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  I pulled her to me as she made to walk by and purposely rubbed my dick over her pussy. I had to lift her short ass up off her toes to do it, so had the added bonus of her tits pressed into my chest. I looked down at her, secretly happy as fuck that she was in my arms again. Now that she’s back where she belongs I can admit to myself that there were times when I’d feared it would never happen.

  Holding her eyes with mine, I lowered my head and took her lips. Her little arms came around my neck and that brick that had been pressing down on my heart since I came back to town, shifted about another inch or so.

  I pulled her legs around my waist and used one hand to hold her up by her ass, while the other one went to my zipper. I dropped trou and ran my cock from her ass to her pussy and clit over and over until her pussy cream and my pre-cum made between her thighs slippery and wet.

  I held my cock still and pushed her down until she was halfway to my nuts. I never left her lips as I now used both hands on her magnificent ass to pull her down farther on my cock. Her pussy was already making sloshing noises as I walked around the room with her sweet cunt impaled on my dick.

  She needed air so I had mercy on her and released her lips, only to latch onto the flesh of her neck with my teeth. Her pussy juiced and flexed around my cock and she pressed herself harder against me.

  I brought one of my hands to her tit and thumbed her nipple. She rode my cock and mewled when I teased her ass hole with the finger of my free hand. I walked to one of the guest chairs and laid her back across the arm.

  I took her hips in my hands and fucked into her hard. She yelled and her body arched sending her tummy into the air and her pussy harder down on my cock. I smacked her tit then took the nipple between my fingers and she yipped and fucked herself harder on and off my cock.

  “Oh yeah, you missed me. Your pussy hasn’t stopped juicing since I got inside you. You’re still my hot little bitch aren’t you baby?” Of course she blushed, but her pussy never stopped taking dick and her nipple was a hard bead between my fingers.

  I slid my hand down between her tits and down her flat stomach until I reached her clit. I pressed and rotated it beneath my thumb while surging into her pussy with sure, deep strokes that hit the back of her cunt with precision and force. She’s going to be sore as fuck when I’m done with her, if I’m ever done with her. I have five years to make up for.

  “You owe me approximately one thousand eight hundred and twenty six days. I figure if I fuck you three times a day for the next fifty years or so that, should cover it.” I pulled my cock almost all the way out of her until just the thick head split her pussy before fucking back in making her jerk against the leather chair arm.

  My eyes were glued to where my cock entered her. The angry looking slab of meat looked obscene stuffed inside her dainty little fuck hole. Her pussy was as tight as the first time I’d taken her all those years ago. The only thing that was missing was the blood of her innocence. She hadn’t bled since the third or fourth time after I opened her. She’d learned to take me and her pussy had adjusted.

  It was going to take a few days at least ‘til we get back there, but for now it was enough to get inside her. I worked her on and off my cock going faster now as my release built in my nuts and made my toes tingle and my head feel light enough to fly off my shoulders.

  “Cum on my cock you traitorous bitch.” I slammed her pussy down hard on my cock and jetted off a stream of potent seed in her pussy. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her legs shook hard and her whole body turned red as she let go and coated my cock with hot pussy juice.

  I stayed buried in her long enough to be sure I dripped every last bit of cum deep inside her before pulling out. “Go, I’ll be there in a minute.” I smacked her ass and sent her on her way.

  ASHLEY

  I walked out of the room on shaky legs. I could feel the soreness beginning between my thighs and my own juices coating my thighs. I knew it was mine and not his because he’d taught me long ago that when he cums that deep inside me, none of him will escape. It used to scare the hell out of me because I was afraid of falling pregnant.

  Back then we used something he called the rhythm method because he refused to use a condom and there was no way even at eighteen that I was going to ask my mom to get me birth control. We shared the same doctor, so it was out of the question for me to go on my own. She would’ve found out anyway.

  I had to hold onto the banister as I made my way up the stairs still not believing that all that had happened in the last few days had actually taken place. There was an underlying fear over everything now. What was he going to do? I mean he’s done plenty in that time already, but somehow I don’t think he’s finished. He has a lot of pent up anger, and what’s worse, he has every right.

  The thought gave me the chills and I felt sick to my stomach. I’d never had the chance to explain my part in the whole mess, and now it didn’t seem like he had much interest in hearing anything I had to say. For that reason, his return was bittersweet. I’d barely survived last time, and this Rock seems a hell of a lot less understanding than he was before.

  I found the infamous room with the mirrored bed and my face went up in flames. Looks like I’ll be bearing the brunt of whatever vengeance he intended to exact. He knew what having that mirror there, where he could look down at me while I…

  It didn’t bear thinking. I looked around the room with its masculine colors and heavy furniture. The bed was a massive work of mahogany and artwork that reminded me of something you’d find in an English castle. On closer inspection I noticed that the art wasn’t so innocent.

  It depicted scenes of men and women in some very risqué poses. He didn’t really expect me to sleep here. No Ashley girl. I don’t think he has sleep on the mind. My sore lady parts throbbed at the thought of just what he planned to do to me on that bed and my mind flashed back to the past. I sat on the side of the bed as my mind went back in time to a happier time. A time when I’d believed that there was happiness in the world after all. A time when I’d felt safe and cherished, loved even.

