Daredevil

by Fiona Davenport

  He shakes his head and presses me back against the mattress. “You’re going to have to wait to get it because I’m not coming until I’m inside your sweet pussy. Next round, you can wrap your sexy lips around me, but you’ll do it while I have my face buried in your sweet pussy.”

  If I get to run my tongue up and down his length and suck it inside my mouth until he blows, then I’m completely on board with his plan. “I like the sound of that.”

  “You’re going to like the feel of it even more,” he promises before he kisses his way up my body. “After you recover from me popping your sweet little cherry.”

  I raise my knees and feel his cock press against my entrance. I’m a little nervous about the pain, but I’ve never been one to let my fears rule me. “How about we get that part over with right now so we can get to the really good stuff?”

  He chuckles, but his hungry eyes are glued my pussy. “Oh, baby. I’m going to make it all good.” He edges his hips forward until the tip of his dick is inside me, but then he hesitates. “Shit. I almost forgot the condom.”

  “Wait.” I wrap my arms around his neck when he starts to pull out. “What if I want to feel you inside me without anything between us, at least this time? Just skin on skin while you take my virginity.”

  “Then that’s what you’re going to get,” he growls, driving his hips forward in one powerful thrust. He rips through the proof of my innocence before I have the chance to tense up, and it takes a moment before I feel the pain. A tear leaks from the corner of my eye, and he dips his head to kiss it away. “I’m sorry it hurts, baby.”

  “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be,” I reassure him, circling my hips when the worst of the pain passes.

  “You’re so fucking tight, Ainsley.” His hand goes to my throat and circles it. He presses down gently, and my pulse leaps beneath his palm. “It’s such a turn on to know I’m the only man who’ll ever be inside this pussy.”

  “I think I’m ready for you to move.”

  It’s all the encouragement he needs. He starts to rock his hips back and forth, slowly at first. His burning green gaze never leaves mine, as he lets me see the desire and possessiveness he feels for me. It’s like I’m looking into his soul, which heightens everything I feel while he moves over me.

  “Who do you belong to, my little daredevil?” he asks, with one hand at my throat, the other pressing my left hand into the mattress while his thumb strokes the rings he put on my finger at the wedding chapel, and his hard length deep in my pussy.

  “You,” I whisper, my throat moving against his hand in a pleasurable way.

  Releasing his hold on me, he lowers his head to my tits and takes one of my puckered nipples in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it before sucking it deep right as he pulls back and thrusts into me again. I gasp at the twin pleasure, arching my back and pushing my tit closer to his mouth.

  I writhe with need, crying out because it feels like there’s a direct line between my nipples and my core. His hips keep pumping, driving me closer to the edge. The tension builds in my body, and I warn, “I’m not going to be able to last much longer.”

  “Neither am I,” he grunts, picking up speed. I meet him thrust for thrust, our bodies moving in perfect unison. My nails dig into his back, and my walls clench around him. “Give it to me, baby. Come.”

  He slams deep inside me, and it sets me off. My pussy pulses around his cock, and he buries himself deep and roars, “Fuck!”

  I lay under him a long time, wrapped securely in his embrace. When he rolls and takes me with him, settling me on his chest, I feel our combined cum slide from my body. “It’s a good thing we got married since you might’ve gotten me pregnant my first time,” I tease.

  He strokes his fingers through my hair as he rumbles, “If not, I’ll do my best to make sure it happens soon. I can’t wait to see your belly round with my baby.”

  CHAPTER 9

  REMINGTON

  Ainsley’s breath evens out, and I continue to play with her hair as she sleeps. I can’t stop thinking about my cum in her pussy. Hearing her ask for it actually made me come so hard, I thought I might pass the fuck out. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with my wife and keep her knocked up with our babies.

  For the most part, lying here with her naked body sprawled across mine, knowing I’m the only man to own her virgin pussy, and the only one to fill her unprotected womb, is the best moment of my life. But it’s being chased by a dark shadow. I’ve been so desperate to tie her to me in every way that I hadn’t stopped to think about the secret hanging between us.

