Daredevil

by Fiona Davenport

  “Even if I’m paying the price, too?” Maybe it’s playing dirty to put it this way, but he’s the one who got me to the point of near desperation before pulling back. My heart is racing, my skin feels tight, and every single muscle in my body is tense. “Forget about my promise. I don’t want to wait. Not with you.”

  “I see that my little daredevil doesn’t always play fair.” A groan rumbles up his chest when I wiggle on his lap, and I feel a little guilty—but not enough to stop.

  “I’m sorry, but I’ve never felt like this before. Only with you, Remington. I know it seems crazy for me to be the one pushing for more, but I can’t seem to help myself. Please forget about my silly rule and take me to the bedroom.”

  His eyes turn serious as he searches my face. He must find whatever he’s looking for there because he nods his head like he’s come to a decision. I’m just hoping it’s one that’ll make me happy...and satisfied. “Do you really want to lose your virginity to me tonight?”

  There’s no hesitation when I answer, “Yes!”

  “Then there’s only one solution I can think of where I can give you what you want without making you break your promise to yourself.”

  “What is it?” I’m sure that whatever it is will work for me as long as it means that I get what I want—Remington and me in bed together as soon as humanly possible.

  “Marry me. Right now, before we go any further.”

  “Yes.” This time, my answer comes out before what he’s said really registers. But once it’s out there, he doesn’t hesitate. In under a minute, he’s fixed my dress and his clothes. Then we’re heading out the door as he explains that we don’t even need to leave the hotel to get married.

  I’m not thinking clearly, so it doesn’t dawn on me that it’s probably not a coincidence that I’m wearing a pretty white dress Remington picked out for me. Or that he knows exactly where the wedding chapel is in The Lennox. Not that it matters since I would’ve followed him down the aisle anyway. If my mom were here, she’d point out that I’m making a reckless, impulsive decision. Then again, there’s a reason I’m in love with aerial work and silks. And I am Remington’s little daredevil, after all. Getting married to him the day we met is just living up to his nickname for me.

  CHAPTER 7

  REMINGTON

  Well, that was easier than I expected. I definitely wasn’t prepared for Ainsley to decide she was willing to break her own rule. Luckily, I’ve got my plan in place, so while it was hard as fuck to tear myself away from her, I don’t have to wait too long to have her under me again.

  I place my hand on her lower back and guide her to the elevator. She looks a little shell-shocked, but she’s also still flushed from our make-out session. Something tells me that pretty pink blush goes all the way down. My wandering thoughts are only going to make the trip to the chapel more uncomfortable, so I turn my attention to the elevator. Lucky for me, it dings, and the doors whoosh open. Ainsley steps on, and I discreetly adjust my aching hard on before following her.

  When we are locked inside the car, all alone, I push her up against the wall and crush my mouth over hers. Ainsley’s arms wind around my neck, and her moan goes straight to my dick. I hope the leaking cum doesn’t mess up my pants. My hands glide from her hips to her firm, round ass and grip as I lift her up. Her legs circle my waist, pressing the bulge in my crotch firmly against her lace covered pussy. Heat radiates from her, cocooning my cock and ratcheting up my yearning to be deep inside her.

  I barely notice when the elevator comes to a stop, and the door slides open. Ainsley squeaks and drops her legs as she hides her head in my neck, prompting me to twist and look behind me. An elderly couple is stepping on and while the man averts his eyes, trying to fight a smile, the little silver haired lady winks at me with a big grin. I can’t help chuckling in response as I set Ainsley down and help her right her dress, then turn around, keeping her hidden behind me.

  The woman looks up at the man next to her and hip checks him. “I remember when you couldn’t keep your hands off me like that.”

  He raises an eyebrow and slips his arm around her waist, pulling her close. “You mean, yesterday?” She snickers and melts into his side. Ainsley giggles but it’s muffled because her head is buried in my back.

  We come to another stop, having reached the ground floor, and the couple steps out. “Good luck, love birds,” the woman trills.