  5

  Ashley

  I’d been having a miserable day. Mom and dad had insisted that I tag along with them to the country club when all I really wanted was to curl up in my bed with a good book and wile away the rest of the evening.

  I’d been a shy unassuming teen who preferred the company of the characters in my favorite books to the real thing. People made me nervous and I could never think of a thing to say, especially to strangers. So that night was going to be extra horrible because we were meeting with one of dad’s clients who’d brought his son along with him and his wife.

  What made it even worse were all the hints my parents kept making as if they were trying to drum up interest between me, and the son. I broke out in a sweat before we even left the house.

  I’d dreaded the evening ahead as we made it to the club. This place always made me feel inadequate and out of place. I was always afraid I’d knock something over or commit some kind of faux pas that would have my mother livid for the next week.

  I saw him as soon as we entered. It was almost as if I felt his stare and was drawn to find the eyes that had made me shiver. Not in a bad way, but in that way I get when I read a particularly good part of a story where the hero has just claimed the heroine.

  I knew it was fanciful thinking, but when our eyes connected I’d wished that such things were possible. He was the most compelling, exciting man I’d ever seen outside of one of my romance stories. His eyes seemed to see right through me, and his body under the shirt he wore, his arms… his shoulders…

  I’d looked away in embarrassed shame for practically undressing the man in public. I felt gauche and uncomfortable in my skin. More so than usual! I’d sat there at the whole evening wanting so badly to turn around for another look at him. At least it had one good affect on the evening. I was so preoccupied with him that I forgot to be uncomfortable and awkward with our dinner guests.

  Then I felt his eyes on me again and took a quick look. His eyes held mine until I thought for sure the whole room would notice, but then he released me from his strange hold and I was able to look away again.

  I let out the breath I hadn’t been aware of holding and mom had given me a scolding look. Probably thought I was scoffing at the last inane thing she’d said. As if I ever would. I had butterflies in my tummy from his stare and there was a strange tingle between my thighs. “May I be excused mother? I need to visit the restroom.” I needed to go splash my face to cool down.

  I felt him as soon as he entered the little darkened hallway and my pulse had raced and my knees locked as the most overwhelming ache started deep inside me. When he’d ordered me to look at him I felt warm liquid leave my body and wet the cotton crotch of my very sensible underwear.

  That had been the beginning. I’d given him my number, something I never would’ve done if I’d been thinking straight. I’d stayed by the phone for the next three days until he finally called. I remember that light headed giddy feeling I had at just the sound of his voice.

  He’d asked me to meet him somewhere and when I tried to explain that it wouldn’t be easy getting away from my parents, he’d made it an order. Everything in me had opened and closed like a butterfly’s wings and I knew I would do whatever it took to meet him.

  That night I’d lied and said I had a study date with a girl that I was sure they would approve of and felt just a little guilt at the look on mom’s face. Being a social butterfly herself, she didn’t know what to make of a daughter who was afraid of her own shadow.

  I’d gone to his place as he’d ordered and it was only as I was standing in his apartment with the door closed and locked at my back that I asked myself what the hell I was doing there. He could be an axe murderer for all I knew. And no one knew I was here.

  I started to turn back to the door, but he reached out an arm and stopped me. Too late for that.” He pulled me to him with my back turned, and put his face in my neck. He inhaled deeply and my body temp went up about twenty degrees. My heart had never beat so hard or so fast before in my life and I had the strongest urge to close my eyes and lean back into his strong broad chest and let him do as he pleased.

  Just as suddenly as his face appeared in my neck it was gone and he moved away from me leaving me feeling cold and alone. My nipples were hard and achy, just dying for his touch and I bit my lip to keep myself from begging out loud. I was confused, having never experienced any of this outside of the quiet little thrills I got from reading. But I knew something big was happening between us, at least on my end.

  He came back to me and his hand covered my ass cheek. I was embarrassed to have him feel me there. I’ve always been less than pleased with my body. My breasts refused to grow since they appeared at fourteen, but my ass was another matter. I think I’m what some people call bottom heavy, though the rest of me was well proportioned.

  My legs were long, my waist neat, and the rest of my body slender. Nothing at all that would hint at the extra appendage that hung off the back of me. “You have a great ass. I can’t wait to sink my teeth in it… as well as other things.”

  My face had turned four shades of red. No one had ever talked to me like that. Most everyone knew to keep a respectable distance from the daughter of the town’s wealthiest citizen. But this man…this…

  “I’m sorry, I don’t know your name.” I looked over my shoulder at him, embarrassed that I was here letting him paw me and I didn’t even know his name. I was totally and completely at his mercy. Somehow the thought made that place between my thighs throb harder instead of making me afraid.

  He grinned and whispered his name in my ear as he rubbed my ass. “Rock!” Even his name gave me heart palpitations. His hand rubbed against my ass a little longer and then it was gone. I missed his touch already and wished I could push my breasts up to him so he could give them some of that loving care. My body was no longer under my control and I wondered at the strange new feelings he’d awakened in me so effortlessly.

