by Ember Flint
“Oh, God, Cash!” she screams my name as I rip her shirt and roughly pull her bra off her shoulders and down to her middle, her big pink-capped breasts spilling free in my eager hands.
She writhes under me as my hands keep on stripping everything from her lovely body until she is completely nude for me.
I tug and suck her nipples between my lips, making her moan and then I slide down.
I don’t want to tease us any longer, we have had enough foreplay since the moment we met, we don’t need any more of that right now.
I want to fuck her hard and fast and now, but first I need to have one last taste of her virgin pussy on my tongue.
I lap greedily at her clit and at her swollen, dripping wet lips; my tongue working her up to an orgasm in only a couple of strong licks and then I move toward her breasts again, lining up the head of my painfully hard, large cock with her quivering opening and then I pause for a moment to kiss her sweet lips.
“I can’t wait any longer, Aria. I’m going to give it all to you as hard as you can take it and then some and I want nothing between us. Okay? I want to fuck you bareback and I have no intention of pulling out either. I’m going to pump you full of cum and make sure it all stays inside you and I’m not going to lie, baby: it will hurt at first, I’m too far gone to be gentle. I could tell you I’d try to do my best not to hurt you, but it will be just words…”
She shakes her head and giggles, her beautiful hazel eyes still shining with unshed tears.
“You take being direct to another level, Cash, but I don’t care if it hurts. I want to feel you inside of me and I don’t want you to hold back.”
I kiss her again hard.
“I can promise you something else however…” I grouse out, forcing myself to wait a couple of more seconds, even if my balls are screaming at me to just shove in all the way until the tip of my cock bounces off her cervix, hold deep once I’m there and give her all the cum I have, today and every day until she is bred.
“What?” she asks, her hands caressing my chest up and down, one finger trailing down toward my cock, making me growl and dribble even more pre-cum all over her virgin-tight pussy.
I lean forward to kiss her.
“After I break your barrier and you adjust to my size. I will make you cum so hard and so many times you’ll forget any flitting pain you may have felt.”
Aria pulls me down for a kiss.
“Deal. Should we shake hands at least on this?” she teases and I’m heartened to hear some of her humor back.
“I had another kind of thing in mind, baby,” I say, grab her ass to angle her better and thrust in one go all the way home, tearing through her virginity and almost blacking out at the pleasure I feel at spearing her wet, hot tightness with my cock.
Aria moans, her blunt nails digging in the skin of my forearms.
I drop down on her and breathe hard.
“It’s done, baby. I’m in all the way. How do you feel?”
She huffs and pants a little, her face scrunched up in distress.
“I feel so stretched, so full, it’s not bad, though…”
“You are so brave, baby,” I kiss her hard again.
“Why aren’t you moving, Cash?” she asks, looking down at where our bodies are joined.
I groan at the feel of the sizzling hot walls of her cunt clamping down on my cock, she is so fucking tight that even without stroking in and out I can feel my cum being pulled out of me.
“I just… I just want you to get used to having me inside.”
She bucks upward against me, forcing a spurt of cum out of me and I lose it, starting to ram vigorously in her pussy, giving it a pounding we both won’t ever forget.
“Fuck, Aria, baby, you drive me fucking crazy. I’m going to fuck you so hard, we won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
Aria bites my neck and again thrusts against me.
“I can’t wait,” she grinds out through clenched teeth and it only makes me fuck her harder, deeper, faster.
She is breathing rapidly and shallowly, her cheeks flushed pink with desire. She is so fucking beautiful and sweet it hurts to look at her and I have to drag my eyes away from her lovely face and exhale a few slow breaths to regain my composure and start stroking again inside her sinfully hot body.
I look down at my cock as it slides in and out of her swollen, pink pussy and I catch sight of a tiny red spot near the base, almost coming right then.
“Fuck, sweetheart you feel wonderful,” I sneak one hand between us and start to strum her clit and caress her folds, making her moan and tremble, my names always on her kissable, red lips.
“You too,” she hisses. “I love feeling your cock inside me.”
Her words are enough to make me go off, just as the tremors of her climax starts to shake her body and we both let go together, thick jets of hot seed coating her pussy as I fall down on her, covering her little body entirely with my own, my body humming with the remnants of the best orgasm of my life, my cock still twitching and shooting little spurts of semen inside her fertile cunt.
I turn us to our sides, well aware of the risk that I could completely shut down any moments now and ending up crushing her delicate frame.
Aria hangs desperately onto me, her body still trembling, her chest rising and falling.
All rosy skin, wild golden curls and curves marked by my touch and my sweat, she is the single most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life.
I kiss her sweetly and slide out of her gently, clutching her body to mine.
“I want to know everything there’s to know about you, Aria.”
She kisses my jaw and chin, smiling.
“Doesn’t chatting usual comes before mind-blowing fucking, Cash?”
I laugh, brushing some curls away from her forehead.
“Perhaps, but I’m not overly concern with following a precise order when it comes to this kind of thing,” I say trying to keep a straight face.
