Page 30 of Ashes to Ashes

“Not good enough,” he growled. “What did I tell you before?” he asked, reaching into the bedside table to grab a condom. Ripping the foil packet with his teeth, he slid the latex down his length, never taking his eyes off me. “I need to hear you sayit.”

“Yes,” I answered, my voice cracking. “Please.”

And then he was at my wet, swollen entrance. Rubbing the crown over my slit, he teased me until I was bucking against him, eager and begging without words for him to enter me. He’d made me come so many times already with his mouth and his fingers that I couldn’t wait a second longer to have his cock finally inside ofme.

“I’ve wanted to do this since the second I walked in and saw you sitting there, your eyes wide with shock,” he rumbled and then thrust into me, sheathing himself to the hilt. “I’ve fucked you so many times in my mind, but this right here—” he pulled out and then impaled me again “—is better than anything I ever imagined.”

I knew exactly what he meant. The feel of his cock stretching me wide, sliding in and out with forceful tenacity, was better than I’d dreamed it would be. And trust me, I’d been dreaming about it in technicolor detail. But nothing in those dreams could compare to this, to the way he filled me and how my body welcomed him. It was almost like I’d been holding out for him, waiting, and now he’d finally comehome.

As that thought took root in my heart, Ash snaked his palm up my body, stopping for a moment to rest over my sternum, before detouring up the length of my arm, where his hand wrapped around my stiff fingers. He unfurled them from the slats and placed my hand on his shoulder.

“Touch me, Rae,” he implored. “I want to feel your hands onme.”

I sank my fingers into his strong, muscled back as my other hand loosened its grip and then tangled in his hair. When I massaged his scalp, he closed his eyes and sighed, leaning into my touch. “God that feels terrific,” he rasped, his voice tinged with wonder as he twisted and kissed my wrist. “Do it again.”

I flexed my fingers and slid them around his skull to the back of his head. Pulling him close, I rose to kiss him. To give him the tenderness I sensed he needed, that I suspected he didn’t often get. I kissed him deeply, putting everything I felt into it, and as I continued kissing him, he slowed ourpace.

He might have been a bossy lover, intent on controlling my orgasms, but as our bodies came together, I learned he could be gentle as well. He might have demanded I keep going when I didn’t think I could—pushed my body and my boundaries to their limit—but when I needed it slow, when I needed to feel that unexplainable connection we seemed to have, he obliged.

I skated my hand down his back to the tight globe of his ass and dug my fingers into the toned flesh. His muscles flexed, and I held him to me as my hips canted upward. “You feel so good,” I whispered in hisear.

“You feel like heaven,” he groaned as he pushed forward, and then, going as far as he could, held still. As my pussy pulsed around his cock, his head dropped down and he kissed me again, an urgent, heated meeting of our lips, tongue, and teeth. Pulling back, his eyes sought mine and he asked, “Can you take more of me? Will you let me give youmore?”

“Yes,” I sighed as I felt his cock twitch inside my walls.

And then Ash surged forward in a hard, demanding thrust, his cock driving into me with strength and determination over and over again, his hips pushing me down into the mattress. “Yes, yes, yes!” I cried out as he pumped into me without mercy.

“Come. Now!” he demanded, his voice gruff and hard. “Milk my cock with that tight fucking pussy.”

At his command, my orgasm hit and I exploded, my body ablaze with incandescent light, my vision going blurry.

“Fuck!” he hollered as he drove into me one final time. He threw his head back and the tendons of his neck stretched taut as his own orgasm ripped throughhim.

I watched it all unfold as if outside of myself, like a voyeur, and when he collapsed on top of me, all I could think was he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. And then I knew with no doubt whatsoever that I wanted everything he could give me. I’d let him dominate me, control me, anything he wanted … as long as I could see the pleasure and the peace my body gave him again and again.

He might control my orgasms, but now I knew I controlled a part of him aswell.

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