“Is my woman ready to be fucked now?” he asked, taking a greedy hold of my hips as he stared down at my pussy. He pulled his hips away, his cock sliding out. My back arched. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” I rasped, both hands going to his forearm.
His fingers didn’t tighten around my throat as he whispered, “Never thought I’d be here. Didn’t think I’d get the chance.”
Before I could reply, he slammed back into me, forcing the air out of my lungs, the tip of his cock hitting my womb. I cried out. He grunted my name and did it again.
And again.
And again.
Over and over, building a relentless rhythm.
My nails scraped against his skin as I clawed, lifting my hips, arching my back. It was too much. He was too damn much. “Ash,” I breathed out, moaning.
“I know,” he cooed, a lock of his hair hanging in front of his forehead. “I know. Just take my cock, baby. That’s all you have to do.” He pressed my hips back down to the table, holding my lower half in place, our skin slapping together. My eyes rolled back, my mouth hanging open as I tried to gasp for air. His fingers tightened around my throat, and black dots danced in my vision. “Oh, that’s it,” he praised. “That’s my good girl.”
“A-Ash!”
He moved his hand to my lower stomach and pressed down, his hips slamming against mine, his cock ruining me. “That’s it,” he repeated. “Take this dick, baby. That’s all for you.”
Goose bumps covered me, and I could feel it coming, the pressure building. He adjusted his angle, and his thumb circled my clit.
My eyes closed, his name coming from my lips in a breathless plea. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. All I could feel was him. “Want this cunt to make a mess on me, gorgeous,” he clipped, thrusting into me harder now. “Give me that.”
His hand at my throat moved to my tit, grabbing it, slapping it, and pinching my nipple all in a matter of seconds. It was overwhelming. I cried out, my hands searching the edge of the table, something to hold on to. He didn’t stop. It was like he couldn’t stop. Pleasure scattered all around me, my heart pounding in my ears, his cock pounding into my pussy over andover, hitting the right spot every time. He didn’t let up, fucking me like an animal, starved and deadly.
It was coming, and for some reason, I was too afraid to let go.
Ash was there then, his hands on either side of my head, my legs bent back, his hips slowing, grinding now. My eyes held his in the dark, our skin slick with sweat. “Give me that,” he ordered.
“I can’t,” I whimpered.
“You can,” he vowed, fucking me gentle now. He pulled out and slowly pushed back in. “That’s mine.”
“Ash—”
“I can see it in your eyes and feel it in your cunt, baby,” he murmured, kissing me. “I need it. Please.”
“I need…I need to touch myself,” I rasped.
I expected a complaint or a shred of judgment. Hell, even for his pace to slow. Instead, he gave something else. Something more. “Fuck, please,” he begged, his voice jagged between his pants. “Please touch yourself.” He sat up, his hands sliding under my ass, lifting me. His cock hit me at a different angle, sending dots through my vision and a chill across my skin. His hand left my throat and grabbed my wrist, dragging me to our sexes. “Let me see,” he ordered, his hips still pumping. “Show me how you come, beautiful.”
The tips of my fingers grazed over my clit, sending a shock of pleasure through me. My jaw fell open, a sharp moan leaving me. He dropped his head, watching us work my body, his hips moving at a steady pace. “Jesus, that’s the hottest shit I’ve ever seen,” he muttered, his muscles tensing. I brought my free hand to his hair, running my fingers through it. Drops of water fell onto my chest, adding to the sensation. I was nearly there, but I needed his eyes.
“Please look at me,” I begged, my voice shaking as my body climbed to the peak. His head snapped up, his eyes dark.
“What is it?” His pace faltered. “Are you okay?”
“Don’t!” I cried, my fingers moving faster. “Don’t stop fucking me, Asher. Please.”
His jaw tightened and he dropped down to his forearms, caging my head. Then he pulled all the way out and slowly pushed back in. My eyes rolled back. “Yes.”
“That what you need?” he pressed gruffly.
My eyes met his again. “Don’t look away from me,” I whispered.
He didn’t.
