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Chapter 9

Ainsley

I stand up quickly, surprised that I even said that out loud to him. I have been so turned on since the second he started rolling up his freaking sleeves in the kitchen. From then on, there has been a constant wetness that has been pooling in my underwear, and now it is running down my inner thighs.

This is Shawn. The kid that painted mud on my cheeks and held my hair when I ate too many Dunkaroos before playing at the park and threw up in the dumpster.

He follows me as I make my way to the door, the old memories mixing with the new, causing my downward spiral.

“B, huh?”

I turn around, looking up at him. Oh shit.

“Yeah.”

I say shyly, not realizing that I just let the nickname I called him when I was a teen and wished he was mine.

“Care to elaborate on that one, Lee?”

“Umm, not yet.” His long, thick arms press against the doorframe behind me, caging me in.

“Care to hear what I think it means?”

His voice drops an octave and sends goosebumps up my legs. I nod, still looking down. My emotions don’t know whether to take the reins and crash my lips into his or simply go hide under the covers in the room next door. His words break the inner war going on in my head.

“I think you use it when you want me. When you’re consumed with desire and need me to take over. You don’t want to fight the battle of your emotions telling you to take what you want from me or if you should retreat and deny yourself.”

Damn. I forgot how well he can read me. Looking up at him, I shrug my shoulders.

His laugh tells me that he already knows he’s right.

“Look, I know we literally just, um, like met again and, um, I should probably get some rest because I have work in the morning. So, thanks for the shirt. Sleep sweet, Shawn. I’m so happy that you are in Toronto.”

I hope he sees my flustered seriousness as my white flag, my surrender of emotions, that I’m keeping us safe a little longer before we’re lost at sea.

He tisks, then lets out a low, almost grunt as I try to turn to leave, but his shirt I’m wearing snags pulling me backwards. Hard. I stumble backwards and realize he pulled me back in.

Fuck, that was sexy.

One more foot back, and I’ll be sitting on his bed again. He walks over to me and cups the sides of my face with each hand. He leans down so his mouth is about an inch from mine, and every hair on my body lights up.

Is he really about to do this? After all this time?

He brings his mouth a breath away from mine.

“You will never have to ask me again to kiss you.”

Then his lips come crashing down to mine.

Dead.

Ainsley Louise Harris has left the world. You can refer to me as Mrs. Salisu.

His lips are so soft and warm, guiding mine with gentle movements, and I immediately open up for him, feeling overwhelmed with need as he sucks and bites my lower lip. Holy shit.

My nipples pebble under my bra and my pussy tingles with a numbness that causes it to pulse even more than before. His tongue dives into my mouth, and I meet his as we literally try to morph our mouths together.

I never want to kiss another human being. Can you orgasm from a kiss?

I moan so loud I startle us, and he pulls away.

No, no, nope.

I lean further into him, grabbing the back of his neck to press my mouth closer to his. A low grunt leaves his chest as he realizes I want to devour him as much as he wants to devour me.

He reaches down, trailing his long, calloused fingers over the back of my thighs. Grabbing me from behind my knees and lifting me so I can wrap my legs around his waist. I lock my feet above his tight fucking ass and go back to kissing the fuck out of this man. Clawing his beard as my tongue sweeps back into his mouth. I can’t help as my body moves slowly up and down. I need friction to soothe the throbbing between my legs that has been building all evening. He breaks our kiss, and I gasp, finally taking a full breath of air.

He looks at me. His brown eyes have now turned dark black, a look of pure want and need.

“I swear to God, Lee, if that’s your wet fucking pussy dripping all over my shirt, I’m going to blow my load right fucking now.”

I blush, knowing how wet I must be making him, and I squirm to get down, but he holds me tighter. He shakes his head and smiles.

“No, baby, you don’t understand what I’m saying. I’m going to need this pretty pink pussy on my face in the next ten seconds, so I can drown in all that goodness you’re rubbing all over me. I don’t want to waste another drop on just my shirt.”

I look up at him in shock. But now that we have crossed this line, a little confidence takes over me.

I point to the bed and smile.

“Then why are we still standing here and not over there?”

