Page 44 of The Consequence of You
Holy hell, she really is perfect in every way.
I still, letting her adjust to my intrusion, but before long she whispers a clear demand,
“Fuck me please, Asher.”
She doesn’t need to ask me twice. I unleash myself on her, rutting, and slamming into her, over and over, lifting her legs to rest on my shoulders, first one over each, and then both over the same shoulder.
She matches my rhythm, tightening and clenching around my cock as I hit that sweet spot deep inside her. She whimpers,
“I’m going to come,” but before she can, I pull out and flip her over. She squeals in surprise, and I yank her hips back, pulling her arse up, presenting her slick pussy to me. Grabbing a pillow, I slide it under her hips.
Instead of instantly sliding straight back inside her, I take a minute to admire the view. She twists around trying to see why I’ve stopped, and when she sees me studyingher, she blushes the prettiest shade of pink. It's so fucking cute.
Grabbing my dick, I tug it a few times, slowly and deliberately, before pushing back into her, slowly this time. I watch in raptures as she takes me, inch by glorious inch. The sight of my dick entering her is like nothing else, and I already know I’ll be seeing this image in my dreams for years to come. Sliding in and out, I savour every moment, until she’s squirming with need below me.
“Asher,” she pleads with wanton abandon, and I fucking love it. Hearing my name on her lips has my balls drawing up, and I do everything I can to stave off my orgasm. Reaching underneath her, I tug at one of the silver bars through her nipples. The extra stimulation is exactly what she needs and her walls clench around me like a vice as she cries out my name again.
My entire body tenses as I come, harder and longer than I thought was possible. I swear I’ve never come this much before; a little leaks out of the sides of the condom and I can’t find it in me to care.
Something about this beautiful woman makes me want to paint her milky white skin with my own milky white cum. I want it on her tits, her arse, her pussy, her lips. My mind is filled with the image of it leaking from her pussy and mouth, and I feel myself hardening again.
What the hell is happening to me?
My father would lose his mind if he could see my thoughts right now, let alone if he found out signing an NDA hasn’t occurred to me even once while I’ve been with her. I don’t give a fuck, and it’s disconcerting, yet so right at the same time.
Tying a knot in the condom, I climb off the bed and throw it in the bathroom bin. I wash my hands, take a pissand get a flannel to clean her up, but she's already dressed in a baggy t-shirt and leggings when I get back into the room.
My heart drops. She’d better not be thinking about fleeing again. I clench my hands, ready to call her out if she thinks she’s doing this bullshit again. But for once, there’s no sign of her withdrawing. She’s fucking smiling. And it’s dazzling.
She pats the bed next to her, and I’m surprised to see she’s got a movie ready to go on the television. Seeing Callie like this, sated and carefree makes me feel warm inside in a way I don’t fully understand but I like it. I like it a lot.
We flick through various channels and discover we have very similar taste in movies. Turns out we both love Adam Sandler, and for the next few hours we indulge in some classic comedy. The sort that makes us both laugh out loud. I thought her sex noises were the best sound I’d ever heard, but when she giggles,sweet mother of God,it’s something else. I want to hear it again, and I promise myself, I’ll make it my life’s mission to find out more of the things that make this beautiful woman happy and give them to her whenever I can.
It’s 2am and Callie has fallen asleep. I’d had a drink from the bathroom tap but I’m still thirsty, so I slide off the bed and go in search of the kitchen.
Despite the late hour, Rossi is sitting in the large kitchen scrolling through his phone, looking every bit the protective psycho bodyguard. If he was a few years older, he could almost pass for a protective psycho father.
He crosses his arms and sits back in his chair, eyeingme sternly as I walk in. He runs his gaze over me, no doubt taking in my messy hair and my half-unbuttoned shirt and is reaching the obvious conclusion.
“Don’t bother.” I get in, before he can say anything, and he simply raises his eyebrow at me. “Don’t bother with the lecture. You’re not her father. She’s an adult who can make her own decisions.” He cocks his brow at my boldness, but I’m not about to change who I am for this jerk.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were thinking about it, though.”
“Actually, young man, I was thinking it’s about time Miss Callie did something fun. Acted her age for once. I am surprised she chose you to have fun with, though.”
What the ever-loving fuck?
“Why wouldn’t she choose me? I’m from excellent breeding. I’m well educated. And look at me.” I wave my hands in front of me, no idea why I suddenly care so much about what this prick thinks. Much to my chagrin, he just chuckles and goes back to his phone.
Storming past him, I fling open cupboard after cupboard until I eventually find the glasses. I fill two of them with cold water. I had hoped to make us both some coffee, but I’m not spending a minute more than I must in here with this judgemental arsehole.
“Tell her I’ll be working out if she needs me,” he calls after me as I head back up the stairs to her room.
Callie was asleep when I left her, but she’s sitting up now. Her hair is tangled from sleep, and she’s still wearing the black t-shirt she threw on earlier. She’s lost the leggings though. Her black mascara is smudged around her eyes, and I love the just fucked look on her.
“Saw your bodyguard downstairs. He is full of joy, isn’t he?”
