by Snow, Nicole
“You're right, babe, the now's all that matters here. I'm taking everything tonight. Everything that's mine since I put my brand on your skin – everything that's always belonged to me since we were kids. You, Elle Jo, you and that hot little cunt that's been made for this dick since the day you were born!”
His hips rolled, pushing him into me.
My back arched and my legs folded around him. I ran on raw, feminine instinct when I felt him opening me, stretching me apart, changing my flesh to accommodate his thick, hard length.
There was a slight tearing sensation, and then a terrible itch. He moved his cock deep and then stopped, swearing underneath his breath, taking a moment to soak in the fact that we were finally, finally one.
“Love this fucking pussy, Elle Jo,” he growled, lowering his mouth to mine, cutting off a moan. “Fucking love you.”
I couldn't even answer. He started fucking me. Long, tense, gradual strokes that came a little harder and faster each time his hips met mine.
The fiery itch in my pussy became a raging inferno. My head rolled from side to side. A pleasure I'd never known before, not even with his hands or mouth, opened up below us and swallowed me whole.
Oh, God. Oh, Shit. Oh, Asphalt!
I pushed my hips into his, learning how to fuck him back. Loving every single second of it, everything our bodies could do when they were bound together like this. Of course, we'd barely scratched the surface, but something told me we weren't going to stop until he'd scratched me so deep I'd be lucky to walk.
“Hold the fuck on, baby,” he ordered, pulling at my ass with his thick hands.
He hoisted me onto his cock, lifting my hips up in the air, all the better to deepen his strokes. He pounded into me, really hit me deep. His expression transformed from soft, eager lover to outlaw killer.
Nothing was stopping him now. Not even death could've prevented him from fucking me straight to the headboard, and I practically climbed it when his pubic bone ground against my clit, shoving me deeper, deeper, deeper into ecstasy.
Muscles I didn't know I had around my spine tensed up. This tension with him was awful before. This time, it was totally stupefying, and it would've destroyed me if he hadn't power fucked me like a maniac.
His hips crashed into mine. The sharp creak of the bed and the slap our skin disappeared in the roar of my own blood, my heartbeat, pounding like a clock ticking down the last seconds to the greatest release of my life.
Asphalt.
Austin.
Husband. Lover. Alpha. Omega.
I wasn't sure if I screamed them all or just thought every word. It didn't matter a second later when the pleasure swept me away in a storm, tossing and turning, howling up at the ceiling that had turned into a hot, white sky.
His cock shook me without mercy while my pussy convulsed. Asphalt sounded like a wild animal, dragged my body into his, pinching my ass so hard it would've hurt something fierce if I wasn't so drunk on pleasure.
My climax shook me apart, tore apart time, making me lose track of everything except the bombs exploding all over my body. My senses came back while he fucked me with wild abandon.
No reserve. Nothing except the bestial need that had fully taken him over, driven him to own me the most primal way a man could.
“Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna bust inside you, babe. Spill every damned drop 'til you're leaking me for days!” His eyes narrowed, like it took all his energy to hold onto the great weight inside him. “Tell me you're on the pill, the patch – fuck, I don't care! I'm not wasting shit.”
“Yes! Come, please come.” I went stark raving mad.
My legs pinched tight to his legs, holding on like vices so he couldn't even think about pulling away. I'd been on the pill for about a year, hoping I'd finally find the right man, though the last few days had been screwed up.
If I'd missed a few, it didn't matter. Just then, I didn't fucking care about anything except the blinding pleasure tearing me in two. Nothing else mattered except being wed to him at a fluid level, filled and mated with his seed, the only thing in the world that could put out this fire.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He threw his head back and drove into me, jerking my ass with all his might.
Our hips wedged together and his cock swelled inside me, a new, wild heat hotter than anything else.
We came together. My pussy massaged his length just as his first hot jet hurled inside me, streaking right to my womb. He spilled his fiery load as deep as it would possibly go, making me feel his weight the whole time as he held me down, fucking his come into me.
He owned my body like nobody ever had, like no man ever would. I loved it – freaking loved it – couldn't imagine sex any other way now that I'd had it at its finest.