He growls as he throws me on the bed and slowly takes his shirt off, revealing muscles on muscles, and each divot of his abs shines from the lamplight in the room. This man is a tall Greek God. No wonder the Titans freaking signed him. He is a freaking Titan. Wetness builds, and I squeeze my thighs together to keep it from making a mess. Slowly, I take off the shirt he gave me, and he stops, leaving his shorts on. Watching me intently, following my hands as they reach behind my back and undo my lace bra, throwing it to the side of the bed with his shirt. My thong is all that’s left. I sit back on the edge of my heels, letting him take me in. He blows out the longest breath and throws his head back.

“Shit, you have the most perfect pair of tits on this earth.”

“These?”

I slowly grab my ample girls and squeeze them together, pinching my nipples. He climbs over to me, immediately sucking my right nipple in between his lips, and I let out a small whimper, throwing my head back. His lips pop off my nipple and latches onto the other, bringing it fully into his mouth, swirling his tongue around before nipping the tip. I lean back and fall onto his pillow. He follows me, mouth still on my tit. I sigh as his mouth comes off of my nipple, and he flicks it.

“These are going to get fucked and covered in my cum at some point, and I can’t fucking wait.”

My nipples harden and perk up even more at his promise. He notices, bringing his massive hands back up to clamp down on them, using his fingers to pull up my nipples, stretching them upward before he releases them.

I nod eagerly. Shit, I want that so fucking bad. He sees how needy I am and kisses his way down my stomach and stops at the top of my lace panties.

“Jesus, Lee. I can already fucking smell you. I’m going to try my hardest to hold back from wanting to devour this pussy over and over. You better flood me in your goodness, baby.”

Fuck me. I want this man to get his fill of me. To drain every drop that I can give.

“Will you be my good girl and take off this thong for me, or am I going to need to rip these off?”

He says in a low tone that sends another set of shivers down my spine.

If he keeps talking to me like that, I will literally want to sit on his cock and ride him all night long.

Before I can even move my hands to my underwear, I feel a pull and then a tearing of fabric.

“I’m not waiting any longer, Sunshine.”

He comes up to my waist, circling his arms around me and spins. Flipping us on the bed so he is below me and well now, I’m straddled over his cock.

Fuck a mother fucking duck. That can’t be his cock pressing into my clit. No fucking way. I’m out if that is actually his cock I’m feeling against my now bare pussy. He sees my eyes go wide.

“Baby, I’ve got you. We’ll make it fit. You can do anything you put your mind to.”

He sits up, smirks, and taps the side of my temple. Funny. He thinks he’s clever. He leans back on his pillow and points to his mouth.

“Right here, baby! Sit that pretty wet ass pussy right here and hold on to my headboard.”

Well, shit. Don’t have to tell me twice.

I may have been born in Texas, but I’ve never ‘ridden’ anything but cock and my eagerness takes over as I climb up this gorgeous man’s body. I put my knees on either side of his face, leaving my pussy at his eye level. Grabbing the edges of the headboard, I look down as he taps my inner thighs, looking up into my eyes.

“At any point, if you need me to stop doing something, just say ‘Foul,’ got it?”

I feel his breath on my pussy and I shiver. Anticipating the complete consumption of this breathtaking man.

“Words, Sunshine.”

“Yes, I will say ‘Foul’ if I need you to stop,” I whisper.

“Good girl. Now sit that cunt on my mouth. I’m fucking thirsty.”

I gasp as he takes both of my thighs and yanks me down onto his face. He chuckles and growls at the same time as his tongue flattens, licking along my seam to the top of my clit and swirls.

Hell motherfucking yes.

This man knows what the fuck to do with his tongue. I mentally high five myself and he grips my ass with both hands and kneads my cheeks, persuading me to grind on his face. His beard adds an extra level of tickling sensation I didn’t know I was missing out on. As I slowly rock more on his face, he licks and sucks. Creating a rhythm, adding pressure that already has my orgasm building.

Quickly, I pull up and sit on my knees. I need to hold back and prevent the orgasm from happening too soon. I want this to last as long as possible. He looks up at me as I drop my eyes to his.

“Fuck baby. You were soaking me. You edging yourself, so you fucking squirt on me?”

I nod frantically, still trying to let the previous almost orgasm die, and he smiles. Slapping my ass hard.

“Get that pussy back here.”

