Page 2 of Hash

I always am when it comes to him.

My nails dig into his biceps as he pumps his fingers in and out at a frivolous pace. My hips have a mind of their own as they lift off the mattress, chasing his hand every time it retreats.

“You’ve got a greedy cunt. You just had me and are already ready for more.”

I’m unable to form words at this point. All I can focus on is chasing the high he’s giving me. I thrust my hips up faster into his hand, welcoming the tingling that’s igniting. My inner walls flex around his thick fingers, getting ready to fall over the edge.

“Oh, no you don’t. You started this. You don’t get to finish it without me.”

My head falls back on the pillow as my neck arches at the feeling of him abruptly removing his fingers and feeling his hard cock.

A moan leaves my lips as he taps the thick head against my clit before sliding it up and down my slit.

I tilt my hips up, following his cock.

“You’ll get it when I’m ready to give it to you, baby doll.”

“Please,” I beg, my voice needy and breathless.

My nails dig into his biceps at the feel of the head at my entrance.

“You know how much I love it when you beg for my cock.”

Without warning, Hash slams home.

“Fuck.” I gasp, pressing my nails deeper into his skin.

I’ll never get sick of the small pinch I feel when he stretches me. It’s a pain I’ll welcome every damn time.

Hash hisses as small trickles of blood leak out from under my nails and trail down his arm. He buries his face in my neck as he pumps his hips in and out. My legs make their way around his hips, wrapping him up tight as I hold on for the ride.

It isn’t long before what he was building moments ago is back with a vengeance. My moans are coming out breathy and higher pitched as my inner muscles start to flutter around his cock, trying their best to clamp down and keep him inside, but I’m not quite there yet.

“Shit, baby doll. Your cunt never wants me to leave. I need you there,” Hash groans into my neck.

“I—” I get out but end on a moan as Hash angles his hips, his pierced head hitting that sweet spot deep inside me only he’s ever been able to hit, making my walls clamp down on his cock in a vice grip.

“There it is.” Hash grunts as I explode around him.

He fucks me through my orgasm before he punches his hips to the hilt and empties inside of me.

Hash collapses on top of me, both of us fighting to catch our breath. I welcome his weight, basking in the comfort and security it gives me.

Pushing off of me, a small whine leaves my lips as he pulls out of me, leaving me with the empty feeling I’m growing to hate more and more each time.

A soft look that I rarely see comes over Hash’s face. “My cunt hates to see you leave.”

Hash unwraps my legs from around his waist, spreading them wide as he stares down at the place he left empty, the evidence of us leaking out and trickling down to my ass.

One hand leaves my ankle, scooping up the wetness that has left me and pushing it back inside my pussy, making me gasp.

“You’ll take every last drop.”

I’m at his mercy, unable to do anything but lie there and let him have his way.

Once he’s satisfied, he lets go of my legs, falls in bed beside me and tucks me up against his side without another word. Snuggling back up against him, I fall asleep with us slowly trickling out of me all over again.

I wake the next morning to the sound of a belt clunking around. My eyes flutter open to see Hash next to my bed getting dressed, no longer warming the spot beside me.