Aria smiles. “What do you want to know?”
I shrug. Anything, everything. If you can ever love me the way I love you?
“Only the things you want to tell me, baby,” I say.
She nods solemnly. “Ask away…”
“What is your favorite color?” I ask.
Aria studies me intently. “Blue,” she says after a while.
“Yours?” she asks.
I shake my head, laughing. “This is not a cross-examination, your turn will come later, babe.”
She giggles. “You are crazy! What kind of rule is that?”
I shrug. “Cash Stone’s rule. Now, mountains or sea?”
She sighs, still looking up at me. “Sea.”
I kiss her. “Your favorite gem?”
“Sapphire…”
“What’s your favorite flower?” I ask, playing with her curls.
“I’d say blue roses if there were such a thing, but since there’s not then bluebells.”
I smile at her. “You like everything that’s blue then?”
Aria caresses my face and touches one finger to the corner of my eye.
“Cash, I… I love everything that is blue.”
Chapter 12
ARIA
I’ve lost count of all the orgasms I’ve had by now, I’ve never felt so cherished, so safe and cocooned away from the world and the sorrow that sometimes becomes too difficult to forget.
In Cash’s arms, nothing else matters.
I feel his powerful hips drive one last time against mine and our pleasure explodes in a shattering mutual climax that buries his hard cock more deeply inside my pussy than I could have believed possible.
I moan his name and feel his husky grunt of elation around the tip of the breast he is fiercely suckling, his hot large body covering mine, the perspiration deliciously gluing our skin together.
We cuddle, kiss and caress for long moments, trying to get our labored breaths under regulation.
We say nothing, but there are a million things running through my mind.
I’ve fallen so completely and utterly in love with this man and so fast my feelings and their intensity scare me a little.
Yet there’s no other place I’d rather be right now, no other man I wished to give my virginity to.
This is perfect —or at least it would be perfect, if it didn’t come with an expiration date attached.
He said I can stay longer if I want.
What if I want to stay forever, though?
What if nothing else would do for my happiness, but knowing I can wake up like this for the rest of our life?
“Aria,” Cash mutters, his eyes are closed, his sexily disheveled head of black wavy hair resting in the valley between my breasts, his two-day-old, dark stubble tickling the delicate inner side of them.
I brush against him, wanting his mark even there, grazing and reddening my pale skin.
I look down at us, thinking that maybe I’m already carrying the biggest brand of all.
I could be already pregnant with his baby.
Our baby.
I smile at the thought, but then I start thinking about shared custody, visiting rights, him dating other women —fucking other women like he fucks me— after the dissolution of our marriage and I feel the smile fall off, a frown taking its place on my face.
“Why can’t we have forever?” I ask softly, my heart thumping madly in my chest as I wait for an answer, but it never comes.
“Cash?” I call, but he is already asleep.
I caress the side of his face and he stirs slightly, but doesn’t wake up.
—*—
I wake up to the completely yummy feeling of Cash’s tongue curling around my clit, my body already starting to rock an orgasm I’m not exactly prepared for.
“Cash,” I moan, my thighs automatically locking around his head.
“You didn’t want to wake, up, baby,” he explains, his voice rumbling against my sensitive pussy’s folds. “So I had to resort to extreme measures.”
I giggle, feeling his wet-with-my-pleasure lips travel up my inner thigh in a trail of little sweet kisses.
I caress his hair and he hisses out a breath.
“I’m so ready to cum I could burst, Aria…” he groans lowly in his throat, making my pussy clench in anticipation.
I feel him move up my body, but he doesn’t center his cock at my slit, like I expected him to: he keeps moving higher, until his bended legs are straddling my chest, his hard throbbing cock pointing at my chin like an arrow.
“I want to try something else, first.”
I feel him lower on me even more, until his slippery erection is nestled in the valley between my breasts, then his hands start to knead and caress my tits, pushing them together as far as they would go and effectively trapping his cock in the space in between.
“Hold these beautiful tits against my cock, baby. I need to give them a ride.”
The thought only of what he wants to do to me, is enough to make my pussy begin to pulse again and I can feel the wetness starting to drip down my trembling thighs as I do what he asks.
He grunts and start to thrust into the sleek channel, his cock leaving a sticky hot trail of pre-cum on my skin.
“You are so fucking pretty, baby, so fucking sweet and so fucking mine that I really couldn’t resist the idea of taking your amazing tits for a ride. Don’t worry, though: I won’t cum like this, the only place for my seed is that sugary, tight cunt of yours. I’m going to save every drop for it, baby,” he says, staring down at me, his eyes full of passion, as his hips keep on pistoning between my breasts.
One more time I see the large head peeking from between the upper slopes of my breasts and I can’t resist the temptation to stick my tongue out to try and get a little taste of his manly, fresh saltiness.
He grunts leaking all over my chest and his body freezes.
“Shit, baby, you want to kill me or something?”
Before I can say anything to that, Cash is winding my thighs around his waist, latching his mouth onto my nipple and ramming his large cock all the way inside my pussy, stretching me to capacity and making me once again scream his name.
