and she wiggles.
“Yes, God, yes.”
“Gonna flip you over. Keep a hold of the headboard. Understand?”
She nods.
I pull free of her, flip her over and jerk her hips up high, stretching her out across the bed until her arms are stretched tight over her head.
I smooth my hands over her gorgeous ass and down her spine. She arches like a cat and begs me to take her.
“Fuck me. Please.”
I pop one round globe of her ass with a smack and watch it jiggle. I dip my fingers to her pussy, circling and dragging the wetness up to her clit. I massage circles around it again and again.
“This what you want?”
“Yes, don’t stop. Please.”
“You close, baby?” I ask.
She nods, beyond words, her face buried in the mattress.
“I want you to come around my dick this time. Tell me you want that.”
She nods again.
I smack her ass again. “Say it.”
“Yes, please. Fuck me. Make me come.”
I continue to play with her until she’s panting and trembling. Then I take my dick and circle her clit and her opening. I’m so hard for her I can’t delay much longer.
“Oh God,” she moans. “Please.”
I plunge inside her. It only takes a few strokes, and she’s coming around my dick, squeezing down hard around me like a velvet glove. I’m so ready for release, and I feel it crawling up from the base of my spine, tingling, my balls tightening until I can’t hold back. I explode in one of the best orgasms of my life, locking my arms around her hips and coming hard. I groan, falling to one palm on the bed near her ribs and stroking her ass with the other. “Fuck, baby. So good,” I murmur, dipping to press a kiss between her shoulder blades. I feel her walls flutter around me, milking every last drop from me. Finally, I pull free.
“Don’t move,” I order and pad to the adjacent bathroom to deal with the condom. I return with a washcloth. She’s still in the same position, her knees tucked under her, her ass in the air, hands on the headboard.
“Lay down, sweetheart.”
She straightens her legs and sinks into the mattress. I wipe her clean, then slide next to her, gathering her in my arms. She’s limp and relaxed. I bring her head to my chest and press kisses along her forehead.
“You good?”
“So good,” she whispers in response and cuddles closer.
We drift off to sleep in a matter of minutes.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rusty—
After waking and enjoying another rousing bout of sex in Ashlynn’s bed, we move to the front porch and curl up on her big swing and watch the rain. She dozes in my arms, and I love how she’s finally relaxed enough in my presence to do that. I kiss the top of her head and breathe in her scent. It’s like warm peaches and spice, and I’m already fucking hooked.
The lower half of my leg hangs over the edge and every so often I give a nudge with my toe to keep the swing moving. I look at the big ropes that hold it up, wondering if I can make one of these.
Ashlynn stirs, and my palm strokes the soft warm skin of her naked back. I thread my fingers into her hair and let the silky strands cascade over my hand.
She moves and dips her head, pressing a kiss to my chest.
I don’t want to ruin the mood, but I’ve got some questions, and it’s time she gave me some answers. “You awake, Vegas?”
I feel her smile against my skin. “Told you, I’m not answering to that nickname.”
I chuckle. “You don’t get a say in your nickname, darlin’. That’s not how it works.”
She turns her head and nips at me.
I tighten my hold on her hair and gently pull her head enough to smile down into her face. “Careful, baby. I bite back.”
She grins. “I know.”
I dip my head and kiss her lips. “Wanna ask you something.”
I immediately feel her body tense.
“Rusty, I—”
“Relax,” I order. “No need for you to get all worked up.”
“That depends, doesn’t it? What do you want to know?”
She tries to sound nonchalant, but there’s an edge to her tone.
“I think you know I’m not a stupid man, and I can add two and two. So tell me what you’re runnin’ from.” My voice is calm, but it’s the no-nonsense tone I use with the club.
She turns, twisting until the front of her body is no longer pressed to my side. She covers herself with the