Page 63 of Liar
I kissed her like the world didn’t exist. Like there was nothing else of importance to me—and there wasn’t. Ash was it, and I told her this through the kiss, devouring every little moan that escaped her throat, digging my hips into her harder. Hungry and hard, passion exploding. Once you went to Ash, you never went back. I wished I would’ve realized it sooner.
When our lips parted, I whispered, “I’m sorry.” I was never one for apologizing before, but now, I felt like I couldn’t apologize enough. How the tables had fucking turned.
Ash said nothing, her mouth once again finding mine. My hands held onto her sides as I pulled her off the door, spinning her so that she backed up to the bed in the room. I thought we were in her room, but honestly, it was so hard to tell. My focus was only on her, on how her lips felt molded against mine, the push and pull of our tongues meeting, igniting a deep-seated yearning within me only she could put out.
The moment I felt her tongue toy with my lower lip, I reached down and began to pull off my shirt, breaking apart our mouths for only a second before meeting her ravenous lips again. Her hands roamed my chest, moving lower, fingertips lightly grazing my abdomen and the tiny squares residing there. Her hands brought to life the memory of what she did to me at the zoo, and my chest practically rumbled with a growl when I felt those hands leave my body to tear off her own shirt.
Soon enough we were naked, and she fell backward onto the bed. I went with her, pinning her down again, her soft, tender skin setting mine on fire anywhere she touched. To say that I needed to be inside of her, to say that I had to feel her cunt wrapped around me this very instant, it wouldn’t say enough.
It was a desperate type of need. An aching carnality I’d never felt before. A yearning deep within my soul, like every part of me, even the intangible parts, craved this girl hard.
Her fingers weaved through my hair, our breathing in sync as we got lost in each other. It…really was different, when you were with someone you loved. You didn’t need to rush. You could savor each and every sensation while knowing it wouldn’t be your last. You could close your eyes and feel safe, give your all to the other person. I’d never felt like that before. I’d never allowed myself to feel this way.
Fucking pathetic. I was pathetic in every single way when it came to Ash, and the worst part of it all was: I didn’t give a shit.
I lifted my head off hers, my eyelids cracking open to view her. Ash’s blonde and pink hair splayed around her head, her eyes half open and her lips puckered and swollen from our kisses. Her chest heaved, her nipples little points as they brushed against my chest with each breath. Not an ounce of the girl who’d built up walls, who’d gotten back at me for the things I said and did. This was a different Ash, and her vulnerability was beautiful.
I hoped I looked back at her with certainty, with conviction and trust, the way a man looked at the woman he loved more than life itself.
The pressure my hips placed upon her midsection lessened, allowing her to spread her legs. Ash did so without hesitation, all the while gazing up at me. “Well?” she asked, her voice husky. “What are you waiting for?”
The answer?
Her.
I’d always been waiting for her. Even before I’d met her, it was like fate, if you believed in that shit. The answer was Ash, and now that I had her, I’d be damned if I ever let her go. Fuck my family. Fuck everyone else who’d look down on us. Fuck the whole goddamned world.
I said nothing, never breaking eye contact with her as I reached down between us, took hold of the base of my shaft, and guided myself to her entrance. Her slit was wet, and I needed no extra lubrication; I pushed myself inside, watching as her expression morphed, changing from impatience to satisfaction.
I filled every part of her up, and she took me in to the hilt. And, of course, she felt like fucking heaven. Tight, wet, warm in all the ways that heated my own body up. A ragged breath escaped me, and I struggled to get used to the feeling of her pussy. I’d gotten used to my own hand lately; this blew my hand out of the fucking water.
“Fuck,” I whispered, feeling her back arch below me. “You feel amazing.”
Ash couldn’t even speak, she was so lost in the feeling of me inside her. Together, we’d ride cloud nine. We’d fuck it out like no one ever fucked things out before.
I dragged my hips back, almost delirious with pleasure as I felt her inner core fight with my cock, not wanting me to leave it. So tight it was unreal. And then, then I let instincts take over. Then I let my wild side come out. Then I claimed the girl I’d been dying to have since the very beginning of this whole mess at Hillcrest.
I pumped into her hard, my thrusting fierce and wild. My balls slapped against her ass each time I filled her up, and Ash’s eyes slammed shut as a series of moans escaped her. Lost in the feeling of being fucked, and I was lost in the feeling of fucking.
Fucking Ash. There really was nothing better than this.
Her hands found my lower back, nails digging into my flesh. A bit harder than I would’ve liked, but I let it be, focusing on the tight pussy below me. Time itself ceased to matter, as did everything else outside of this room.
Her core tightened around my length, and I watched as Ash writhed below me, her muscles spasming. Sweat lined her brow, her lips parting as she cried out, her orgasm ripping through her body almost violently. Her nails dug deeper into my back, but I didn’t let the pain from her grip stop me.
I fucked her to an orgasm, and I would keep fucking her…even though I really just wanted to lose myself in my own pleasure. Edging was hard, and when it was Ash beneath me, holding it in was even harder.
The bed rocked beneath us, the sheets crumpling with each thrust. Ash turned her head to the side, her nails loosening in my back, and I leaned my chest down on her, a growl escaping me as I grew a bit rougher. Going harder and going faster was always possible; you just had to try. I slammed into her, my balls tightening, my cock throbbing with the need to release.
Not quite yet.
Ash’s legs wrapped around me, taking me in. My lower back muscles tensed as I fought the orgasm from arriving, but it would seem that Ash held power over me, for I could no longer keep it at bay. Pleasure exploded from my core, causing me to nearly collapse on top of her. My eyes slammed shut, and I groaned a deep-throated sound, my heart racing a mile a minute as the orgasm swept through me like a storm surge, undeniable and unavoidable.
My balls released their seed, and I came inside of her, forever making her mine. I knew she was on birth control, but her popping out a mini-Salvatore was the last thing on my mind. The foremost thing? How fucking amazing her pussy felt around me, how I never wanted to pull out. How, even after my orgasm faded, the pleasure remained, every nerve in my body on fire from this girl.
I breathed out, “Fuck.” And, although I didn’t want to pull out of her, I did. Once my dick was out, I rolled on my side next to her, breathing hard as I watched her do the same. Our eyes locked, and I smirked as I set my head on a hand, propping my head up. “I win.”
“You what?” Ash spoke with a huff, though her annoyed look didn’t quite stick the landing. “You don’t win.”
