Page 173 of Little Sunshine

And Ash must’ve known because he gruffly ordered, “Stop touching your pretty pussy.”

But I didn’t. Couldn’t. I was too close.

He yanked my hair harder. “Remember a few days ago?”

I did.

When Ash had wanted to eat me slowly so he could savor the taste, I’d threatened to take matters into my own hands.

And he’d allowed it.

Just not in the way I’d needed.

While he’d watched and lazily stroked his cock, he’d forced me to play with my pussy until my fingers had pruned. But he hadn’t let me come. Not until I’d been a whimpering, pathetic mess. Not until I’d been desperate and shaking. Not until I’d promised to never touch what belonged to him without his permission.

It still took all my willpower to force my hand away, and I had to grip the fabric of his slacks that were still pooled around his legs with the effort.

“If I tell you to stay somewhere, that means stay there. Don’t know what I would do if something happened to you. It’d fucking kill me.” Ash’s thrusts sped up but remained shallow. “And never, fucking ever call me Ash again. Understood?”

Since my mouth was full, all I could do was nod.

He pushed deeper. “Relax your throat, Camila. Let Daddy in.”

I tried to release him and lean back. Not because I wanted to stop. I wanted to beg. I needed to come so bad, it hurt.

Trying to pull away from him was the wrong move. His irate gaze narrowed.

“I’m not letting you go.” Moving his hold from my hair to my face, he pried my mouth open wider. “I’ll never let you go.”

He moved me how he wanted me as he used me how he needed. Brutal and unrestrained, he fucked my face until tears blurred my vision before they trailed down my cheeks. That didn’t give him pause. He didn’t stop or even slow.

Groaning low and rough, he surged deeper. Went faster. Using his hold, he tugged me forward at the same time he thrust, taking me to my limit and pushing past it. My breaths came in whatever small bursts I could get each time he withdrew from my throat.

He pulled free suddenly to fist himself. “Shirt and bra off.”

I didn’t ask why. I just did it.

I’d seen him touch himself before, but it was always slow. Leisurely. A tease.

That time was different.

Each long stroke was so fast, his hand seemed to blur. It was rough. Violent.

With a harsh grunt, he aimed so the first spurt of cum hit my breasts. Gripping my head, he kept it close enough for the rest to splatter across my face.

Marking me as his.

One second, I was on my knees. The next, I was back on the counter. I barely had time to process the change when Ash’s thumb began rubbing my clit in tight circles. He used the index finger on his other hand to swipe some of the mess from my face. I thought he was just cleaning it away, but he slid his finger into my pussy.

Pushing his cum inside me.

I was already on the verge of coming apart, but at that, I didn’t break.

I shattered.

Ash’s skilled fingers worked me through one orgasm and straight into the next. When it finally passed, his pressure eased, but his finger still glided in and out.

I tried to close my legs against the sweet torture, but his palm spanked my oversensitive pussy, and my legs shot back open.

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