Aislinn looks terrified, not of me, but of having to make a decision. I’m well aware she wants me to take the lead here, but for both our sakes it has to be her who guides this. That doesn’t mean I won’t give her the right motivation.
“If you say yes, you’re agreeing to be mine, just like I’ll be yours. That means no other men touch you, you don’t touch them, and I get free access to that gorgeous body of yours when, where, and as often as I want. When my cock is inside you, it’s my name you call out when you come, and you look at me the entire time. It also means you’re going to give us a shot. A real one, Aislinn. I want you, all of you. The past is just that; history. We’ve both got one, and neither of them is pretty, but it doesn’t change how I feel about you.”
Shaking her head, she quietly asks,
“How long? How long do you need me to give you before you realize I’m no good for you?”
I knew she’d have reservations; I’d be shocked if she didn’t.
“You’re worried about not being good enough for me?” I growl, not in anger but frustration she can’t see what I do when I look at her. “I’ve beaten the shit out of men, they may have deserved it, but it didn’t bother me if they did or not, it’s not like I stopped to check. I’ve tortured and killed men, baby. I treated women like shit, promising them nothing but a good time and a few orgasms before sending them on their way. I won’t hurt a woman or child, but that rule doesn’t apply to the men who do. I’d happily cut your ex’s fingers off with a butter knife, break his legs with a sledgehammer, remove every one of his teeth with pliers, slit his throat, and still get into bed beside you and sleep like a baby. My club is important to me, and my position takes up a good deal of my time, and I love my brothers, but they’re pains in the ass, moody, and in my business 24/7. I don’t own a house because I’ve never had anyone to help me make it a home, and I haven’t wanted to until now. I’m far from perfect, baby, and I’m definitely not the safe choice, but I’m yours if you’ll have me. Forever and always.”
Aislinn melts into me, tears streaking down her beautiful face as she says,
“That’s probably the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
Chuckling at her, I slide further down the bed and tangle our legs together, keeping her as close as humanly possible.
“Then you’re going to love this,” I say with a smirk. “I won’t lie, I’ve got a history with women and it isn’t good, but I’ve never come close to feeling about them the way I feel about you. I want this with you more than I want to take my next breath. This can’t go bad, Aislinn because I won’t let it. Now, tell me you’ll be mine so I can fuck you the way we both need it. Hard and deep.”
Thoughts of whether Aislinn likes it a little rough, if she’ll get off on me pulling her hair as I fuck her from behind while spanking her delectable ass filter through my head. I need to thrust into her with all the unrestrained hunger and desire I felt for her over the years. I want to control her body, own her orgasms, and show her how much she means to me. But the secret is when I get Aislinn beneath me, it will be her who is in charge. She owns me, heart, body, and soul.
It doesn’t take her long to mull it over, Aislinn’s answering me in under a minute.
“Don’t break me, Dex. Other people may have tried, some came really close, but you have the potential to destroy me.”
The fact she trusts me enough to let me in, even if it’s not all the way yet, humbles me. Flipping her to her back, I climb over the top of her, straddling her lower body thighs, caging her in the safe cocoon of my body.
“Never. I want to build you up, baby, not break you down.”
I decide that’s enough talking about heavy shit for now. There will be plenty of time to discuss where I can find the motherfuckers who hurt my girl so I can take care of one of her problems. Because trust me, I will fucking find them, and when I do, they better hope they can run and hide.
Running my tongue down her neck, stopping to taste the skin at the juncture of her shoulder, I caress every inch of her I can reach. The way her voice quivered, her thighs moving restlessly, clenching together and the way her chest is heaving, fighting for air lets me know Aislinn’s as turned on as I am.
Something that only becomes more evident when I grind my rock hard cock against her jeans encased pussy, and her pelvis arches to meet mine.
“Are you wet for me, Aislinn? Do you want me to sink my cock inside you before or after I make you beg for it?”
Judging by her reaction, my girl likes it when I talk dirty to her, which is why I test my theory.
“Should I strip you out of your clothes nice and slowly, stopping to feast on your perfect pussy, or do you want me to rip them off and fuck you hard? Will you moan for me or scream my name, Aislinn?”
I get my answer when she moans loudly, arching her back until it bows off the mattress. Aislinn’s hips desperately seek mine in a futile attempt to get closer to me.
Not capable of restraining myself any longer, I crash my lips to hers, pouring every ounce of passion and longing I’ve felt over the years into one kiss. I need the taste of this stunning woman on my tongue, to map her curves with my hands, so that when I’m not with her at least I’ll have the memory to keep me company until I can have her again. Because I will have her again. Over and over and over again, every day from this one forth.
Surprisingly, Aislinn isn’t shy or timid when she kisses me back. Instead, she attacks my mouth with the same rabid hunger I’m showing her, pushing her tongue past my lips, stroking it seductively so that I burn hotter for her. My tongue slides against hers sensuously, yet still in a battle for dominance over the little vixen.
