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I shove my hand up his shirt and enjoy the rock-hard muscles underneath. “I just told my family I was drawing boundaries.”
He bends over and takes a soft bite of my neck. My head sighs back, and he traces the shell of my ear with his lips. His murmur rumbles through me.
“If you want me to leave, I’ll go.”
He kisses me harder, my nub tingling so strong I’m weak in the knees already.
“God no, Pup, you’re the best self-care I can think of… but we need to sleep.”
He gnaws my neck just short of actually biting me. “What’s your bedtime?”
“Before midnight.” I’m already breathless.
He starts toward the couch. “We have an hour then. Enough time to taste you, ride you… make you scream.”
We reach the couch, and he lets me fall, unbuttoning his pants as he backs away toward the door.
“I’ll give you something to dream about.”
He unzips a bag and takes out a hockey stick, and for a minute, I’m almost scared.What the hell does he think we’re going to do with that?
“I got you a present.”
His gaze is dark, or at least I think it is. He runs the handle of the stick along my jawline and traces my collarbone.
“What am I going to do with that?” I swallow hard.
He passes the handle over my nipple, flicking it with the solid carbon fiber that’s still cold from being in his car. “We’re going to play together.”
He slides the stick down along my body until it’s flush through my middle, stiff firm pressure from under my chin over my breastbone, along my tummy, the stick forming a sensual line from my chin through my seam, the blade curving down along my backside. He presses the stick between my legs, and the rock-hard friction floods my core with blood supply. I spread my legs wider, opening myself farther so the rigid surface can access my sensitive nub.
A shady laugh leaves his lips. “You like that, don’t you?”
I bite my lip. “I like anything you do.” I grind myself on the stick where he leaves his hand so it stays against me. “But this? It’s nothing compared to you.”
“But I like seeing you ride it, Joey. I like watching you grind your pussy. Play with it for me.”
I love that he likes watching me. And the rigid surface is like nothing I’ve ever felt. It’s as relentless as Ashton’s gaze. I ride my man’s favorite toy, the surface doing inexplicable damage to my willpower, and within a second, it isn’t a dry hump anymore. My panties are soaked. “If I hump on this stick any longer, I won’t be able to come on yours.”
He shoves his hands in his pants and frees his cock, pumping it in his hand a few times. “You are so fucking hot like this. Two of my favorite things are under me.”
He slides his hand from the top of the stick downward until his enormous hand cups both the blade and my panties. He gently rubs it over the fabric, like the hardest fucking dildo in the world. My hips roll uncontrollably. God, he’s a tease. Then, he takes the stick off my body until the handle is in his grip. He positions the blunt end right at my entrance and presses it in gently, easing into my slit. The satin fabric of my panties pushes into me along with his creative sex toy.
My legs have a mind of their own and fall open more, giving him better access. I know he can’t put it in much farther, but at this moment, I want him to. He teases it as far as my panties allow, and spins it in a circle slowly. The feeling is like none I’ve ever had before.
He takes my hand and places it on the stick, so now I’m holding it instead of him.
“Keep that right there, baby girl. Keep it right where it feels good…” Ashton stands and pulls his jeans and boxers down then jerks off his steely dick. “Open wide, Joey. I’m going to fuck your mouth the way I wish I could fuck you with that stick.”
“Jesus, you’re dirty.”
He pumps himself. “You like my imagination, though. Look at you wanting to just shove that stick inside. I bet you want to…”
It’s impossible but… “I do.” I keep the stick on my core. It will have to do until I have him inside me, but to be fair, I need friction badly. My clit throbs begging for his touch. My pussy drips and my desire is now a wet spot on the couch.
“Naughty… naughty girl.” He rolls my nipple between his fingers and brings his dick to my lips. He traces precum over them like musky, salty gloss. “You want me to fuck your face?”
I nod and open my mouth, hopefully wide enough for him to get in. And when he puts it in, his girth is so thick he scrapes my teeth. I try to hollow out my cheeks and suck, but there’s hardly room for his cock, let alone my tongue to give him more pleasure by dancing underneath him. The taste of him sends me wild, and I throw down the hockey stick. I just want to devour him now. I want to make him so hard he feels just like that stick when he forces himself inside me.
