Page 41 of Broken Beauty
Since I don't answer fast enough, Ash shrugs and he puts his hand down my skirt making me yelp.
“Okay, yes. Yes, I would.”
“Yea?” Ash says while looking down at his hand in my skirt.
His hand is cupping me and I feel him squeeze my pussy making me close my eyes and rest my head on Ash's shoulder. “Yes, Ash.”
I feel Ash's lips press against my neck, lightly sucking the skin. My eyes roll back and I wrap my arms around Ash's neck to hold him for support. My legs feel like they are going to give out any minute making me fall down.
“You're mine, Ariella,” he says before thrusting a long finger inside me. Ash keeps his face in my neck as I form an 'O' with my lips. I buck my hips against his hand, forcing him to move his finger inside me farther and give me some sort of relief. “You're mine to touch.” Ash is just using one finger and all I want to do is feel relief. “Mine to fuck,” he says, rubbing my clit at the same time while thrusting in and out of me with his finger. “Mine to ruin.”
“Ash, fuck,” I whimper before he thrusts two more fingers inside me.
I grip his hand as he moves his fingers in and out. “And mine to own,” Ash says before pinching my clit, making me release all over his fingers.
Ash rubs me until he gets my release all over his fingers, while also making me want to beg him to do more.
How is it possible for me to finish that fast?
With Ash out of all people?
He gets his hand out of my skirt and what I don't expect is for him to put all three fingers that were inside me, inside his mouth.
He sucks my release off his fingers, not even sparing a glance at me as he does it.
My legs feel weak as I watch him do that. Now all I want him to do is take me in the library.
I don't even care who watches.
Oh my god.
I push Ash away from me and look around to see if there is anyone around us in the walkway. Luckily there isn't but that doesn't mean someone didn't hear us.
“Stop being embarrassed and get over here, Ariella.”
“No. You are seriously insane,” I say, pushing away from Ash and walking towards where I came from.
“You didn't say that when you were coming all over my hand!”
I ignore him and walk back to the table where Bridgette is still waiting.
I fix my skirt, hair, and shirt while walking toward her.
When she sees me, she furrows her eyebrows. “What took you so long?”
“I was having trouble finding the book.”
“So you didn't find it?” Bridgette looks at my hands in front of me.
I hide my hands behind my back. '”No, I wasn't able to,” I say before sitting down next to her.
Bridgette was about to look away and focus on her notes but I see her eyes go to the side of my neck. “You have a little something, Ariella,” she says, pointing to the side of my neck.
I feel anxiety cripple inside me and I reach my neck to feel what she is talking about but I don't feel anything serious.
Bridgette shakes her head before pulling out her phone and snapping a picture of my neck before showing it to me.
He gave me a fucking hickey.
