Page 125 of Bound in Ashes

The sound of my hand against her ass was obscene in her sweet, quiet bedroom.

So was I.

I pulled her panties, ripping them off, pushed my cock inside her and fucked her relentlessly, like I could fuck her hard enough, fast enough, to get ahead of what was coming.

I couldn’t.

Knew that.

But I fucked her harder anyway.

“Jack—”

“Shut up.”

She arched under me when I twisted her clit and flew apart when I sank my teeth into her shoulder.

Her pussy pulsed around me, milking my cock, and at the last second, I pulled out.

Spilled milky white cum on her ass.

Seeing my seed on her skin unlocked something feral.

I pushed back inside her, locking my arm around her waist and held her tight as my cock pulsed in her slippery, soaking walls.

I came until I had nothing left.

Grabbed her ass cheeks and looked between our bodies as my cock slipped out of her.

Growled when she shifted and some of my cum slipped out.

I curved two fingers and scooped the cum off her ass, gathering what had slipped out and pushed my fingers in her pussy.

She took me easily, so I added another, the darkness inside me, the thing that she feared, refusing to allow even a drop to escape.

I felt her gaze on me, and looked up to meet her eyes.

But I couldn’t hold it.

Didn’t deserve to.

So I pulled away, and redressed.

Asia lingered for a moment, and then did the same.

I let my gaze sweep the room. Then settled on her.

“I’m leaving.”

She trembled. Or maybe I just thought she did.

I wasn’t sure because she fumbled with the buttons on her flannel shirt and said, “When?”

“Now.”

She flinched.

I was sure I’d seen it.