  I didn’t set out to knowingly keep anything from her; I’d just been caught up in my frenzied need to have her. Now I know I need to tell her and hope it doesn’t send her running. I feel the muscles in my face draw into a deep scowl at the thought. It doesn’t matter if she runs. I’ll find her and chain her to me if necessary. Ainsley is mine, and I’m never letting her go.

  I’m suddenly overwhelmed with the need to prove it to both of us. To brand her, so there’s no doubt that she’s mine. I roll over so my body is blanketing hers. Since I never pulled out, I start to gently rock against her. Ainsley moans but doesn’t quite wake up. My hands slide up her arms and I twine our fingers together, pressing our fists into the bed on either side of her head. Her pussy clenches and I groan, throwing my head back as I pump in and out a little faster.

  “More.” Her whimper brings my head back up, and I lock eyes with her. “Harder.” She circles her legs around my waist and lifts her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust. The mating instinct takes over and I lose all control, ruled by my need to possess her. I plunge one hand into her hair and clench it, tugging her head back so I have complete access to her neck. She cries out as I slam into her over and over. “Yes! Yes!”

  I know I should be gentle, but the caveman inside me is the one calling the shots. And he wants to mark her so that she knows who she belongs to every time she looks in the mirror, just like she’ll be reminded every time she moves.

  My lips and teeth work the smooth skin on her neck, then move down to leave love bites all over her tits. “Mine,” I growl. The bed bangs into the wall and Ainsley starts to tremble, her cries turning to screams of pleasure. “Fuck,” I grunt. “You’re going to be sore as hell tomorrow, but I can’t fucking help being happy that you’ll feel me inside you, stretching you, owning you, for days.”

  With one hand still grasping her hair, I untangle the other and use my thumb and forefinger to hold her chin, so she has no choice but to look at my face. “You’re mine, baby. Forever. You know that, right?”

  She tries to nod, but I have too firm of a hold on her. “Yes,” she whines.

  “I’ll never let you go,” I rumble. “Now squeeze this hot little pussy, Ainsley. Take me deep and come all over my cock.” Her inner muscles clench and while I want to toss my head back and howl, I keep staring into her pools of emerald green. “You asked for my cum, now I want to hear you beg me for it.” I slow my thrusts to a maddening pace, and she mewls in protest. “Tell me you want my baby, Ainsley.”

  “Oh yes,” she moans. “Please, Remington. Give me your cum.”

  “How much do you want, baby?”

  “All of it,” she shouts as she tries to buck her hips and force me to go faster. “Please, give me all of it.”

  I kiss her with furious passion and return to my wild pace, burying myself so deep each time that I bump her cervix. “Come, Ainsley,” I demand. “Make me a daddy.” I can’t hold out any longer, and I need her to orgasm so her body will milk my cock and suck up every drop.

  The hand on her chin slips down to her throat and I put slight pressure there, just enough to tighten her body even more as she breathes heavily.

  The room is filled with her whimpers and my groans, and the sound of our skin slapping together. But those noises are quickly drowned out by the sound of Ainsley screaming in ecstasy. I follow right behind her, roaring her name when
I drive in one last time and plant myself to the hilt inside her. My seed jets out, and I grunt in approval when I feel her body dragging it from my cock. Her pussy is wrapped so tight around me that it’s actually painful and keeps me from being able to pull out. Not that I have any intention of doing so.

  “Wow,” Ainsley breathes as she pants below me and her muscles finally soften, easing her grip on my shaft. A satisfied smile plays at the corner of her full lips. “I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if you just knocked me up with triplets.” The musical sound of her giggle washes over me, and I chuckle along with her.

  Keeping our bodies fitted together, I roll to my back and cuddle her close. The possessive beast inside me rumbles in approval when I spy the marks on her otherwise flawless skin.

  “You’re fucking incredible, you know that?” I ask her tenderly as my fingers trail up and down her back.

  She lifts her head from my chest and winks at me with a playful smile. “Compliments will get you everywhere with me.” Then she wiggles, making my slightly stiff cock harden. “So will orgasms.”

