Page 12 of The Claiming Series: Collection 1
He groans and pulls back a few inches before plunging inside me again. I cry out in pleasure, dropping my eyes to watch as his thick cock disappears inside me again and then again. It's the most erotic thing I've ever seen, and I'm already teetering on the verge of an orgasm. I struggle to draw in air and not come all at once as he thrusts back in, even deeper this time.
He grabs my legs and hooks them over his shoulders right before he ruts into me with a force and depth that has me screaming his name. My pussy grips him greedily as he pounds into me, pain mixing with pleasure at his forceful rhythm. The position of our bodies allows him to go so deep that I swear the tip of him is touching my womb.
"God, I love being inside you! You're so fucking tight. Your cunt has my cock in a death grip," he grunts above me, his hips moving like pistons as he fucks me hard.
I mewl at his dirty words of encouragement. As he said earlier, I'm finally getting what I want, what we both need. My hips move frantically beneath him, matching him thrust for thrust. An orgasm is building in my core that I'm pretty sure is going to wreck me.
"I'm close!" I sob, gripping his shoulders tightly to brace myself as he almost fucks me off the end of the bed.
He leans down and pulls a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hard, and I fly over the edge, shouting my ecstasy into the room. His shout joins mine as my pussy clamps down on him, milking his orgasm from him. A layer of sweat slicks our bodies as he plows into me, filling me to the brim with every drop of his cum until it spills out between us.
Finally, with one last groan, he pushes into me as far as he can go and then collapses on top of me. I lower my legs from his shoulders, my pussy still holding his cock tightly. Slowly, we come back down to earth, our breathing harsh in the quiet of the room. My body is flushed, still stuffed full of his cock, electrified with little aftershocks from the hardest climax I've ever experienced.
I peek up at Ash with a satisfied smile, and the way he's looking at me takes my breath away. Like I'm his queen. He kisses me, slow and deep and tender, bringing a lump to my throat.
“Are you okay, Kitten?” he asks in concern.
“Better than okay. Amazing,”I whisper.
"No words," he mutters, his expression stunned. "I have no words to describe what we just shared."
"I do," I murmur. "It’s love. I love you, Ash. Always have. Always will."
He dips his head to mine again, kissing me as if he'll never get enough of my mouth. "I love you, too, Ivy."
He lifts his weight off me, and we both groan as he slips out of me. He's still semi-hard, despite coming twice in the last hour. It's a heady sensation, knowing we get to do this again and again.
He pulls me into him, arranging me so he's spooning me from behind, his hand cupping my breast. I snuggle back against him, completely content, and his dick slides between my ass cheeks, the head nudging my sensitive clit.
"Dear God, does it ever go down?" I ask in wonder.
His laugh is a rumble against my back. "I did warn you. He's been hard for you for years, Kitten. But you're mine now, and I plan to get inside your pretty little pussy as often as is humanly possible."
"Sounds good," I mumble, my eyelids drooping.
He presses a kiss on my shoulder. "Sleep now."
I close my eyes with a sigh. I finally have everything I've ever wanted. I hope I can hold onto him.
Chapter Eight
Ashton
I wake up the following day with Ivy draped across my body. Gently disentangling myself without waking her, I get up and head for the bathroom to wash up.
There's something I need to do, and it's better if I do it alone.
An hour later, I'm knocking on Kathy's door, having called ahead to tell her I was on my way. She opens the front door with a welcoming smile. "Ash! Good to see you." Her eyes move past me, looking for Ivy. She returned from New York late last night, and I know she's expecting me to return with her daughter. "Where's Ivy?"
"Can I come in?" I ask instead of answering her question.
"Of course." She moves back, holding the door open for me, and I step inside, watching as she closes it behind me. "Is everything okay? Is Ivy okay? I tried to call last night to see how she was, but there was no reply from either of your cells."
"She's fine," I'm quick to reassure her. "She was tired, so I left her sleeping."
A slight frown puckers Kathy's brow at my choice of words, but it's quickly gone as she turns towards the living room. She has no reason not to trust me. There's no way she’d suspect I took her daughter’s virginity and fucked her raw last night.
“How was your trip?” I ask, following her through to the lounge.