Pulling back, Aislinn bites my bottom lip, tugging at the poor abused flesh as her hands work their way down my ribs to my abs. Her sharp little teeth skim the line of my jaw, nipping and tasting all the way to my Adams Apple, where she lavishes several open-mouthed kisses.
I’m struggling with the sensation of having her in my arms and the arousal coursing through my veins. The years without her were long and lonely because no matter how many women I fucked to get her out of my system, deep down I know I had been waiting for this exact moment. And now that it’s here, I’m not waiting another fucking second to finally be inside her delicious body. A body made solely for me, and me alone.
Forcefully pushing her shirt and bra up to uncover her soft, full, perfect tits, I drop my head and feast on the tight, dusty pink tips. Alternating between sucking, licking, and grazing them with my teeth.
“Dex,” Aislinn whimpers.
Listening to her moan my name only makes me suck harder, biting down a little rougher to give her an edge of pain with her pleasure. I want to see what her limits are – what she likes, what she hates, what will make her go wild for me.
Distracted by the feel of her skin, Aislinn’s hands go to my belt unbuckling it with ease. My jeans are pushed down my hips, my cock springing free the second she lowers the zipper, slapping against her taut stomach with a wet thud. And thank fuck, Aislinn doesn’t waste any time taking my cock in hand, stroking it base to tip, swirling her thumb in the bead of pre-come already leaking from its tip because if she did, I’m sure I would have lost my goddamn mind.
Not wanting her to feel left out, her jeans and panties are next to disappear. The thought of anything hindering my access to her is abhorrent to me, which is why once I’ve stripped the offending articles of clothing from her, I throw them across the other side of the room.
Using one hand to push against my chest, Aislinn still caressing my painfully hard dick look up into my eyes and whispers,
“I don’t want you to hold back. If you want all of me, then I want all of you. So fuck me, Dex. Hard, rough, fast, deep, however you want to, just please fuck me.”
Hearing my girl tell me to fuck her is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever heard. It drives me insane to hear that particular word come out of her mouth. Obliging her, I growl deep in my throat and pin her a
rms above her head, both of her wrists in one of my hands, using the other to finger her slit.
With one last long lick to her now over sensitive, bright pink from my ministrations nipple, I order,
“If I do anything you don’t want, anything that scares you, you tell me and I’ll stop.” As her head shakes back and forth against the pillow, I reassure her, “Not altogether, baby. I don’t think I’m capable of stopping once I’m finally inside you, but I’ll try something else if what I’m doing isn’t working for you.”
Looking down at the length of her body starting at her eyes, I’m again in awe of her. Here she is after surviving what she has naked, completely vulnerable, and profoundly trusting. Aislinn is without a doubt my fantasy come to life because with our clothes gone, I can feel the heat of her skin on mine and touch the soft curves which fit perfectly with my hard lines.
Molding, shaping and squeezing them tightly enough to have her mewling, I reattach my lips to her nipple as her pussy continues to slide along the length of my cock, which is throbbing relentlessly in anticipation of what’s to come.
My hands grip her calves, signaling her to wrap her legs around my back, and I line my cock up with the entrance of her dripping slit demanding,
“When I fuck you, make as much noise as you want. Yell, scream, moan, I want it all. Can you do that for me, beautiful?”
At her nod, I thrust into her hard and unforgiving, her soft tissues stretching to make way for the rigid length of my cock. The walls of her pussy contract around me in a vice-like grip, letting me know it’s been a while for her. It’s all I can do not to lose my mind and come the second I’m fully seated inside her.
“Oh God, Dex. Yes. Harder. Please, I need it harder,” Aislinn pleads, locking her ankles together at the small of my back, taking me even deeper until I hit a spot inside her I know no one before me has touched.
Spasms rock her body and mine, as I slam into Aislinn harder than any woman I’ve been with before.
“Jesus, fuck. You feel so fucking good around my cock. So tight. So wet. So. Fucking. Perfect,” I growl, punctuating each word with a savage thrust forward.
The need to mark her and show everyone this amazing woman is mine overwhelming. It’s carnal, primal, and selfish, but I don’t give the first fuck. Aislinn is mine, we both know it, and soon the others will too.
Powering forward, tilting my hips so that the head of my cock rubs against her G-spot with every stroke. My mouth has a mind of its own, seeking out the tender skin under her right ear. I lave it with my tongue, and when I’m satisfied she’s close to climaxing, writhing beneath me reaching for it, I sink my teeth into her sensitive flesh hard enough to leave a mark that will last for days.
My teeth have Aislinn screaming my name over and over again as I start fucking her with an intensity that borders on obsession. Hard, deep, powerful thrusts force the air from my lungs and has sweat beading across my brow.
I own every inch of her body with my mouth, tongue, hands, and cock, making sure there’s no doubt in her mind she belongs to me. My girl was hesitant before, unsure, shy even, but she’s lost all pretense of that now. Aislinn’s whimpered demands for more, for me not to stop, to make her come have my balls pulling up tight against my body. Her commands for me to play with her tits and fuck her harder makes me wonder how long I can draw this out.
