Page 7 of The Claiming Series: Collection 1

Ashton

I spread Ivy's legs wider, opening her sweet pussy to me.

Her breasts are heavy—two delectable mounds that jiggle as she shifts on the mattress.

They taunt me with their perfection. Licking my lips, I can still taste a trace of our mixed juices in my mouth from earlier.

Instantly I'm hard, a drizzle of pre-cum leaking from the tip of my cock.

I've had women, but I've never been at the mercy of one like I am with Ivy.

She may not know it yet, but I'm as vulnerable to her as she is to me.

And it's not only sexual. For years, I've watched her, known her, first as a protector and mentor and then as the woman she's become.

Beautiful. Strong. Feisty. Sexy as hell .

She hasn't experienced all the world has to offer yet, but she's going to—with me. My desire for her is edged with darkness, but while I may want to dominate her in the bedroom, she'll soon learn she can bring me to my knees everywhere else.

I've allowed my own selfish needs to drive me to this point, this situation.

But I don't regret it. I'll give Ivy whatever she wants, whenever she wants it, so long as she's by my side.

She'll only ever need me, my mouth on her, my cock inside her as she begs me for release.

I plan on being inside her tight cunt or her pink asshole at every opportunity, so she may as well start getting used to it right now.

"You are exquisite," I breathe, running my eyes over her naked body before settling my gaze between her legs.

Her cheeks flush at the compliment, and she bites her lip uncertainly. I can see she doubts my words, and my heart squeezes in my chest.

"Look at me," I command, tearing my eyes from my prize and focusing on her face.

"I'll never lie to you, Ivy. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, and I'm damned lucky to be the one who gets to touch you like this.

I don't care what that stupid fucking kid told you.

You're everything I’ve ever wanted, ever dreamed of, in a woman. Never forget that."

Her face lights up at my words, and her eyes glisten with unshed tears. "Ash," she whispers, moved by my words.

She looks so fucking gorgeous like this, with her blond hair curling damply around her shoulders, her pink skin, and her honey-brown eyes. She smiles at me like I'm her manna from heaven, and my ego does a tap dance.

My eyes drop back between her thighs. "I need another taste. I need your pussy scent all over my face."

"Oh, God, you say the dirtiest things," Ivy moans.

"And you love it!"

"I do," she whispers, her eyes heavy with desire.

I push her thighs further apart, and she lifts her hips an inch. She knows how good this will be, how good I'm going to make her feel because I'm the one in control of her pleasure.

"Push that pussy into my mouth, Kitten. Show me how much you want my lips and my tongue. "

She shivers and spreads her legs wider, thrusting her cunt closer to my face. I grunt with satisfaction as I see how wet she is for me, how needy.

I run my hands over her meaty thighs and around her stomach. She's curvy and voluptuous everywhere, with acres of skin I can't get enough of. My hands find her tits, and I pinch her nipples between my fingers as I settle my mouth over the puffy, pink lips of her pussy.

Ivy groans and rolls her hips rhythmically against me, trying to get off against my mouth.

I draw one whole lip into my mouth and suckle it before doing the same to the other.

Her cream overflows from her pussy and runs down her cleft towards her ass.

I dive in, licking it up like a wild animal slathering at its only source of nourishment.

Because she is my nourishment. She's the air I breathe and the reason I get out of bed in the morning.

My hands continue to squeeze and massage her heavy tits while I lap and suckle at her clit.

I'm tempted to slide a finger or two inside her, but I want my cock to be the first thing inside her tight channel.

Her inner walls will be molded to the shape of my cock, because it's the only one she'll have inside her .

My control begins to slip as I continue to eat her, sipping up the juices oozing around her inner thighs.

She fists her hands in my hair as I rub my face against her pussy like a cat, coating my face in her.

Every time my stubble abrades her sensitive flesh, she jerks and gasps, twitching against me like she's being tortured.

I grab her leg and throw it over my shoulder while I go to town on her. She shifts her hips forward, and my hands go to her ass, spreading her cheeks open so my tongue can find her tight, pink hole. I run my tongue along her, back and forth, while my thumb finds her clit and presses firmly.

"Ash!" she mewls as the tip of my tongue presses inside her tight ass. She keeps moaning my name over and over again as I pleasure her. The noises she's making as I lick her asshole have me teetering on the edge.

