“Ah!”
Dale’s palm comes down on my ass again.
“No sleep for you tonight, baby,” he says. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Chapter Eleven
Dale
Deep inside, hidden like the rest of things I forbid myself to think about, is the yearning I’ve always had.
It was never enough to make me do anything about it, but with Ashley… Sweet, beautiful Ashley with that delectable ass…
I needed to spank her. Make that ass red like a cherry and warm like her countenance.
Fuck, I’m so hard.
But I need more.
I need to make her come again. And then again. I need to make her pass out from pleasure. And then, when her body is limp and sated and used up, I want to fuck her hard again. Harder than I fucked her against the wall in the hallway.
Harder than I’ve ever fucked before.
I need it.
I need it more than air.
I need it to silence the demons inside me. To silence the thoughts running rampant through my mind.
And even more, I need it to forget.
To forget the horror of the past two days.
The horror of part of my life.
My Syrah. My beautiful Syrah.
Lost to a fucking fire that should never have started.
Lightning strike, they said. Possibly a campfire.
Not my campfire. I couldn’t live with myself if I’d started the fire.
If I’d started the fire, I’d be dead.
Perish the thought.
Death is not an option. For a hot minute, when I was a kid, I thought it was the only option.
Now? I want to live. Even with the demons crawling around inside me raring to get out, I want to live.
I want to live for my parents, my siblings, for Ashley.
I want to live for my vines, my art.
This passion I’m feeling, this ache for sex…
It’s proof.
Proof that I’m alive.
My vines may have perished, but I live.
And I’ll continue to live with all the pain.
Because the pain is me. We can’t be separated.
Quickly, I get rid of my clothes and boots. I should shower. Ashley doesn’t deserve a dirty lover.
But the woods, the fire—it all made me this way. I’m hungry for her. I’m hungry like a grizzly hunting its next meal. I’m hungry like a wolf sensing a female in heat.
I’m hungry in all ways for this woman. My woman. My Ashley.
“Spread your legs,” I order.
She obeys me, her pussy swollen and wet from her orgasm. I’m going to give her another. Then another.
I’m going to eat her until there’s nothing left of her, and then I’m going to stuff her full of my cock again and again.
And when I’m done…
I’m going to begin again.
I dive into her heat.
She’s still wet—wet and slick and delicious, as always. I enjoyed my foray into her ass, and I’ll go back there, but not tonight. Not without talking to her first. Tonight I don’t want to talk.
I want to do.
Just do.
I lick and eat and bury my face in her cream. When she grabs my head, fists handfuls of my hair, my desire is fueled even further. I need her, need to bury myself in her.
If I bury myself deep enough, can I slay my demons?
No, but I can at least hide from them for a short while.
I nip at her clit as she wails. Then, when I shove two fingers inside her, she contracts around me, coming.
“Dale,” she cries. “My God, Dale!”
Her voice. It’s a symphony to me, and though I don’t see it in color as she sees mine, nothing has ever been more beautiful to me. More musical to me.
I continue, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of her.
She’s so responsive. So hot.
One more. And then another.
“Keep coming,” I order. “Come until you can’t take it anymore.”
“Yes. I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming!”
Another climax rolls through her. Another. Another.
Until—
“Stop. Can’t…” she whimpers.
“You can,” I say. “You will.”
I finger fuck her faster, suck harder on her clit, determined to keep pulling out climaxes.
“Can’t…”
“You can,” I growl against her pussy.
One more. Just one more, and then I can fuck her.
One more, Ashley.
But she lies limp. I’ve drained her. Drained her of all her pleasure.
Now it’s time to take mine.
I’m hard as a steel beam as I crawl upward over her body, hover for a moment, letting the head of my cock slide against her slick folds.
Then I thrust.
I burn through her, completing her body with my own.
Even though she’s wet and used up, she’s still tight as a virgin. Her walls encase my cock, and I hold it there for a few seconds, reveling in our completeness.
But my cock has a mind of its own, and soon I pull out and plunge back in.
Again, again, again…
A fast fuck. A hard fuck.
A fuck that takes what I ache for.
I don’t last long.
After five strokes, my balls are tingling, itching to let go.
I don’t resist.
I don’t resist because I know I’ll be ready to go again soon.
Always ready to go again with Ashley.
The climax blazes through me, sending my nerves skittering and my flesh tingling.
All of me. All of me in all of Ashley.
I hold myself inside her, letting the waves crash through me, letting my mind be silent, if only for these few precious moments.
The silence. The golden silence of only pure emotion without words or thoughts—born of a climax inside the woman I love.
This is peace.
If only it were everlasting.
When my release finally subsides, I roll onto my back, my soiled hair slick with sweat and falling into my eyes.
Ashley lies quietly, her eyes closed.
She’s used.
So very beautifully used.
What time is it, anyway? Well after midnight, I imagine.
I should get up. Shower. Wash the burn smell off my skin and out of my hair. My hands are dirty, black under my nails.
I touched Ashley with these dirty hands. Put these soiled fingers inside her perfection.
She deserved better.
What’s done is done…except I’m not done.
For now, though, I’ll let her sleep.
In the morning, she’s mine again.
And I’ll start over.
Chapter Twelve
Ashley
I wake to Penny’s nose nuzzling my cheek. Sunlight streams in through the windows in Dale’s bedroom. I jerk upward.
It’s late!
Dale lies next to me, naked and uncovered. His hair is tangled and knotted. His skin covered in soot.
I’m covered in soot from him.
I hardly care.
I touch his unshaven cheek, only lightly so as not to wake him. He needs to sleep. If he sleeps the day away, it still won’t be enough.
I sneak out of bed as quietly as I can and don a robe before heading to the kitchen to let Penny out while I get her breakfast ready.
Speaking of breakfast, I’m famished. Dale took me for quite a ride last night, and I can’t begin to imagine all the calories I burned. I’m craving carbs. No bacon and eggs for me today. Toast. Toast with some spiced peach jam. I grab the jar out of the fridge and throw two slices of white bread in the toaster.