“Please Dex,” she mewls as I drive into her so deep I’m touching the opening to her womb.
I’m not going to deny her what she needs; I’ll never deny her anything. All Aislinn has to do is ask, and it’s hers. Picking up the pace, I piston in and out of her like a man possessed, my hips grinding into her pelvis every time I bottom out in her depths. I can feel my release at the base of my spine, my balls tingling with the need to empty themselves inside her.
Between thrusts, I order,
“Come for me, Aislinn. Come all over my cock. I want to feel it. I need to feel it.”
Aislinn doesn’t disappoint, either. Clamping her internal muscles around me, she comes seconds before I do.
“Dex, yes. Oh my God, yes,” she screams, arching her tits toward my mouth, tempting me to have another taste.
But the sound of my name ripped from her lips triggers my release and I’m powerless to stop it. There’s no holding back as I shoot my load into the depths of her pussy, my cock rhythmically pulsing as I still, throwing my head back in ecstasy.
There’s literally nothing as good as being inside Aislinn, feeling her wetness coat my cock as she shudders with aftershocks except for maybe eating her delicious pussy. However, the taste of her juices on my tongue will always come a close second to this.
Watching her magnificent body bow, the flush of her skin, Aislinn’s tight, beaded nipples rasping against my chest is almost more than I can take. I can feel her pussy gush begging for more when I slow my strokes to a lazy glide instead of the punishing, brutal thrusts I’d been giving her. But when Aislinn’s eye’s roll back in her head and her lips part as she looks at me like I’ve hung the stars and gifted her the moon the realization that I can’t live without her hits home and steals the breath from my lungs.
I knew sex would change things for us; I couldn’t lose myself in her without the feelings I already had deepening, but I hadn’t anticipated the yawning emptiness I’d experience at the mere thought of losing what we’re building together.
I’ve loved Aislinn Banks for thirty years. Not the deep, all-consuming love a man has for his mate, but the love of a child that developed into something that defies description. Soul mate doesn’t begin to cover what Aislinn means to me. She’s my other half, the holder of my heart, my perfect match, and the woman I intend to build a future with. I want her to be my wife, the mother of my children, and old lady more than I want to wake up tomorrow because, without Aislinn, those dreams are as good as dead.
There is not one woman who has come close to making me feel an ounce of what Aislinn does, not even Sara when things were good between us, which wasn’t for long. I may have thought I loved Sara, but now I know better. I cared about her, sure, but I didn’t feel the burning desire to be with her every second of every day. I didn’t need her the way I need Aislinn.
Wrapping her hand around the base of my cock, Aislinn refocuses my attention on her talented little fingers, coaxing the last drops of come from my balls. My elbows give out, and I collapse on top of her, not able to hold myself up anymore. She doesn’t make any sounds of distress at barring my heavy weight, so I give myself a few minutes to revel in the feel of her soft, sated, pliant body beneath me.
“You’re fucking incredible, baby,” I mumble, the exhaustion of the last few days dragging me under, making it difficult to keep my eyes open.
“You weren’t too bad yourself, either.” Pressing a sweet, gentle kiss on my mouth, I roll off Aislinn, dragging her with so that we’re lying front-to-front. “Go to sleep, honey. I’ll be here when you wake up,” she murmurs.
To the feel of her hands caressing my back, the taste of her in my mouth, and her climax still coating my cock that’s exactly what I do just a few short minutes later. And I do it smiling.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
~ Aislinn ~
“Just wondering… But does anyone other than me get road rage while pushing a shopping cart through Walmart?”
– Life’s unanswered questions
Dex and I spend almost sixteen blissful hours of interrupted naked playtime between the sheets before reality intrudes, and does it in a big way.
A knock on the door at three in the afternoon wakes me from a nap I so desperately needed after being kept awake most of the night and morning by a ravenously hungry, insatiable Dex.
“Gage, Aislinn?” Cash’s voice bellows. “Get your asses up and out here. We’ve got a problem.”
Dex doesn’t waste any time dressing and pulling on his worn leather cut over his shirtless chest, me following at a much more sedate pace. My muscles are languid but sore at the same time, but my
pussy while deliciously tender and well-used can’t help but spasm in reaction to a half naked, sinfully sexy man in denim and leather.
“You keep looking at me like that, and I won’t give a fuck what’s going on out there. I’ll haul your sweet ass back to bed and fuck you until you can’t stand,” he growls, pulling me into his arms for a deep, wet kiss which is far too short for my liking.
Rifling through his drawers, Dex throws me an old T-shirt and gestures to my jeans laying on the floor at the foot of his bed.
“Put that on. You can wear it, a bra and your jeans, but no panties, baby. When we’ve dealt with whatever shit’s going on out there, I’m bringing you back to bed, and I don’t want to waste time taking off unnecessary clothes.”
I won’t deny it, Dex’s dominant commands give me a shiver. In a good way. I love that he’s so open about what he wants and needs, and finds creative, extremely pleasurable ways to make sure both of us are more than satisfied. I haven’t had that before. As in, not ever.
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