Taut: The Ford Book

She nods again.

“I actually do take requests on very special occasions. And tonight is a very special occasion. Do you want to know why it’s so special?”

She nods.

I lean down and kiss her pu**y, then lick her slit and suck her clit, making her moan. I do it again and this time she squirms. I ease two fingers inside her and stroke her gently back and forth, then I turn my fingers around and beckon to her sweet spot.

This time she tries to hold the moans in, which only makes them more pronounced when they finally escape.

I love this.

I bury my face between her thighs, grabbing her clit between my teeth for a brief moment, but long enough to make her gasp loudly. I suck on it and then shift my attention to lapping against the forward wall of her sex with my tongue, before pulling back.

“It’s special, Ashleigh, because you are the first woman I will make love to.” I ease myself between her open legs, drag my c**k across her exposed clit, letting it pause at her opening. I push it in slightly, then withdraw and start again. Her moaning gets louder with each pass but I withhold what she wants. “Do not come yet, Ash.” Her expression is almost painful and I have to stifle a laugh. “Do your best, kitten.”

Her pu**y releases some of her juices when I use the nickname and this does so many things to me inside, I almost have no words. I drag the head of my c**k over her clit again and she arches her back. I do it harder and faster, harder and faster. “Do you like it, kitten?” Hot liquid squirts out and floods my c**k head with warmth.

“Oh, you are one sexy little surprise, Miss Li.”

She blushes and laughs a little.

“Let’s do that again.” I whip her pu**y with my dick, back and forth, several times, and with each pass she squirts a little more, her back buckles, her thighs begin to twitch from the restraints, and then one final pass is all she can take.

She explodes, screaming my name and panting hard as I thrust my c**k inside her pu**y. I ram it into her, pull out so far she’s straining to move her body towards me and keep a hold of the headboard at the same time, and then I plunge into her depths again. Over and over, I pump and thrust, and over and over she says my name. “Ford, Ford, Ford,” she begs.

I lower myself over the top of her br**sts and suck gently. It’s enough to make her cry, but not with pleasure this time. I adjust and let my tongue caress the hard nub as my c**k fills her again and again. Her whole body tenses and I pull away, all the way out, and roll over. “Let go of the headboard, Ashleigh. Let go and ease your pu**y over my cock, but do not sink down onto it. Do you understand?”

She rolls over, struggling to right herself in her bindings, and presses her hands on my chest so she can hover over top of me.

I squeeze her br**sts, harder than I should, and the milk drips out and runs over her swollen curves and lands on my stomach. “Fill yourself with my cock, now, Ashleigh.” She lowers herself on top of me and I squeeze her tits again and then massage the sticky liquid around her ni**les.

“Take me in, Ashleigh. Take me in and come for me.”

She lowers herself down on my chest, rubbing her folds back and forth across the length of my cock, then lifts up and slams down as I make her pu**y and her ni**les drip with wetness.

We moan each other’s names as we climax together. “I might need to spank you for speaking,” I tell her softly a few minutes later as I wrap my arms around her waist and breathe heavy into her neck.

“I know,” she says with a resigned sigh. “I’m counting on it.”

I laugh as I reach down and untie her legs. She stretches them out along my body when they loosen, but neither of us has the energy to remove the bindings from her ankles.

She falls asleep on top of me, satisfied, sticky, wet, and warm.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

All three of us are twisted together in the morning. Kate is lying half on me and half on Ashleigh, her little mouth open and her tongue making that little suckling motion. Ashleigh’s arms are above her head—like they are when I f**k her, I think absently—and she too is passed out cold. I wonder if Kate was demanding last night and that’s why she ended up in bed with us?

Or maybe Ashleigh just likes sleeping with her. I lift Kate off me and place her on the bed next to Ashleigh, then grab some running shorts from the dresser and stick my phone in my pocket. It’s bright out today and the sun is shining in the large south-facing windows. The back of the house has a fantastic view of LA.

I’m just about to head out and go for a run on Mulholland when Kate starts getting cranky.

“Katielynn, you’re not hungry, baby. You just ate,” Ash says in her I’m too f**king tired for this voice. “Shhhh. Go back to sleep. Shhhh.”

“I got her.” I pick Kate up and lean in to smell her. She’s still good, thank God. I open the sliding door that leads to the pool and slip outside into the sun. Kate tucks her face against my chest to avoid the brightness and I take a seat in a lounge chair. I look down at the baby. Her little fists are clutching at my upper arms and she’s looking up at me with those big browns. “What’s up, Kate?”

She blinks.

I laugh. “I like you. I want to keep you. Would you like to live here? It’s not a bad place. It’s got a great view, it’s centrally located to all the best studios. And it’s got a pool, right? You could do worse.”

She blinks.

“Oh yeah, I’d keep your mom too. No worries. She’s the milk machine.” I hear some snickering from the bedroom door and Ashleigh is peeking her head out the door.