  He kept moving around me, touching me, studying me, until I was afraid he’d find me lacking. “Take this off.” He pulled at the material of my top and I looked at him in surprise. “What?” My voice came out in a squeak and my hands started to tremble.

  His answer was a raised brow. Somehow that was all it took to have my fingers moving to the buttons that ran the length of the front of my blouse. My fingers felt clumsy and uncoordinated but I was finally able to get them all undone.

  Next I had the embarrassment of my miniscule breasts and what he would think of them to deal with. I’d seen the woman he was with that night; she was a knockout. I knew I wouldn’t match up very well to her. Still I pushed the soft silk off my shoulders and stood before him in my bra and the skirt that fell to my ankles.

  “That too.” I covered my breasts almost protectively until his heavy silence had me rushing to obey. I couldn’t believe I was doing this even as I dropped the bra from my fingertips. I couldn’t hold back the sigh when I felt his warm palm caress my nipple softly. I pushed into his hand begging him without words to touch me harder. He took his hand away leaving me feeling bereft once again.

  He kept that up, light touches to my breast, my butt or between my thighs through my skirt. But always before the feelings building inside me could come to fruition he’d pull his hand or his mouth away until I was ready to scream. Then he stood in front of me and slowly pulled his shirt off over his head.

  I swallowed hard at my first sight of his muscled chest. His skin was so much darker than my pale flesh and the vision of his tanned body pressing mine into the bed made me wetter and my breath became shorter.

  When he dropped his jeans from around his hips I took a step back, shaking my head as I went. He was huge, and naked. I held a hand out in front of me as if that would hold him at bay, but when he took a step towards me and grabbed my hand in his I knew there was no escaping.

  6

  Ashley

  I hadn’t expected this when I came here. The few young men of my acquaintance wouldn’t think of being so bold with me, but he didn’t seem to care. I felt faint even as my tummy quivered and I got wetter between my thighs. My breath got trapped in my lungs when that long dark thing between his thighs seemed to grow and jump with every move he made.

  He held my hand and led me over to the sectional couch that I’d only now noticed. He sat himself on the couch and pulled me down beside him. My eyes had never left the monstrosity between his legs. I knew it was monstrous because I’d seen a penis in science class and it looked nothing like his.

  I knew from reading that all men were made different down there, but I don’t think I’d ever read about one as big as his. It had to be about twelve inches or more. It wasn’t just the length that made me want to cover my poor virgin sex and run screaming from the building.

  It was the thick width of it, and the way the veins stood out that ran the length of it. The head was an angry purplish hue while the rest of his shaft was a nice tanned color, as if he’d sunbathed naked at some point. There were no tan lines anywhere so I was pretty sure I was right.

  He held himself at the base, making his penis look even more formidable as it stood out form the thick patch of pubic hair. “Touch him.” I looked at him with my mouth still hanging open, before looking back down at it. There was a bead of clear liquid forming at the top and my lips tingled in a strange way. The way they do in anticipation of tasting something good that I was about to eat.

  My hand reached out and wrapped around him, or at least it tried. I couldn’t get my hand to close around his girth. His flesh was hard, soft and hot. My heart sped up and my body felt weak. I sat there like a simpleton just squeezing my hand open and closed.

  “Like this.” He covered my hand with his and stroked up and down his shaft. Soon his hand was gone and I was playing with that hot, soft, hard flesh on my own.

  My heart felt weird, in a good way and I looked up at his face wanting to see if I was giving him pleasure. He had his head thrown back and was gritting his teeth and it made me feel powerful. He thrust up into my hand and I sped up my strokes until that bead of liquid became a flow and ran down my fingers onto my hand.

  “That’s good baby, now I want your mouth.” He led me to the floor between his spread thighs and I shook like a leaf in a high wind when he led my head down to his monster while holding it up for my mouth. I licked the tip, curious about the liquid that he produced. The taste was salty, but not bad. I licked again, until pretty soon I was licking it as fast as it leaked.

  He hissed and grabbed the back of my head, pushing me down until I had more of his length inside my mouth. I could only take the first few inches until I felt him in my throat. I thought I was going to gag or worse yet choke to death, but he stopped there and just started an in and out motion into my mouth.

  “Look at me when you suck my cock.” I looked up and our eyes met. “Keep them there.” He moved in and out of my mouth going faster, harder until he set a rhythm for me to follow.

  I knew what this was called. Face fucking. But I never thought in a million years I would ever be here doing this with anyone. My breasts and places south ached and I rubbed my knees together as I bobbed my head up and down on his… cock. It no longer felt like a penis. That word seemed too tame to describe the amazing piece of flesh that was trying to tear through the back of my head.

  He reached over my back and pulled the zipper of my skirt down until it fell around my knees and pooled there. I was embarrassed that he could see my little girl panties, which were all mom ever bought me. I’d taken care today even though I hadn’t expected anything to happen. But I’d worn my favorite yellow pastel panties with the pictures of butterflies all over it in varying colors.

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