Asphalt wasn't lying about filling me. His seed pulsed again and again, completely flooded me, then spilled out onto the sheets, even as he held his cock in me for several minutes. Slow, shallow strokes worked it deeper still, rubbed it into me until our very DNA tangled like our bodies.
The rough, slow fade of his growl brought me back to life. I opened my eyes and the room and tried to stop the room from spinning.
His kiss helped. Our lips pressed together, desperately seeking a more tender satisfaction. Everything we needed to take the savage edge off the coupling that left my thighs shaking, and probably bruised my butt cheeks where his fingers had almost pinched the life out of me.
“We're going to pay for this tomorrow. This has to be the longest day of my life,” I said softly, loving how his forehead rested against mine.
“Fuck tomorrow, baby girl. The next twenty-four hours are just you, me, and this bed. You'd better hope I pass the fuck out next to you, or I'll keep owning this sweet pussy in your sleep.” He kissed me again, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth biting it until I whimpered. “I've had my taste, and it's not enough. Not even fuckin' close! I'm addicted to you, Ell-Bell, if you want the cold truth. You thought we'd fuck some of this shit outta our system? I thought so too. I hoped it'd go down that way. Fuck, babe, I was wrong. I've gotta fuck you at least ten more times before I even think about stopping.”
His hand cupped my mound and squeezed. More of his seed spilled out into his palm. He caught it, held it, pushed it back into me with thunder in his throat.
“Jesus, Asphalt...what's happened tonight?”
He sounded insane. But damn if it didn't turn me on, until I started questioning my own sanity too.
“I've finally found a pussy attached to a chick worth filling, fucking, claiming for the rest of my life. You're all I ever wanted, Elle, and that shit hasn't changed a single bit since I finally got you in my bed.” He sucked my lip again, biting it harder, drawing a tiny drop of blood.
I moaned, kissed him back, pulled at his strong lips with my own teeth. Seriously, what the hell was going on?
“Mark my words, babe. You're my property, and it's goddamned beautiful. I'm never, ever letting this go unfucked for more than a day. Shit, I'm never letting you go anywhere without me again. You belong to me, Elle Jo. Tonight's the start of forever.”
VI: Fissure (Asphalt)
Don't know how the hell we managed to get a single wink in overnight. The exhaustion must've just knocked our asses down at some point.
Didn't matter that I fucked and filled her perfect cunt more times than I could count before we crashed. I woke up with my balls aching like they hadn't spat fire for days, my cock hammering so hard it tented the damned sheets.
I'd spilled pre-come all over her sweet, round ass in my sleep. My hips rolled. One push between her cheeks, and her eyes fluttered open. I shoved my length down, holding it against her pussy, moving my hand across her 'til she rolled the fuck over.
“Wow, so it wasn't just a dream,” she mused, then made a face and winced. “I'm hungry.”
I laughed. “Babe, I'll get us a feast after you work up an appetite. Spread your legs.”
She didn't resist as I pulled her smooth thighs apart. My tongue w
ent to work, taking her tits in my hands and mouth. I hadn't even begun to tease her pink, perky nipples with my tongue.
How many times had I felt those fucking things poking me in the chest? How many times did I imagine those perfectly palm-sized tits in my hands, squeezing 'em like pillows as I fucked her raw?
Now, they melted in my mouth. She moaned as I sucked her buds deep, flicking my tongue against each one, hungrily devouring her inch by inch.
I couldn't take it a second longer. Flipped her over 'til she had her ass up, then spread her legs again and shoved my cock against her slit.
Hot, wet heat enveloped my dick. I bared my teeth, clenched my damned jaw 'til I thought I'd shatter all my teeth. The rough, primal urge to fuck this woman to ashes clashed with the mad desire to keep her safe.
My fucked up brain wanted to take her, own her, destroy her all at once.
She infuriated me. She twisted me the fuck up and did a thousand other sorts of sappy shit no other woman had ever pumped into my guts. Really, my Ell-Bell turned me on like nothing else ever would, and my dick ached when I wasn't in her.