  Pivoting back to face my girl, I grin when I see the dusting of pink on the apples of her cheeks. I brush her hair back over her shoulder and lean in to kiss her forehead. “That’s going to be us in fifty years,” I murmur. Ainsley lifts her head and beams at me, making me want to kiss her all over again. But, I’m on a mission and am anxious to get it done so I can spend all night kissing her everywhere.

  “But we have to tie the knot first.” I take her hand and tow her along as I enter the lobby and make my way around the casino to a set of frosted glass double doors. Soft music is playing when I push through and let go of Ainsley’s hand so I can hold the door for her.

  A slender woman, with blonde hair twisted up behind her head, is sitting behind a white, wooden desk. She looks up and smiles brightly as she stands to greet us. “Welcome to The Chapel of Dreams. I’m Aurora Dawson. How may I help you?”

  “I need to get a ring on this beautiful woman’s finger immediately.” Clasping Ainsley’s hand again, I tug her into my side, keeping a tight grasp on her.

  Aurora smiles and walks around the desk towards us. “I can definitely help you with that!” she says with a laugh.

  In less than an hour, I’m standing under a white arch watching Ainsley walk down the aisle with a bouquet of roses in her hands and one tucked behind her right ear. She looks absolutely breathtaking, and I’m too antsy to stand still any longer. I stride down to meet her halfway and sweep her up into my arms, rushing back to the platform where a chuckling officiant waits.

  Ainsley shakes her head and giggles as I set her down. “Patience is a virtue,” she sing-songs softly.

  I smirk and run the pad of one finger down her bare arm, making her shiver. “Not when it comes to you, baby.”

  Ainsley glances up at the officiant and raises her brow. “What are you waiting for?” I smother a laugh and pull her close.

  I don’t really listen to anything the guy says; I’m solely focused on the future standing right in front of me. I have enough sense to say my vows when asked, and then we reached the part about rings.

  Ainsley shakes her head and says, “Oh we don’t—”

  “You really think,” I interrupt her, “I’d let my wife walk around, even for one second, without proof that she’s taken on her finger?”

  Her sparkling green eyes go wide, and her mouth drops open when she sees the four-carat diamond, flanked by two emeralds, on a plain, platinum band. I slip it, and another simple band on her finger, then hand her a matching one to put on mine.

  “I’m gonna kiss my bride now,” I state before clasping Ainsley’s waist and plastering her body against mine as I slam my mouth down over hers.

  Her left hand lands on my cheek, and I feel the cool metal of her ring on my skin. A rush of possession floods my body and the need to shout to the rooftops that she belongs to me is second only to my need to truly make her mine in every way.

  Ainsley moans, and I feel a spike of anger at knowing someone else can hear her sound of passion. They are for me alone. It spurs me to separate from her just long enough to collect our certificate and rush her back to our hotel room.

  We aren’t more than a few steps into our suite when my control has run its course. While my first instinct is to take her right here on the floor, I’m determined to make her first time, our first time, special. A second later, I’m cradling her in my arms again as I rapidly stalk to the master bedroom.

  Slowly, I lower Ainsley to her feet, making sure that she slides against my body the whole way down. I brush her hair back over her shoulders and run my fingers through t
he thick strands before cupping her face. “You are so fucking beautiful.” I kiss her lips tenderly. “And all fucking mine.” This kiss isn’t as tender. It’s filled with lust as a tidal wave of passion crashes over me. I could so easily let go completely and just drown in her. But, a small sliver of rational thinking remains, enough to remind me that I need to go slow and be gentle, get her ready for me. She’s so small, I have a moment of worry that she won’t be able to fit my large girth. Except…Ainsley was made for me.

  She moans softly and her hands fiddle with my tie, trying to unknot it. A little growl of frustration escapes when she isn’t able to loosen it, and it’s adorable and sexy as fuck at the same time.

  Gently, I push her back and her legs hit the side of the bed, forcing her to sit down. While she watches me with hooded eyes, I strip to my boxers. Those emerald pools grow big when she sees the huge bulge of my cock pressing against the fabric.

  Taking her hand, I pull her up and reverse our positions. “Show me what’s mine, little daredevil.”