"Ash, I'm going to—" Her face screws up, and her thighs squeeze my head as she grinds herself against my face. She gushes into my mouth, her cries echoing around the bedroom, and that's all it takes for me to find my release.

I cum all over myself, my cock pulsing streams down my thighs. Her cunt sucks at my face, her thighs gripping me while she rides out her climax until, eventually, her shivers stop, and she slumps back onto the bed.

I lower her leg from my shoulder and push myself to my feet on shaking legs. Ivy looks at me, her eyes half-mast with the echoes of her pleasure. They slide down my body, widening as she sees my cum drizzled across my thighs.

She licks her lips. "Did you…?"

"Cum all over myself? Yeah, that's what you do to me," I say sheepishly, leaning into her and claiming her mouth in a quick kiss.

She looks inordinately pleased with herself, her mouth curved in a soft smile, her eyes running over me hungrily.

I'm not ripped with muscle, but I'm fit and healthy and keep in shape.

If the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she looks at me is any indication, she likes what she sees.

The weight of her eyes on me has my cock rock hard again.

Jesus, this woman!

My cock is going to have to wait a little longer. I plan to take my time with Ivy and make a banquet of her—but first, I need to feed her. Then, I'll fuck her.

"Enjoying the view?" I ask with a smirk, turning to face her.

"I want to touch you. Taste you," she says, looking at my turgid shaft with its bead of pre-cum glistening on the end. "You're still hard, but… you came twice," she says, confused.

Tell me about it. I don't think my dick has gone down since he decided there was only one pussy he's interested in. "It's always like this around you, Ivy. He won't go down until he gets inside you, and even then, he won't stay down for long."

Ivy trails her fingers over her magnificent tits, circling her nipples. "So? What are you waiting for?"

I prowl toward her, my shaft bobbing in front of me. "If you want it, you need to ask nicely, Kitten."

"Ash, I want your cock inside me," she says immediately. Her hips undulate as she says it, and I'm willing to bet my left nutsack she's wet for me again. I can practically smell her arousal.

I sigh. "Where are your manners?"

"Please," she whispers, her eyes needy.

I lean down, caging her in with my arms. "Don't worry, baby. I'm going to stuff you full of my cock soon enough. By the time I'm done with you, there won't be an inch of skin left unmarked by my mouth or my cum, but first of all, I'm going to feed you."

I move away from her, going commando as I pull on a pair of sweatpants. If I'm going to spend the next few hours with an erection, I need to give it a little freedom. Plus, she'll see how much I want her, how hard I am for her. Constantly.

I grab one of my t-shirts for her, pulling her to her feet and sliding it over her head.

It lands below her rounded butt. Perfect.

Tantalizing. There's nothing sexier than seeing her in one of my shirts.

I take her hand and thread our fingers together, smiling as I lead her from the bedroom to the kitchen.

I throw some sandwiches and a salad together while she perches on one of the bar stools, her eyes glued to me as I move around the kitchen. She's quiet, and I know she has questions burning on the tip of her tongue.

I place her food in front of her and pull up a stool opposite. "You eat. I'll talk," I say, nodding with satisfaction as she picks up her ham sandwich and takes a bite. "Do you know why I brought you here, Ivy?"

She swallows her mouthful before answering. " Because Brent tried to rape me, and Mom didn't want to leave me in the house alone."

I study her closely. It's clear she still believes that, despite what we've shared up to this point.

"That's only a small part of it. I told you earlier that I've wanted you for years, a fact I've wrestled with time and time again.

I've watched you grow into a beautiful woman who's stolen my heart to the point where I haven't been with anyone else for years.

You're the only one I want, Ivy, from now to the grave. "

I take a deep breath, forcing myself to continue.

She needs to know it all so she can make her decision.

"I want all of you. I want to share everything with you, show you different places, and cheer you on in your career.

I want to be the man in your life, put a ring on your finger, and plant my seed in your womb.

You told me you want me, but if you don't want me in the same way, this is your only chance to leave.

Because once I get inside you, I'll tie you to the fucking bed to keep you. "

Her eyes widen as I finish. Her sandwich lies forgotten on her plate. She's silent for so long, it scares me. After a minute, she stands, moving toward me and pressing my legs open on the stool so she can settle her hips between them.

"You don't need to tie me to the bed to keep me, Ash," she murmurs, threading her hands through my hair. "I've been yours since before I was legal, in here," she says, placing a hand over her heart.

That's all I need to hear. I scoop Ivy up and head for the bedroom.