Page 38 of Axle
Her answering laugh was breathless, and she came easily when I tugged. When we stood in front of the shower, I twisted the tap to hot. Steam bloomed fast, fogging the mirror, blurring our edges to everything but touch. I stepped in first and pulled her with me, then backed her into the tiled wall under the spray. Water sheeted over her shoulders, plastering her hair and slicking her skin. Her nipples peaked tight, her breathing went hard, and she tipped her face into the spray with her eyes closed while I watched the water track down the bow of her collarbone and disappear between her tits.
I braced one hand beside her head and ran the other over her throat, down the slope of her chest, stopping at her stomach. “You’ve got no fucking idea what it does to me, knowing you have my baby in this belly. So damn hot, angel. But I still wanna fill you until you're dripping with my come. Don’t see that changing anytime soon.”
Ashlynn sighed, and I gave her a gentle kiss. It was the last bit of slow and tender that I possessed this morning. Gliding my hand back up, I cupped one breast and kneaded it.
“How did I miss it?” I knew every inch of this body, but somehow I hadn’t noticed her tits getting bigger.
“Maybe you should spend a little more time with them?” she teased.
“Hmm, excellent idea, angel.” My thumb brushed a stiff peak, and she gasped, arched her back. I bent my head and took the other into my mouth, sucking hard and deep, letting water drum my shoulders while I tasted her.
Her fingers dug into my hair, and I dragged my teeth lightly, a warning that was also encouragement, before soothing the sting with my tongue.
“Hands on the wall,” I ordered, lifting my head just far enough to speak against her skin. “Spread your feet, angel.”
She placed her palms flat against the tile, water carving channels over her wrists, her legs sliding a little wider. The trust in the movement made something solid shift inside me.
I ran my hand down her belly, over that soft, vulnerable space where I’d already planted a seed that would tether us together forever. Then I went lower, slipping between her thighs, my fingers teasing her with a promise of pleasure. She was more sensitive now, and the first slow stroke had her knees wobbling as a passionate cry escaped her kiss-swollen lips.
“You’ve been on a hair trigger the past few days,” I murmured with a low chuckle. “Now I know why. Gotta say, baby, if this is how your body reacts to being knocked up, can’t promise you won’t find yourself in this condition all the fucking time.”
Ashlynn’s eyes opened wide, surprise and a flicker of excitement in her stormy-gray pools. “Just how many kids do you want to have with me?”
“All of them,” I rasped before pressing my lips to the pulse in her neck and sliding two fingers into her tight channel.
She moaned, the ragged sound ripping from her chest as her nails bit into my shoulders.
“You okay?” I asked, not because I thought she wasn’t, but because I liked making her say yes while her voice shook.
“Yes,” she whispered, trembling with desire.
My cock was so thick and hard, it throbbed painfully, and I knew I was reaching the end of my rope.
I dragged my fingers out, then thrust them into her again, the water making everything feel obscene and easy. Raising my head, I put my mouth to her ear. “Good. ’Cause I’m going to fuck you against this wall, and you’re going to take me like a good girlwith nothing in your head except my name. And when you come, I better hear it loud and clear while you scream in ecstasy.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
The way she said it this time made me groan.
I removed my fingers and slapped my hands onto the wall on either side of her. Then I slammed my cock into her slick heat with a rough sound that might’ve been her name or a primal growl. The wall was cold under my palms where they were braced, her pussy hot enough to brand my dick, and we stood there for a beat, breathing like we’d run a marathon and crossed the finish line at the same time.
Then I lost my shit and fucked her. Not slow. Not careful. Not gentle.
I set a brutal rhythm that pounded water off the tile and made her cry out. Capturing her wrists, I pinned them high, shoulders locked, chest to chest so I could feel every tremor of her body against mine. My mouth found the line of her jaw, her throat, then the space under her ear that made her shiver. I bit hard enough to make her moan and soft enough to make her tilt her head, asking for more.
“Oh, Mason! Yes!”
“That’s it,” I growled against her skin when her legs started to shake. “Take me. Every fucking inch. Yes, baby, fuck! So tight. Hot. Fuck, angel. Fuck, yes!”
I pounded harder, going even deeper, feeling something dark rise up inside me. A need to own, to possess, to consume.
“You’re mine, Ashlynn,” I snarled. “Say it.”
“I’m—” Her voice broke. She tried again, words shivering like her body. “I’m yours.”
“Louder,” I demanded, driving in harder, the slap of our bodies echoing in the shower stall. “Let everyone hear it.”
“I’m yours,” she shouted. “I’m yours, Mason. I’m yours.”
