Page 61 of Poison Pen

Everything about Ricki was incredible, but nothing more so than when she came undone for me. When she allowed herself to step out from behind her walls and showed me the tender heart she hid within her.

The heart I wanted nothing more than to look after.

But Ricki was a fickle woman, and after hearing her story, I knew exactly why she was the way she was. It was self-preservation, pure and simple. I’d never fault her for it; on the contrary, it just made me even more impressed by her. Knowing she had taken everything her family had thrown at her in her life and come out the other side stronger just proved that she was exactly the kind of woman I would go to battle for.

Because Ricki deserved someone in her corner, someone who would stand beside her when push came to shove.

And I was determined to prove to her that I was that man.

But first, I was gonna make her come.

Again.

Rising from my prone position between her luscious thighs, I stared down at Ricki, watching the way her plump tits heaved with her exhausted breaths, the muscles of her abdomen stretched taut and her legs still shaking. She was a work of fucking art, laid out for me like this. A masterpiece anyone would covet, and I was never gonna be dumb enough to take it for granted.

Crawling up over her, I slowly released her from the impromptu blindfold, smiling as she blinked owlishly at me in the light of the bedroom.

“Holy shit, Asher,” she panted, licking her lips. “I mean...holy shit.”

“Easy, baby.” I leaned down and kissed her, filling her mouth with my tongue the same way I’d just filled her pussy, and the moan she let out at the taste of herself on my lips had my balls drawing up tight. “We’re just getting started.”

Lifting one of her legs, I encouraged her to roll over, pulling her hips up, so that she was on her hands and knees before I got my hands on her ass cheeks, my palms massaging the muscles of her butt and thighs for a few seconds.

“I know I didn’t ask last time,” I said, dropping one hand to my cock and fisting it at the base. “And I’m sorry about that, but Ricki, I really fuckin’ wanna take you bare, so I’m asking now if you’re good with that?”

While I spoke, I traced the head of my dick through her soaked pussy lips, up and down slowly, pausing on every down stroke to tap at her clit a few times, loving the way she hissed every time I did.

But when Ricki didn’t answer me with anything more than a satisfied hum, I took my other hand and landed a quick smack to her ass, appreciating the way her flesh jiggled in response.

“Asked you a question, baby, and it’s an important one. You with me?”

“Yes,” she breathed out, her hips circling and reaching for me, but I drew back, not letting her slide onto me until I knew we had this covered.

“I’m serious now, Ricki,” I said, gripping her with one hand and letting my thumb slide inside her slick channel instead. “I can see you want it, babe, and I want it too. But I need you to tell me this time if you’re good with going bare. Because I want to, Ricki. So fuckin’ bad.”

And I did. The memory of the last time we’d fucked against the door in my bedroom had burned itself into my brain, and I wasn’t even mad about it. The feel of Ricki’s hot, wet pussy gripping my dick while I held her up was not something I would easily forget, but I regretted not having the discussion before I just went right ahead and made a decision that really did affect both of us.

So this time, I was gonna get permission rather than asking for forgiveness.

“Asher,” Ricki mewled, dropping her head down so her forehead rested against the bed. “Please, Asher. Just, whatever. I don’t care. Just, please.”

“See,” I said, moving my thumb inside her at a faster pace. “I know you can do better than that, babe.” Removing my thumb, I slid it up, slowly circling the tight, tan bud of her asshole, loving the way it puckered and tightened in response. Her corresponding gasp of surprise had me smirking.

I had a pretty good feeling Ricki hadn’t crossed that particular bridge yet, and made a mental note to start working us in that direction.

Soon.

“I don’t want to hear that you don’t care, baby,” I continued, still drawing light circles as she squirmed beneath me. She didn’t hate it, but I could tell she wasn’t sure if she actually liked it yet, either. “I need you to tell me that it’s alright for me to slide inside this tight, wet pussy with no condom, Ricki. Because I plan to spend as much time in there as possible,” I added, leaning over her to press a kiss to her spine, right between her shoulder blades. “So I need to know we are on the same page.”

“Yes,” she snarled, her focus returning as she glared at me over her shoulder. “Yes, Asher, I want you to fuck me bare. Yes, alright? Yes!”

“Thank you, baby,” I praised, delivering another kiss, this time to the small, neat words she had tattooed along one side of her ribs.

Strength through struggle.

Yeah, my Ricki was the absolute embodiment of those words, wasn’t she? It was one of the many things I loved about her.

I paused, my dick poised over her drenched entrance, as I considered the words that had just rattled around in my brain, realizing that there was no real surprise to them.

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