Page 91 of Bound

“Turn,” I instruct, his lips twitching at the order. He complies, facing me, and I step in between his wide spread legs—totally justified by the way, he definitely needs the extra space if you know what I mean. “Dare I ask?”

“Julian surprised me with some extra challenges yesterday,” he tells me, wincing as I place the wrapped pack against his puffy face. “Including about ten ex-Marines.”God, that man is such a ballsack cunt!

Ash’s hands come to my hips, pulling me closer. His fingers tease along my waistline, his palms resting over my now slightly rounded stomach. I seem to have ‘popped’ in the last couple of days, a small but definite baby bump now visible.

“Oh, Ash,” I say in a soft voice, wishing there was anything else I could say or do to help, but knowing that there isn’t.

“Do you know how fucking jealous I am that it’s Loki’s child you’re carrying, and not mine?” he asks me, rubbing my stomach. The baby kicks, but Ash doesn’t react. Obviously he can’t feel it, so I don’t mention it.

“W–what?” I stammer out, the subject change throwing me as I continue to hold the ice pack to his face.

“I’ve always been an arsehole, Lilly. Possessive and controlling,” he growls, hooking my knickers in his fingers, and drawing them down my thighs. My breath catches as his intentions become clear. He needs the distraction of my body, and I am helpless to deny him.

He lets my knickers drop to the ground, taking hold of the hem of my—Jax’s—t-shirt, and lifting it over my head as he stands up. The ice pack drops to the floor with a heavy thud as I let it go.

He takes a minute, studying my now naked body in the dim light, his eyes caressing me, causing my nipples to peak, and my breathing to quicken. An inked hand reaches out, tracing my curves, leaving a fire in its wake. He reaches the apex of my thighs, which I feel more than see, my stomach now in the way.

“Open,” he commands, looking at his hand as I obey, shifting my thighs so that they are parted.

I cry out at his first touch, moisture leaking out of me as he traces a finger up and down my slit, swirling my opening and clit. I’m so responsive to these guys, and they know my body so well that it doesn’t take much to bring me to the brink. He stops, pulling his hand away, leaving me panting, and desperate for more.

“Turn around, hands on the table, Princess.”

The cool wood soothes my hot palms as I follow his instructions, waiting. He kicks my legs wider, and a second later I feel his bulbous head pushing against my entrance. A hiss leaves my lips as he enters me, I’m still a little sore from the combination of Kai and Loki on Friday, but it soon turns to a pleasure filled moan when his piercings rub my inner walls.

He pauses once he’s fully seated inside me, a contented sigh sounding behind me as my nails scrape the wood of the tabletop in pleasure. He starts to move, slowly at first, tingles racing up my spine as he gets faster, bringing me to the edge once more with his dick this time. I can feel the burn of an orgasm begin, my inner muscles fluttering around Ash’s cock, begging him to keep going. Only he slows down and stops before I can fall over into exquisite bliss.

“I'm so fucking close, Ash. Please,” I pant through gritted teeth.

He reaches around, fingertips stroking over my slightly swollen stomach from behind in a loving caress.

“Next time, it'll be my fucking baby in your womb. Won't it, Princess?”

“W–what?” I question, my head spinning once more with his words. He starts leisurely pumping his dick in and out of me, quivers racing through my core, but not enough to allow me to climax.He’s fucking denying me my pleasure, the wankmonster.

“The next baby to grow inside you will be mine, understand, Princess?” he asks, his tone condescending as fuck as he continues teasing me with his slow strokes.

“Fuck off, Ash! It's my body, and I'll decideifI have another baby, andwhothe father will be,” I inform him, all kinds of pissed off and attempting to straighten up, having had enough of his jealous shit.

But his hands on my hips tighten, holding me in place with a mocking laugh that should piss me off more than it does.Jesus, I’m so fucking messed up that even his cruel laugh makes my pussy flutter.

“That's where you're wrong,fiancée. This body.” He squeezes my hips tighter, eliciting a squeak of protest from my lips.Okay, it's part raw fucking pleasure too. “This pussy.” He punctuates here with a sharp thrust, and a deep groan sounds in my throat. “All of you belongs to me. I may be gracious and share with the others from time to time, but don't mistake my kindness for anything other than that.” He's growling by the end of his speech and has completely stopped thrusting inside me, holding just the tip in my entrance. “So I'll tell you again. The next baby you carry,Princess, will. Be. Mine.” He thrusts hard in between each word, reinforcing his point physically.

I'm mewling underneath him, unable to move as he holds me in a bruising grip. He's building me up to a crescendo again, my orgasm fluttering at the edges of my vision. Just as the wave is about to crest, he pauses, again with just his tip inside me.

“Ash!” I scream, clawing at the table, giving no shits about scratching it to buggery as I’m beyond frustrated.

“Well?” he asks breathlessly, and I just know that he has one perfect jet black brow raised. I also know that the twatterdick won't let me come until I agree to his alpha bullshit.

“Fine! Yes!” I shout in response.

“Yes, what?” The git asks back, his tone smug.

“The next baby I have will be yours!” I screech. “Are you fucking happy now?!”

“Ecstatic,” he replies, in a somewhat droll tone.

Then he thrusts so hard and fast that if he wasn't holding onto me, I would be flat on my stomach on the table. I cry out as he lets his inner animal take over, and fucks me like a demon, snarling and snapping like a wild beast, the sound of his hips slapping against me, loud in the quiet.

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