The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 18 Twisted Bedsheets

I threw her on the bed. 

Our clothes, drenched and soaked in the rain. 

"Asher," she says giving another tick to the blood on my groin. I can't control it anymore. I need her. Minutes after I told her we were still married, something snapped in me. 

"Clothes off," I say locking the door behind me. Thank fuck, she got a room in this shady motel. I don't think I would've stayed sane if I had to find a place to fuck her.

"Asher," she gets up from the bed, her wet hair sticking against her clothes like a second skin. "We're not having sex," she says, 

"No, we're not. Not unless you say so but I am fucking getting a taste of you sweetheart,"

Her eyes flutter and a cute shade of red covers her skin. As much as I like to see her blush for me I want to taste her right now. I am hungry and impatient of wanting her. The last thread of my patience snapped when I kissed her in the rain and vomited the secret that I wasn't supposed to tell her yet but fuck it. She needs to know and understand that we're anything but separated. 

"Clothes off, baby or do you want me to do it for you?" I say taking a step toward her. 

"Asher," she warns and tries to run but I quickly catch her by her wrist and push her against the wall. Her back to my front. Her hands in my hold above her head. My thighs pressed her bottom. Locking her between me and the wall. "Unhand me, you lying son of a bitch."

"Is that what you really want?" I bring my hands to her front and slowly stroke the hemline of her shirt. She takes a sharp breath at the contact of my fingers to her belly. "Say it that you want to stop and I will," I slipped my fingers beneath her shirt and lightly grazed her skin stifling a groan from how milky she felt underneath my touch. Lord have mercy on me.  "Tell me you do not want this and I will fucking stop,"

She backs up to me, our breath stuck in our throats afraid to escape and ruin this moment. "Say it, baby. Say you don't want me to touch you like this," I ask pulling her bra and replacing it with my hands.

Fuck, they fit so well in my palm. 

A moan escapes from her as I massage her breast and lightly pinch her hardened nipple. "I- don't wan-"

I unhanded her from above and brought my free hand down to her bottom. She gasp as I sink my teeth on her shoulder and rub her womanhood. "Say.It."

"Asher," she moans as I circle her covered pussy, my throbbing dick stabbing her from behind. I close my eyes and turn her around. I know she wants me but her stubbornness knows no limit. She is trying her best to deny me but I can see how her body is screaming for my touch. Asking me to take her, relish her, and mark her until she knows how good this feels. 

I ripped her clothes like she did with mine and pushed her to bed. "Spread your legs, baby. I am starving,"

Pink flushes her but she obliges. Only one piece of clothing is left. Her lace panties; Standing between me and my salvation. I crouched down on my knees by the bed, grabbed her ankles, and dragged her to me. 

Watching her open her legs for me is a vision I will never forget. I wet my lips and kissed her shin. Remembering the feel of her skin against my mouth like I always wanted since the moment I saw her at the church and then again at the Lake House. I wanted my wife more than anything and now that I get to taste her, I will fucking make sure she never forgets this night. This night will be remembered forever in history.

Stopping my training of thoughts I brought my tongue to her inner thigh and licked her before ripping the lace with my teeth.

She sucks a sharp breath and looks down at me. Our eyes meet and like a spell, I stroke my tongue on her parted lips. She falls entirely on her back arching as I plant a kiss down her bud. 

That's the last sight of sanity I held before I mindlessly sucked her. All of her. Until her tongue rolled my name, her lips read the letters of my name like a prayer, until all she could scream was my name in her mouth. 

"Ash-er" she moans, her fingers gripping my hair as I taste her like an animal.

"That's right sweetheart," I say as her pussy clenches my fingers. "Choke on my name," I climb up her as my fingers continue to stroke her. "Show me how much you want this, ride my hand, Olivia," I say licking the rainwater from her glistening neck. She shudders and I grin. 

"Oh, god. I am close," She brings my face to her and touches our forehead together. It takes everything in me not to kiss her. I can't, not when she says it herself. Our breath mixes as I feel her under me. 

She wants me as much as I want her but she is resisting. 

If she thinks I won't unbuckle her stubbornness tonight then she is so wrong. I've had enough of everyone trying to come between us, now it's time I take what's mine. My wife, My Mi Zorro. I am going to make her mine tonight and she will beg me to do so.

Just before she could cum, I pull my fingers. It's killing me not to touch her but I want her to want me. With actions. I stood up and looked at her on the bed...unfinished.

"What the fuck?" she rises on her elbow, "I was about to come,"

"I know," I tell her,

She studies my face horrified, "What are you trying to pull right now?"

"I am just doing what you wanted. I got out of control and I touched when you yourself told me not to." 

She covers herself with the sheets and sits up on the bed. "Are you fucking kidding me? I was about to cum and you're pulling this stupid stunt right now,"

"Sweetheart, I am only listening to you. If you want me to touch you then say it," 

Her eyes were spitting fire. If I was an icey son of a bitch then she was a hell-blazing fire ready to melt me on cue. I stood on my ground, I am not going to touch her and I was very confident she would give in but Olivia Myers is no pawn. She's a fucking knight in our bedroom chess. 

The instant she lays on her back I knew I fucked up. Slowly she removes her sheet unmasking her beautiful naked body. My jaw clenches when she traces her fingers down the sheer line of her stomach and stops a few inches from her womanhood. 

Our eyes stayed locked. She was telling me fuck you with her glare and I stood like an idiot as she touches herself. Her fingers circle her swollen lips parting them open and inserting a finger.

My zip tightens under me and curse. This isn't how it was supposed to go. 

Her head falls back and she moans. 

MY FUCKING NAME. 

Little by little her fingers find their pace, moving rhythmically in and out of her, rubbing and stroking. She used her free hand to pinch her nipples when I lost my control. 

My fingers shake from holding back, my eyes a shade of granite when I see her cum. So hard and hot I stumble. "Fuck," I mutter. 

Her eyes found me again, a smirk hanging on her lips as she licked her own juice from her fingers. My dick turns stone cold, my fingers fisting so hard on my side I wished they would drop from my body and find their way to touch her. 

"You were saying?" she gets up, her thighs shaking from the orgasm that she gave herself over my name. "The next time you try to pull a stunt like this make sure you know who you're audience is-" She gets on her knees on the bed and brings her mouth to my ear. Pressing her exposed front to me, "Husband dearest," she says before making her way to the bathroom.