Page 32 of Asylum (The Wellard Asylum #9)

I t’s been too long since I’ve tasted her sweet pussy.

She’s asleep, lying on her back, and I slowly pull open her thighs, my shoulders pinning them wide. My fingers spread open her abused pussy, my tongue fucking her swollen hole.

Fuck.

Her flavor is intoxicating, a combination of both of us. It goes straight to my head, and I’m cum-drunk, stabbing my tongue inside her, stretching the appendage to consume every drop I can find.

My fingers dig into her soft flesh as I circle her clit, pulling a sweet moan from her lips. She tenses for a moment but relaxes as I circle her opening with one finger, barely dipping it inside. She rocks her hips, begging for more, but I don’t give in, driving her as crazy as she does me.

It’s imperative she feels a fraction of the madness I’ve experienced these last few weeks, waiting for her to find her way back to me. I’m making an effort to be the man she needs, but my patience was slipping when I came home last night.

“Andrew, don’t tease me,” she begs, and I long to hear her cry out my name.

I miss my true identity on her lips, her sweet cries for me. Atlas .

Pushing two fingers deep inside her, I curl them upwards, hitting the spot that always makes her come.

She cries out, fueling my desire, the threads of my control fraying.

Nipping her clit, I finger fuck her pussy hard and fast until she’s clenching around me, screaming.

I rip my fingers free from her vise-like grip, her tight hole expanding before she squirts all over my face, dripping onto the sheets beneath us.

My tongue darts out, catching the liquid, groaning as my cock twitches in response. Crawling up her body, her eyes open, dazed and unfocussed. “Good morning, little doll.”

“Good morning,” she whispers, her cheeks flushing as I lean down, taking her mouth in a slow kiss.

“My cock wants inside here,” I murmur against her lips, and she gasps. “Do you want me to fuck your face?” I kiss her again, my tongue lazily stroking her mouth. “Do you want to choke on my cock, sweet girl?”

Her body begins to tremble, and she nods. “Show me how.”

“So fucking obedient.” I grin. “Stay as you are. I’ll talk you through it.”

She nods again, and I place a knee beside each of her shoulders. Palming my cock, I pump it twice, guiding it to her lips. “Open.”

She obeys beautifully, sticking out her tongue. Sliding inside her warm mouth is something I can’t put into words.

I imagine it’s heaven and hell, if there were such a thing.

Her lips stretch around me, the sight causing my hips to punch forward, and she chokes.

I pull back, allowing her to breathe for a moment.

Gripping the top of the headboard, I angle my hips, pushing further into her mouth.

She relaxes, taking me easier, as I fuck her throat deeper.

She moans, hollowing her cheeks, creating a delicious suction around me.

“That’s it, little doll. Swallow my cock like a good girl,” I grit out, clenching my jaw to keep from embarrassing myself already.

I don’t know where she learned to suck dick, but she hardly feels inexperienced.

Her stepbrother was the only sexual encounters she had before me.

We were together a handful of times at the asylum.

But right now, she feels like a fucking porn star trying to suck my soul through my cock.

She’s exactly what I want.

Thrusting my hips, I fuck her face just as hard and fast as I fuck her cunt.

The tiny noises she’s making have me gripping the headboard so tightly, I feel like I could snap the iron rod in half.

Delicate fingers caress my balls, and the breath rushes out of my lungs as she gives them a firm tug. “Fuck!”

She does it again, a tingling sensation gathering at the base of my spine.

She looks up at me from beneath her lashes, and the trail of tears cascading down her face mixed with the drool leaking from the corners of her mouth are my undoing.

My balls tighten, my cock slightly swelling before I drive down her throat for the final time, shooting my cum down her throat.

She swallows every drop, and as I slip from between her lips, she breathes deeply.

Making my way down the mattress, my eyes catch on her needy cunt, swollen and begging to be filled.

My cock hardens again as I grip her hips, flipping her onto her belly.

I don’t give her time to process what’s happening as I slam inside her, my eyes rolling back in my head.

I’m still sensitive, and the feeling of her wrapped around me has my legs shaking involuntarily.

My gaze lands on her perfect ass, bouncing as I fuck her hard, her screams and pleas fueling the monster inside me.

Saliva drips from my tongue, landing on her asshole, and I use my finger to push it inside.

She tenses, but I don’t stop. A deep moan leaves her lips as I add another finger.

“I’m about to fuck your tight ass, little doll. ”

She whimpers as I pull out of her dripping pussy, notching the head of my cock at her back hole.

I take it easy on her, pushing inside slowly, giving her time to adjust. She watches me over her shoulder, tears leaking from her eyes, and my hips shoot forward, filling her completely.

She screams, and I give her two seconds of reprieve before I begin a punishing rhythm.

She’s a crying, blubbering mess, but her hips match mine, thrust for thrust.

“That’s my girl. You like my cock in your ass? You want to be my good, little slut, don’t you?”

She whimpers, and I slip two fingers inside her sloppy cunt, her arousal making it easy to slip in a third. I’ve filled all her holes in a matter of minutes, and she’s still begging for more. Olivia was meant to be my little whore from the moment I first saw her.

Perfectly packaged to satisfy my cock.

My thumb presses against her clit, my fingers slipping in and out of her as I drive my cock into her ass.

It’s the perfect storm for an orgasm so powerful, she’ll never forget who she belongs to.

She screams my name as her body locks up, her ass clenching around me so tightly, I have no choice but to succumb to my own release.

I pump her so full of cum, it leaks out around me as I slowly thrust in and out of her tight hole.

She collapses onto the mattress, and I do the same beside her, pulling her into my arms. While I’m not into feelings, and all the emotional shit, I do enjoy holding her.

She turns over, trailing her fingers across my cheek, down the center of my throat. She smiles shyly. “You know what the perfect ending to this shameful morning activity would be?”

“I believe we just experienced the perfect ending.” I grin as she smacks me on the chest.

“A drive on the back roads with the windows down, enjoying the fresh air.”

The euphoric afterglow ends abruptly.

Not this shit again.

After the fucking I just gave her, you’d think she’d be compliant, not fucking annoying.

Rolling out of bed, I slide on my briefs before leaving the room, seething at her audacity.

She should be grateful.

Content.

Instead, she always wants more. She’s never satisfied.

“Andrew!” She shouts, hurried footsteps sounding on the hardwood floor behind me.

Spinning around, I grip her biceps as she attempts to stop before crashing into me. “Am I not enough? Do I not treat you well? Give you everything you need? Stay by your side?” My anger is rising to a dangerous boiling point; one Olivia has never witnessed in this new life or the last.

“What?” She rears back as if I’ve slapped her.

“You’re always trying to leave!” I shout before storming through the house once again.

I need some fucking space before I do something I can’t take back.