Until Her - Ami Van Page 0,53

It kills him to think about the men in her past that have done so but they’ve never owned her. He can feel the truth of that in his heartless chest. No one has ever gotten every drop of her like he has. No one has ever demanded her complete submission before him. His uttered words are to tell her that too; to make her grasp who she was made for. To tell her she belongs to him now.

“Please,” her plea comes, letting go of her inhibitions and her self doubt.

Her plea makes him harder than he’s ever been in his entire fucking life. It’s more than he can handle and makes him extremely impatient now. The need to bury his cock deep inside her nearly makes him laugh as if her needs control his own.

His finger slips from the heat of her.

“Turn over,” he tells her, his voice huskier than he expects.

She immediately flips onto her stomach without hesitation, and then onto her elbows and knees without question.

It’s a fucking marvelous sight.

She stays in that position without looking back as he moves behind her. It’s pure torture to see her ass and pussy glistening, awaiting…inviting…him.

Before he touches her body with his still slick fingers, he reaches forward and presses those fingers to her lips, forcing them in between. He didn’t have to tell her what to do. Her lips part and vacuum in those fingers, tasting herself. When her tongue twirls around them, his dick is slamming into her pussy, making her lips cover more of his finger.

“Fuck,” he hisses. He’s not going to last much longer and he can’t even blame it on his age. He isn’t that old.

It’s her. She drives him fucking crazy and makes him lose control and wit.

He can’t help but look down at his slickened dick every time he pulls out of her. Her cream paints him to the hilt and has him pounding into her as fast as his heart’s rhythm.

He can feel her body jerking and matching his rhythm. Her tells are all there, screaming how close she is and it only drives him to hammer into her like a fucking lunatic.

He removes his fingers from her mouth. Both of his hands grab each of her wrists, pinning them behind her back as he continues his conquest of everything that’s her.

“A-Adam,” he hears his muffled name escape.

“That’s it, kitten. Let go,” he tells her. He’s fucking her hard yet his words and sentiments are gentle.

She struggles to free herself from his clutch when he feels her walls begin their pulsing. He tightens his hold around her wrists with one hand. His other palm on her back to hold her down, forcing her to accept the pleasure waiting for her.

And she crashes.

She crashes and he burns.

He spills into her and she washes away his sins with the innocence of her unbridled pleasure.

Eight days. That’s how long Ariana has been at the estate. Of those eight days, three of them have been a fucking nightmare for her even though she hides her feening of the drugs. He can always see when she’s hanging by a thin thread.

He can’t keep her in his bedroom forever. He’s not a fool and won’t take all the credit for her ability to keep herself intact. She’s grown stronger. When she needs a moment, she asks him for that moment. When she feels she needs more, she hasn’t been afraid to ask him for more either.

She’s fighting and she’ll keep fighting because he’ll make sure she knows…she’s worth the fight.

It’s Jazzy who seems to help her the most though. Ariana lights up whenever she’s around his daughter even when they are doing the most mundane of things…like homework. Jazzy didn’t even ask why Ariana is staying at the mansion. He’d never seen that coming but they always made sure that his daughter never saw Ariana coming or going from his bedroom.

Jazzy seems to be just as enamored by Ariana. Those two are nearly inseparable when they each have time to spare.

Like right now.

He’s watching them from the office window as they practice their art on the lawn while Ben Gaston and Stella are doing their yoga or whatever the hell it is they’re doing. Why Gaston is here, he isn’t sure. That reason better not be Ariana though. Fuck the truce if it is.

He steps away from the window, rolling his eyes at himself for the bout of jealousy. It’s fucking ludicrous. Even more laughable because he used