He pulls me back down, going into a new, more intense pattern of sucks, nips, and licks. My legs shake as I feel my orgasm building again. He is working my clit with his tongue so hard, and I know he can feel how close I am as I pick up my pace, grinding down on him. His hands sink deeper into my ass as he only guides me to ride him harder.

Shit. I feel like I could break his fucking nose if I keep riding him like this. Slowly, his hand sinks deeper into my backside. His middle finger dipping just barely into my asshole. I yelp. Shooting off him knowing if I don’t, I’ll cum. My legs are still trembling as he looks up at me again.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Was that too much? You need more pressure if you are going to squirt all over me.”

He says with an eyebrow raised in question. I sigh and drop my chin to my chest. I swear, every time I read about it or research what to do, I can never get it right.

“I can’t fucking squirt!” I breathe out, annoyed by denying myself another orgasm and knowing I still can’t do it.

He taps the side of my leg, and I look at him.

“Oh, Sunshine, yes you can. My girl is just too much in her head. It takes time and pressure, and the edging helps. Be completely relaxed, and remember, this is new for both of us. If it doesn’t happen tonight, I’ll get you there. Trust me, baby.”

I sigh and smile at how easy it has always been to trust Shawn. Slowly sitting myself back down on his face, it doesn’t take long for my orgasm to pick up again. Shawn brings his hand back to my ass, this time two fingers going right into my ass, working them in and out and his tongue swirling around my clit.

“Yes, Shawn! Just like that, shit. Yes, babe!”

FUCK. No wonder this man is an athlete. He’s great at multitasking.

He curls his fingers into my ass and presses in while his tongue pulls aways and his lips suck my clit in his mouth. The waves are building so fast I can’t stop them this time. My entire body shakes, and I grip the headboard until my knuckles are white. A high-pitched scream leaves my body as I feel the pressure almost like I might explode out of my vagina, but I also feel like I’m going to pee. Shit.

“I’m gonna pee!”

I yell and try to pull up. He grips my thighs hard and pulls me in deeper, adding a third finger to my ass.

“No, baby. Push it out. Hard. I’ll be okay, no matter what.”

He bites my clit and sucks hard. I feel the orgasm hit and scream.

“HOLY SHIT, B!”

A small amount of liquid trickling out of my pussy, mixing with my cum. It’s just a little, and I’m so shocked that the last pulses of my orgasm stop. I sit up on my knees, my eyes still closed, as Shawn drags his fingers out of me. I let out a slow exhale when a sharp smack hits my ass. My eyes fly open, and I look down. He is smirking up at me.

“I told you that you could do it! You were probably so excited that you didn’t quite finish. Relax and let it fully release next time.”

I climb off him and lay down beside him, smiling at his encouraging words.

“That felt so fucking good, B. Shit, I need your cock now. Please.”

My hand snakes its way over to his shorts.

“Sunshine, you can have it anytime you want.”

He sits up and pulls off his shorts, leaving him in just his boxers. I grab a pillow off the bed, throw it on the floor, and drop to my knees. He scoots forward, sitting on the bed in front of me. Pulling my chin up to look at me in my eyes.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but I know I can get rough. So tap me twice on my leg if you want a break or need to stop.”

I nod and smile back at him.

“I think I’ll be okay,” I add with a wink.

He slides his snug boxers down and his cock nearly hits me in the face.

Well fuck, maybe I won’t be okay.

His cock is long and thick as fuck in front of me. How is this going to fit in my mouth, let alone my pussy?

“Lee.”

I’m stopped from my anxious thoughts and look up at Shawn instead of the stare that I’ve had transfixed on his dick. I clear my throat.

“Yep.”

“I got you, baby. I’ll show you what to do and stop if you ever need to. Now get out of your head and do something before I have to jerk myself off all over those perfect tits, just watching you stare at my cock.”

I gulp as a bolt of excitement takes over. Simultaneously, I grasp the base of his dick with one hand. Licking the slit on his head with the tip of my tongue before sliding under the base of his cock and sucking hard. I look back up at him through my lashes to see him throw his head back and groan.

“SHIT. Damn it, Lee. I'm going to cum so hard. Do you want to swallow my cum, or do you want me to paint you with it?”

I look at him with determination in my eyes.

“Both.”