  Twin spots of pink appear on Ainsley’s face, but she takes a deep breath and steps back. Her hand trembles when it goes to the zipper on the side of her dress, but the heat in her eyes tells me it’s desire, not fear, that is making her shake. Once the top is loosened, she shrugs off the straps and the dress whispers to the floor, landing in a puddle around her feet.

  I suck in a deep breath and bite my lip hard enough to draw blood in an effort to keep from coming. She looks like a fucking angel wrapped in white lace. Her deep red hair floats around her, and it stands out against the light lingerie and her pale skin. My hands itch to delve into it and hold tight while I take her from behind.

  “Get on the bed and lay on your back in the center,” I rasp as I stand on somewhat unstable legs. She bends down towards her sparkly, silver shoes, but I stop her with a hand on her shoulder. “Leave them on, baby.”

  Ainsley does as she’s told and for a minute, I simply stand and stare at her. I’m contemplating my next move, trying to decide whether to grab the condoms from my bag. Although I want to steamroll over any objections she might have to my desire to put my baby in her, I love her too much to do that without her consent. At least this time since it’s her first.

  It hits me like a ton of bricks. I love her. So fucking much. The realization snaps my last thread and a growl rumbles in my chest as I climb on the bed and come down over her.

  I seal our mouths together and urge hers open with my tongue so I can explore and taste. Her kisses are drugging and addictive. My hands roam down her body, feeling her soft skin, and hook under her knees to pull her legs up.

  When I finally manage to lift my head, I groan at the sight of her kiss-swollen lips and mussed hair spread out on the bed. Getting to my knees, I scoot back and push her knees wide so that I have an unobstructed view of her panty-covered pussy. The silk gusset is soaked, and I lick my lips, hungry to taste her sweet nectar.

  I run a finger down her center, making sure to graze the hard, little bud at the top, and she shudders. “I wanted to save these since they’re from our wedding,” I grunt. “But I’ll just have to buy you another pair.” Slipping my fingers under the thin strips on her hips, I snap the material and rip the panties away.

  “Fucking hell,” I breath, fighting again to keep from nutting here and now. Her pussy is bare and pink, her arousal glistening on the lips. “Gorgeous,” I murmur. “Your naked pussy is hot as fuck, baby.”

  “I—um,” she stutters, “I got everything lasered. No maintenance, and I never have to worry about costume issues.”

  “I love that there won’t be anything in my way when I fuck your virgin pussy with my fingers and mouth.” I bend down and lap up the sticky juice on her southern lips, focusing on the outer part of her sex, not yet delving in. The taste bursts in my mouth and I groan, long and loud. “You taste so fucking good”—I raise my head and look her straight in the eyes—"I’m warning you right now, Ainsley Vaughn. I’m going to be spending a lot of time with my head between these beautiful legs.”

  Before I lose myself in her, I decide that I need to see all of her. “Take off your bra, baby,” I command as I sit back on my haunches. “Show me your perfect tits.”

  Ainsley rushes to comply and when her breasts spill free, I lose a little of the fight in me and cum leaks from my tip.

  Her tits aren’t big, but they are just the right size to fill my hands. They’re tipped with small, hard nipples that match the color of her pussy. I rush forward and plant a hand on either side of her so I can take one pink bud in my mouth. I graze it with my teeth and Ainsley cries out, shifting restlessly beneath me. I suck and nibble on one, then switch to the other and give it equal treatment.

  My cock brushes over her center and I feel her wetness coating it. She’s absolutely drenched, and I can’t wait another minute to lick up every drop. Working my way back down, I leave a trail of kisses and licks all along the way. Finally, I settle between her legs, my shoulders holding them open, and my hands cupping the round globes of her ass.

  Slowly, savoring every millimeter, I lick her seam, then push my tongue in and lick her deeply from bottom to top. Then I swirl around her clit and go back down again. Ainsley whimpers and lifts her hips, reaching for more.

  “Ainsley,” I snap. I wait until she drags her head up and looks at me blearily. “That ring on your finger means I own this pussy. I decide when and how much pleasure it gets”—my eyes narrow threateningly—“no one but me. Do you understand? Your pleasure, your orgasms, they are mine to give. Not even your hand is allowed to steal from me. You want to come, you ask me. Is that clear?”

