Page 21 of Bound in Ashes

I pressed my palms against the rough wood.

Felt his hands on my hips.

Felt him pull my jeans down just enough.

Felt the head of his cock at my entrance.

I pushed back, pulling him in an inch, the stretch of his bulbous head breaching my walls making my fists clench.

He panted and thrust inside me in one stroke.

Deep.

Brutal.

Perfect.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead pressing between my shoulder blades. “Fuck. Fuck.”

He pulled out slowly, his thick, veiny shaft stroking my walls.

Then slammed back in.

I gasped, trying to find purchase against the wood.

He thrust again. And again. Hard enough that the shed walls rocked.

“Jack. Oh, God!”

“That’s right. Show me how much you like it when I fuck my pussy,” he said as his hand found my clit.

It was too much.

I was too close.

“Come again,” he ordered. “Come on my cock.”

“I can’t⁠—”

“You can.” He pinched my clit “You will.”

He thrust hard, then pulled my head back, holding me in place as he fucked me, the blunt tip of his cock hitting that spot over and over again.

My legs trembled. “Jack,” I moaned.

His cock hardened. “Say it again.”

“Jack.”

“Louder.”

“Jack!”

He thrust harder. Pinched my clit again.

A second orgasm tore through me like a violent storm.