I remedied that here in bed.
Long, vicious, bed shaking strokes slid down into her pussy. She started to cry out when I got ten thrusts in, pressing her little hands against the pillows, tearing at them for support. I covered her with my body, grabbed her wrists, and held her the fuck down.
Only caused her ass to slam against me harder. Perfect.
We fucked hard, relentless. Fucked her like I thought I'd never have this pussy again, because I'd been craving it like a motherfucking junkie for the past four years. And now that I had it, I was never going back to anything else.
I'd taken a few cherries in my life, but Elle's was the last, only virgin pussy that ever mattered. I'd broken her in and I still stretched her sweet flesh every time my cock sank balls deep.
I'd make her mine every fucking way a man could. My wife, my old lady, my whore, no holes barred.
I fucked to tame her too. Reaching between her legs, I found her clit and stroked it furious while my cock slammed into her. She arched her back and screamed, legs shaking, proof she was about to come.
When I saw that shit, I really laid into her. Grabbed her hair with my free hand, held her down by the weight of my thrusts, just fucking her 'til she smashed her face into the pillows.
It was all she could do to stifle the earsplitting scream. I ripped her up by her golden hair halfway through so I could listen to what I'd done.
“Don't stop coming for me, babe. Don't hide it. Not today, not ever,” I growled, giving her ass a firm swat when she calmed down.
She came hard. Music to my ears.
Her pussy clenched, sucked, milked every inch of me. I almost busted then and there, but I wasn't done with this pussy yet. Not by half.
Pulling out, I yanked her against me and we rolled together. I flopped back and tugged her onto my cock, manhandling her tits while she slowly sank down on every inch, learning to ride me.
“Faster, baby girl,” I ordered, my balls starting to burn.
Fuck, she looked hot. Her blue eyes shone so bright, her blonde hair bobbed wild when she started picking up speed, those soft lips I could bite all day slowly opening as new pleasure took her over.
Didn't start fucking her back 'til she'd found her groove. Then I laid into her, grabbed her ass, pulled her up, down, sideways on my cock, angling my thrusts to find new spots in her pussy to own.
“Asphalt!”
She looked at me as her eyes rolled, breaking my name to draw in a few desperate breaths. I slapped her ass harder and grinned. Tried to be reassuring, but fuck if I didn't want her thinking I ever did this shit gentle or tender.
I'd never hurt her, of course. But I wanted the girl to get used to rough, hard, wild animal fucking. I also knew enough to know tension did something special to a girl, caused her pussy to burn and gush like nothing else when she didn't know what the hell I had up my sleeve.
This morning, I had pure, rabid dick. And I slammed it up into her 'til my balls slapped her ass, snarling like a beast, driving her over the edge 'til she collided headfirst with ecstasy.
Her tits flopped in my hands. I brought my face to her throat and bit – hard – marking her in that fucked up way I couldn't resist.
I wanted my imprint all over her. My ink, my teeth, soft bruises left by my hands on the rump of her sweet ass. The whole damned world deserved to see the war I'd fought to win this woman, and now that I had her, I'd keep reminding her who she belonged to 'til kingdom fucking come.
And come, we did.
She threw her head back, blonde hair tangled in my hands, this time not doing anything to stifle the scream. Her pussy jerked me off, coiled like a vice around my length 'til I couldn't hold back.
“Fuck!” One staccato burst raged from my throat, barely ahead of the fire shooting up from my balls.
I filled her the fuck up all over again.
Hot come poured inside her, into the empty void I was always meant to fill. I locked my arms around her and held her down on my cock, hurling every spurt, every molten burst as deep as it would go.
Elle squirmed, whimpered, begged with those incoherent little yelps that drove me mad. Her pussy clenched harder, told me she loved every damned second, even though she'd been fucked too hard to say so.
I held my dick in and emptied my balls in her 'til I went soft. Regret seeped outta my throat in a snarl when I finally pulled out a couple minutes later, watching my seed slip out and run down her thighs.
We locked lips for a minute more, and I finally let her roll off me, amazed that I'd be sated for the next thirty seconds.