I see the way his rippling muscles flex every time he lunges into me and I clench around his dick at the sexy sight, making him tense even more, close his eyes and hiss a breath.
“Fuck, Aria, you are it for me, you’re driving me absolutely insane. I’m going to fuck you so good and hard, I’ll never find my way out again. You are mine! Tell me you are mine!” he snarls, his voice deep and demanding.
I gulp down air. “I am… I am yours, Cash.”
But are you mine?
I don’t have the courage to ask that, I’m too afraid of the answer I might get.
“Damn, my balls are so full for you, baby! I want to claim every inch of you. I won’t stop until I can see this little sweet belly heavy and swollen with my child.”
“Oh, God, Cash, yes…” I beg, loving every dirty sweet thing he says to me.
Before long, I feel my body coiling up again and I’m orgasming so hard, the room starts to float around me.
I feel Cash’s cum shoot deep inside of me and I milk him to the last drop as his strong arms come around me and his lips capture mine.
This time we don’t fall asleep and sooner than I’d wish, Cash is leaving my embrace.
“I’m going to hit the shower, sweetheart. Gather your things we are going back to Austin as soon as you’re ready,” he declares with a tone that will brook no opposition and leaves me alone with my muddled thoughts.
A resolution starts to stand in stark contrast with the rest.
No matter how much I want this, no matter how great it feels and how much I love him, I can’t do this.
Yes, I’ll lose my beloved ranch if I don’t go through with this, but I’ve just realized that staying with Cash would be even worse.
Being so close and yet so distant from him, loving him so much and knowing that he just wants sex and a baby from me would be just too painful.
When I agreed to this stupid plan, I felt an attraction for him and I thought that could only make things easier, but he has managed to make me fall so madly hard in love with him that the thought of living like this suddenly hurts more than the one of losing the ranch I’ve dedicated my life to.
I have to tell him, even if it means losing him.
If I walk away now I’ll be heart-broken, but I’ll have a heart, I will survive this, but if we stay together any longer, I’ll never make it.
Chapter 13
CASH
I’m sitting at my desk in my home office, my back to the picture-window bathing everything in light, my eyes trained on the documents in my hands.
I’ve been going over and over the same fucking report for the last hour or so, my mind constantly going to where I really want to be.
In the living room where Aria is napping on our sofa, wrapped up in her, but I can’t do that.
Since we left the ranch two days ago she has been so quiet and distant-looking.
I tried to find out what’s going on, but every time I ask, she shrugs and looks away, saying she is only tired.
But I know it’s more than that, she seems so very unhappy, there’s an air of resigned sadness about her that breaks my heart every time I look at her.
The only moments there’s no distance between us is when we are naked and fucking, but even then I can see there’s no joy in her eyes.
The wedding is set to take place tomorrow in the early afternoon.
I glance down at the signed prenup lying on my desk and I sigh, taking my head in my hands.
God, I can’t go through with this, not if it means hurting her so much in the process.
I might have been able to convince myself that I could manage to buy my own happiness, to believe the lie, but even if Aria is the only thing I want on this earth, I can�
�t have her like this. I can’t have my happiness if the price is hers.
I also can’t let her go, I couldn’t survive without her.
So I’m pretty much fucked.
There’s only one way to get out of this mess, but it’s fucking risky, yet there’s nothing else I could do and the risk is fucking worth it.
I have to follow Carson’s advice and try for the real thing, open my heart to her, make Aria stay because she wants to, not because she needs to.
I pick up the prenup and with a shaky breath I rent the stack of papers in two and start to get out of my chair to go wake Aria up, I need to tell her now.
I soon as I walk around my large, oak desk I hear a hesitant knock on the door and I feel a hand painfully twist around my heart: the moment of truth has just gotten a lot closer before I was ready for it.
“Come in,” I say, barely keeping my shit together.
I’ve never been this fucking nervous in my life.
Aria stands in the doorway, barefoot and wearing leggings and an oversized t-shirt, hanging off one of her creamy shoulders, her curls in a messy braid.
“Hi…” she whispers tentatively.
I look her up and down and feel such a surge of love run through me that it nearly makes me stagger back and then roots me to the spot. All the words I was going to say cramming in my chest.
God, I can’t lose her, I love her so much and I could make her so happy. I’ll do anything, anything…
“I was… I was just coming to get you, baby,” I tell her and force my legs to cooperate and bring me a little closer to her.
Aria nods, but says nothing to that. She has red-rimmed eyes and she’s looking at her tiny feet.
“Cash, I… I should have told you sooner, but this isn’t easy for me. I… I thank you for your offer, it meant the world to me, but I… I changed my mind. I can’t marry you. I won’t marry you tomorrow,” she blurts out, her voice faltering.
I feel hurt, disappointment and rage war inside of me and stalk furiously toward her, but I’m only mad at myself in the end.
“Why?” I ask harshly and it takes all my strength to muster that single word; my voice so hoarse I barely recognize it.