses on the back of my neck, our sweaty bodies molding against each other.
“Don’t ever leave again. Please. I miss you too much.”
I shake my head the little bit I can.
“I won’t. I’m not going anywhere. I missed you too.”
Chapter37
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Asher
We spent another week or so in California packing up her shit and putting the house on the market. She got everything her dad left put into a savings account or whatever, and then we shipped everything back to Oklahoma. We’ve been here the last couple of weeks, and it’s like nothing has changed. We have been working on our chores, riding the horses, having picnics at the river, and of course spending as much time as possible together.
Since she slipped through my hands the first time, I can’t help but want to hold her even closer. I feel a little panic every time I’m not sure where she’s at. I typically find her hanging out with one of the animals or curled up with a book on the porch. Sometimes I can’t help but pause and smile at how content she looks. So fucking peaceful, so fucking beautiful.
Phillis requested we come and eat together tonight, something no one will deny.Especiallywhen it includes red pepper pasta. Something I wasn’t sure I would love, but now it’s like an addiction. I’ve had it three times, and now I can’t get enough.
We sit down at the table and start dishing it all out. I pour homemade sun tea in everyone’s glass, and we dig in. We eat in silence, everyone mumbling about how great the food is, as per usual. Our mouths are never empty long enough to have an actual conversation right now, the food is justthatgood.
Once everyone is nearing the end, Esme perks up.
“So I made dessert,” she says.
Everyone lights up, excited to see, and from the fridge, she pulls out homemade angel food cake and strawberry topping. I lick my lips. I love strawberry shortcake, and anything homemade is the best.
“These are the strawberries we grew,” she beams, “and I’ve been messing with the sourdough starter, so technically it’s sourdough angel food cake.”
Holy fuck, she’s hot. So domestic in the streets and a fucking freak in the sheets. I love that she’s so open to trying all the new things around her.