Then I'd be aching to fill her all over again.
She flopped back on the bed, her eyes half-closed, a little smile plastered on her lips. I'd seen that holy mother of god look on girls a hundred times before. I knew how to own their bodies, but I'd never given more than a passing shit 'til I saw Elle's sweet, satisfied face in the morning light.
Something came alive, pulsing deep inside me. Wasn't just my cock begging me to fuck her once again neither.
Shit. I had that warm, rosy glow rolling down my chest and into my guts. The kinda warmth I'd always heard the family guys in the club talk about together when the bachelors weren't around, squawking about how much they loved their old ladies.
They talked about how fucking 'em was different than any other slut they'd pounded. Hell if I believed it 'til now.
Now, Elle's pussy pried my eyes wide open. I'd been converted, brought to a new faith that involved me getting in deep and feeling her pulse on my cock for the rest of my life.
I walked into the bathroom to wash up. Splashed my face and scalp in cold water, smoothing it into my skin. When I looked in the mirror, I saw the same homey glint in my eyes I'd seen on Brass, Rabid, Roman.
That's when I realized I was really, truly fucked. I hadn't just claimed the beautiful woman stretched out on the bed a few feet away. She'd got her claws in deep.
Damn if I didn't love it.
* * * *
We got our grub and I picked up a case of beer from a liquor shop around the corner. Looked at my phone a couple times expecting calls from the brothers, maybe even Gil's assholes, but it was weirdly quiet.
Switched off my phone for good measure by the time I got back to our room. She'd cleaned up nicely and sat at the table, scribbling something like a mad woman on a stack of cheap hotel paper.
“Hey!” Elle called out as I grabbed a couple sheets and held them up to see.
“What the fuck is this?” I couldn't make heads or tails of it.
Whatever the fuck she was writing, it wasn't English. Everything was in some alien looking Asian script I'd only seen in bad kung fu movies, or sometimes the authentic Chinese places in the cities.
“None of your business.” She snatched the remaining papers closer to her chest, giving me a dirty look. “Don't worry. It's nothing that's going to ruffle your feat
hers, Asphalt. It won't interfere with your precious club business either.”
I rolled my eyes. Why the hell did every old lady have to make a mockery of that damned phrase? She'd beaten me to saying it, for fuck's sake!
For a second, I almost ripped them up, crushed them into a ball, and hurled them into the waste basket. Too bad I remembered what was at stake home in Redding.
We weren't here to play fucking patty cake, no matter how real this marriage was getting. I marched up and looked her in the eyes, holding her gaze 'til she cracked.
“What?!” she whispered, annoyed, looking away. “I told you already, I –“
“Babe, don't talk. I know you went to school for this shit and maybe you're just practicing.” I licked my lips, closing the distance between us, 'til our faces were only an inch apart. “But I also know there's some real stone cold fuckery going on here in Tacoma. Your old man, trading with outsiders, probably the Chinese mafia. I married you to keep the peace, and I don't wanna play you if I don't have to. Best way for me to do that is if you start talking honest, telling me exactly what the fuck's going on here, if there's something I oughta know.”
“God damn it, Asphalt!” She jerked up, managed to slip away from me before I could grab her. “Is that what you think this is? Me, seducing you and pretending to be the good wife, just so I can screw with your stupid club?”
“Don't know what your old man would put you up to, Elle Jo. He's a real sneaky sonofabitch when he wants to be.” I stepped closer, working to soften my face, turn back into her loving husband instead of the biker asshole interrogating her. “Look...”
I grabbed her shoulder. She tensed, but didn't fight me off, giving me an opening to pull her to my chest.
“Things don't need to be this fucked, Elle. Not between you and me. Things were going good a couple hours ago, just like it oughta be between a man and his old lady. Fuck, club politics is the only reason I'm not ripping down those pants right now, bending you over the bathroom counter, and making you watch in the mirror while I make those big blue eyes roll backwards.”
I grabbed her chin, held her face, even as she tried to pull away. Looked straight into those pearly blues 'til I saw green reflecting back. Her pupils widened. Red splotches appeared on her cheeks.