Page 22 of Sweet Torture

“You’re only one day post-op. You need to be on the couch taking it easy.” I’m pretty sure going down on Ashlyn and then fucking her doesn’t qualify as taking it easy.

I feel as if, in a four-year old’s mind, this is a telltale moment. I won’t let him down. “This is a very pivotal time in our relationship. I want to do this for him. I think it’s really important.”

Ashlyn sighs. “OK but please don’t hurt your shoulder trying to impress him.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t. I have too many other things I want to do tonight to impress you.”

I’m claiming my fiancée’s tight virgin ass tonight. And she’s going to love it.

* * *

Ashlyn stops kissingme every few seconds and looks at the bedroom door. That’s it. I’m shutting it. And locking it.

I pull away and get out of bed.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m shutting the door so you’ll stop watching it like the pussy patrol is going to burst through at any minute.”

“But what if he wakes up from a bad dream and calls out for me and I can’t hear him?”

“He’s fine, Ash.” I can see she isn’t satisfied with that. “But I’ll go check on him if it’ll make you feel better.”

“Please.”

I go into Jacob’s room, and just as I expected, his respirations are deep and even. My little buddy is fast asleep.

“Love you, son.” I place a kiss on his forehead and he doesn’t stir. The kiddo is worn out. We practiced batting an hour past his usual bedtime.

I return to Ashlyn’s bedroom and close the door behind me. “He’s fine. Knocked out cold.”

The lock pops loudly when I push the button.

“Owen…”

“No, Ashlyn. The only words I hear out of you better pertain to being fucked hard or having your pussy eaten out.” I push at the waist of my shorts. “If you’re not naked under that sheet, you better be getting that way quickly.”

She tosses the sheet back and all I see is skin. “Good girl.”

I stand at the edge of the bed. “Come over here.” Standing isn’t my favorite position for fucking but it’s the easiest with this damn sling on my arm.

“He’s fine so can you concentrate solely on me now?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” I grab the back of her neck and pull her close, claiming her mouth just like I’m about to claim her ass.

Her hands come over my shoulders and I hiss when she forgets and touches my surgical site. “Shit. Sorry.”

“It’s OK.”

I slide my hand between her legs and push my fingers through the wet slit of her pussy, cutting off any further apologies. “I’m going to fuck your ass after I eat your wet pussy.”

“Owen…”

“Shh. You’re going to love it, Ash. I swear I’ll make it good for you but I want you to come first.” I kiss the side of her neck. “You know how I need you positioned.”

She lies on her back with her ass on the edge. “Perfect.”

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