  “Yes,” she whispers with a tiny nod. “Please.”

  I grin and lick my lips once more as my eyes rove over her pussy again. “Since you asked so nicely,” I respond with a wink.

  CHAPTER 8

  AINSLEY

  Remington is even sexier with his shoulders wedged between my legs and his head bent low as his eyes devour my pussy. Then it’s his mouth that’s doing the consuming, and I lose all ability to think. The only thing I can focus on is the overwhelming pleasure from his tongue flicking my clit before dipping low to circle my entrance. He teases me until I’m writhing beneath him, whimpering in need. “Please, Rem. I’m so close.”

  “Hold on for just a little bit more, baby,” he commands. “It’ll make you come even harder.”

  I press my head against the mattress, my body as taut as a bowstring. His fingers dig into my butt cheeks as he lifts me higher, and his tongue slips inside me. I feel his nose brush against my clit, and I start to tremble. My control is at its breaking point when he pulls back and growls, “Come for me.”

  As soon as his tongue glides up to my clit, my orgasm roars over me. It feels like lightning streaks through my body. My pussy pulses, making me wish he was inside me. Just as the world stops spinning around me, Rem rises to his knees.

  “That’s one.” He releases his hold on my butt and lets me fall to the mattress. His hands move to my inner thighs and glide up the smooth skin until his thumbs brush against the creases just under my pussy. The wetness from my orgasm is dripping from me, but Rem wants more. “But you’re going to give me another before I take you. I need you to be drenched so it doesn’t hurt as much.”

  My body tenses at the reminder of the size of the bulge in his boxers, but he doesn’t give me long to worry about how he’ll fit. His fingers drift through my wetness, his thumb circling my clit while one of his fingers dips into my entrance. He works it into my tight sheath, and I widen my legs to give him better access. “That’s right, baby. You want to give it to me as much as I want it, don’t you?”

  When I don’t answer right away, his fingers still. I hurriedly whimper, “Yes.”

  His green eyes burn into mine as he begins to move again. “Because you want to come or because you’re impatient for me to pop your cherry with my big, fat cock?”

  “Both,” I gasp when he twists his wrist an
d strokes a super sensitive spot inside me. “Oh, yes. Right there. Please.”

  “I love hearing those breathy little whimpers from you. Knowing I’m the only one who’ll ever get them.” He works another finger inside me. “The only one who’ll feel your tightness wrapped around them.” He pumps his fingers in and out of me in a steady rhythm, pushing me closer to my second orgasm. “And the only one who’ll ever get to see you come.”

  I rock my hips in time with the thrust of his fingers. “Yes, please. Now.”

  “I should make you wait longer since you’re trying to get there before I’ve told you that you can.” My body tightens at the thread of warning in his tone, but then I relax when he continues, “But then I’d just be punishing myself. My cock feels like it’s about ready to burst through my boxers to get inside your tight, wet pussy. So go ahead and come for me, baby. The sooner you do, the sooner I’ll be able to give my dick what it so desperately wants.” His eyes devour my body, the heat from them practically burning my skin wherever he looks. “Do you want my cock in this virgin pussy, baby?”

  “Uh huh,” I mutter. I’m well beyond the ability to use real words as I chase my next orgasm. Rem continues to urge me on, his fingers stroking faster until I fly apart.

  I whimper when he pulls his hand away, and a deep chuckle rumbles up his chest. “Don’t worry, my little daredevil. Your pussy won’t be empty for long. Pretty soon it’ll be rammed full of my cock.”

  He yanks his boxers down his thighs and kicks them away. His cock springs free, and it is long, hard, and oh-so-big. His hand pumps up and down it a few times, and a bead of pre-cum drips from the tip. I lick my lips, wondering what it tastes like.

  “You look cock-hungry right now.” His thumb slides up to circle the tip, and he holds it out to me. “You want a little taste, baby?”

  “Oh, yeah.” I rise up on my elbows and moan when he slips his thumb between my lips. His pre-cum is a little salty, but totally addictive. I nip at his skin when he pulls his digit from my mouth. “I want more.”