  I laugh and give her a quick kiss. “As tempted as I am to test that theory, you’re already going to have a hard time walking tomorrow.” There’s no remorse in my voice, and she rolls her eyes.

  “Proud of that fact, are you?”

  I shrug and grin, but it slips after a second. “There are also some things we need to talk about.”

  Ainsley seems to sense the change in my attitude, and she frowns, pushing up to rest on her elbows. “Is everything okay?”

  “Yes, it’s just…there are things about me that I probably should have told you before we got married.” I sit up and she shifts as though to move off of me, but I grab her ass and hold her in place. “If I’m going to get through this, I need to be inside you while I do it. I have to know you’re mine, baby, or I’ll never survive.” Ainsley stops moving and nods, though her expression is wary.

  Carefully, so I don’t lose our connection, I scoot back until I’m leaning against the headboard. “You can stop letting your imagination run wild, little wife. I’m not a serial killer,” I joke, trying to lighten the atmosphere a little, and she gives me a tiny smile.

  “The things I’m about to tell you, I have no excuse for. But I do have an explanation, so please let me get it all out, okay?” She nods. “My home life growing up was shit. It’s nothing I need sympathy or pity over; it’s simply how it was. My parents didn’t give a fuck about me until Lincoln, my best friend, encouraged me to go to an open call for a television show and I was cast as part of the main cast. Suddenly, I was their cash cow, and they began to try and milk my career for all it was worth.

  “When I was fifteen, I’d had enough of their demands and frivolous spending of my money. With some help from Lincoln’s dad, who was a lawyer, I managed to emancipate and cut them out of my life completely.” Ainsley makes a little mewl of distress, and I can see her heartbreak for the boy I’d been in her eyes. I brush my thumb over her lips and give her a grateful smile before pushing on. “The cast became my family, the Hayes brothers especially, but when the show ended, we followed different paths. The pressure of being an adult so young, along with the natural stressors that go along with this industry were weighing me down.

  “I’ll skip all the details of how I got into drugs in the first place, but it wasn’t long before they were my solution to everything. I needed them to forget about my past, to numb all of my feelings.” My gaze is on Ainsley’s throat, focused on one of my love bites because I’m afraid of what I’ll see if I look into her eyes.

  “I managed to keep my habit under the radar until I was twenty. Especially since one rule I stuck to was never to show up to do stunt work while I was high.” I glance up and take a peek at Ainsley. Her expression is blank, and I hate that I don’t know what she’s thinking, but at least I don’t see revulsion. “Then one day, I received a call. It was Lincoln. He’d been diagnosed with cancer, and the prognosis was grim.” I blink rapidly, fighting the moisture gathering in my eyes as I remember that day. “It broke me, and I didn’t know how else to deal with it.”

  Ainsley bites her lip and shakes her head, her eyes shiny with tears. “Oh, Rem. I’m so sorry.”

  I want to hug her close, but I need to get this over with. “Instead of dealing like a fucking adult, I pumped my body full of heroin to forget the pain. I was in the middle of a film with Grier studios, and after two days of wallowing in self-pity—” I stop and scowl, so angry at myself. “Rather than being there for my friend,” I spit, “I went to the set doped up. The drugs made me reckless, and I made a huge error in the middle of a stunt. I should have died for being so stupid, but somehow I managed to walk away with only minor injuries.” I close my eyes tightly and sigh. “I was terrified of the repercussions, knowing at best, I was going to lose my liability insurance and people would refuse to work with me. At worst, I was going to jail.

  “To my shock, Carson Grier didn’t report the incident to the police, but he did have me blackballed in Hollywood. He had every right, and I don’t blame him. Now. But when I was a young, stupid addict, I was in a rage over it. A few months later, I was at a party and got drunk and mixed it with a cocktail of drugs that put me in the hospital. I almost died from the overdose.” My face twists in a rueful grimace. “Lincoln showed up at the hospital the day I was being discharged.” My eyes open, and I shake my head with incredulity. “The guy was in the middle of treatments for a disease that was probably going to kill him and yet, he was at my bedside instead of the other way around.” Ainsley reaches behind me and peels my hands off of her, then brings them to her lap and clasps them in her own. It soothes me, and hope sparks in my heart.

  “To this day, I have no idea how Lincoln’s dad managed to keep me out of jail, not even a mark on my record. But when he told me my only other option was rehab, I had no arguments. I’d done incredibly stupid things, but I still had some common sense and knew that if I didn’t get my act together, I was going to get myself killed.”

  I meet Ainsley’s watery eyes and let her see my naked emotions, my earnestness and vulnerability. “I checked myself in the next day, and I’ve been clean ever since. I’ll never go back to who I was, Ainsley. I want my children to be able to look up to me. I do a lot of outreach with other kids who are in situations that often lead to a life of drugs and crime”—I squeeze her hands—"And I hope that you can see past my mistakes and trust that I will always be here for you and our children. Because I can’t let you go. I love you too much to be able to live without you, little daredevil.”

  Ainsley gasps, then lifts our clasped hands and feathers a kiss over my knuckles. “I think you’re amazing,” she says quietly. Her eyes meet mine, and I exhale in relief at the sincerity and admiration in them. Ainsley leans in and brushes her lips across mine. “I’m so proud of you, Rem. I have no doubt that you’re going to be everything to our children that your father wasn’t.” She wraps her arms around me and hugs me close before whispering in my ear, “I love you, too.”

  CHAPTER 10

  AINSLEY

  Sometimes it seems surreal when I wake up with Rem in the mornings. Or when he drags me back to our trailer in between filming to, as he puts it, “Make sure you’re good and knocked up.” It’s like living in the best dream, and I hope I never wake up.

  Besides being married to him, I’m also in awe of his talent. Working with him on the movie has been incredible. He’s creative and pushes for excellence, but he makes it fun and I hope we get the chance to do it again someday.

  My career has always been my focus, and it wasn’t until Rem talked about getting me pregnant that I realized how much I wanted what my parents have. The husband who adores me and several squishy, little babies. However, I don’t intend to quit altogether and when I mentioned that to him, he was completely supportive. It shouldn’t have been a surprise because he’s perfect for me.

  Some women might see his jealousy and possessiveness as a flaw, b
ut I have to be honest with myself. It makes me all melty with love and hot with desire. It seems I’m an addict too, because my obsession with my husband is only growing stronger. My need for him has been almost constant over the last six weeks as we finished filming. From what I’ve read, it’s most likely due to the surprise I have for him tonight.

  “Ainsley.”

  Cannon’s voice tears my attention away from watching Rem do a complicated stunt. I turn to him and smile. “Welcome back!”

  The producers had agreed to let Cannon take a week off to do a quick cameo on a cop show set in Las Vegas. He’s like a brother to Rem, and we’ve all grown close since Rem and I got married, so I’m genuinely happy to see him.

  Cannon grins and pulls me in for a bear hug. “Thanks, sis.” I laugh when he ruffles my hair like I’m his kid sister.

  “Hands off my wife,” Remington growls out of nowhere. He comes up behind me and slips his arms around my waist, dragging me back so I’m plastered to his front.

  Cannon smirks and steps back with his hands in the air. “My mistake. I shouldn’t touch what isn’t mine.” He winks, and Rem just grunts and nuzzles his face in my neck. My whole body goes lax, and I tilt my head to give him better access.

  I’m almost completely lost to the fog of lust surrounding me. Any moment now, I’m going to drag him to the nearest dressing room and make him ease the ache he’s causing. When my new assistant, Crystal, practically bounces over to us, I almost miss Cannon’s reaction to her.

  His eyes go wide and unblinking, his jaw hanging open, and I’m pretty sure he isn’t breathing. Crystal skids to a stop and she glances at him, then quickly looks down as color blooms on her cheeks.

  “Um.” Crystal drags her eyes up to mine while she fidgets and shifts her weight on her feet a couple of times. “Is there anything you need?” Cannon takes a step closer to her, but she ignores him, focusing on me. If it weren’t for her deepening blush, I would think she hadn’t noticed.