Page 58 of Ashes to Ashes

Chapter Twenty-Two

Rae

Dropping back onto my calves,I sighed dreamily and swiped my arm across my chin before letting my hands fall limply to rest at my side. My pussy was dripping wet from his rough treatment, but the pleasure I’d experienced from him fucking my face had left me drowsy. I hadn’t come, but I felt ready for a longnap.

But Ash was having none of that. “Oh no you don’t,” he chided, scooping me into his arms and carrying me to the leather chair in the corner of his room. Falling to his knees, he shoved my thighs apart. “It’s my turn now,” he said, opening me wide with his fingers and then dropping his mouth to my aching sex to lap at my juices. “So fucking sweet,” he murmured, sucking on my throbbingclit.

Even in my dazed and languid state, my back bowed off the chair and I let out a keeningwail.

Ash gripped my waist and dragged my ass along the leather until my pussy rested at the edge of the chair for better access. He licked, and laved, and sucked at my bare lips. He feasted on me, the same way I’d feasted on him. The sight of him kneeling between my legs, my juices all over his beard, was nearly enough to make mecome.

When he pointed his tongue, and fucked me with it, I moaned. Even though I wasn’t supposed to speak, I whimpered, “I’m close, Ash.” Before I could come, he bit down on the inside of my thigh—branded my skin with his teeth—and hefted me out of the chair and over his shoulder. On the way to the bed, he slapped my ass, hard.

“I thought I said no talking.”

“I’m sorry,” I croaked, my voice coming out scratchy from taking his cock so far down my throat.

Smack. My ass lit up like a Christmas tree and I moaned as the pain spread. It hurt, but it was so, so sweettoo.

When we reached his bed, he tossed me down onto it. “On all fours,” he snapped, positioning me exactly how he wantedme.

With shaking arms, I propped myself up and looked over my shoulder to take in all of his naked, magnificent glory looming over me. “Fuck me,” I begged, and Ash smacked me again, propelling my body forward. I screwed my eyes shut and waited for another blow to land, but it never came. Instead, he gripped my hips and thrust his thick, hard cock into my pussy, filling me so full and so deep I didn’t know where he ended and I began.

“Holy shit,” he bit out. “I swear I could fuck you for the rest of my life, woman.”

Ash slid back out, taunting me with just the head of his crown, and then slammed all the way back in, his balls hitting me in a steady rhythm that added to the exquisite feel of me being stretched around hiscock.

“Yes!” I exclaimed. “Fuck me, Ash,” I begged. “Harder. Give it to me harder.”

He flexed his fingers, dug them into my skin and kneaded my flesh. When I was used to the pain of his grip, he pulled away and spanked my flank. I yelped, and he massaged the sting away. With his hips flexing like a piston, Ash spanked my other cheek and then caressed my heatedskin.

Over and over, he rained blows on my ass, and with each one I cried out and begged for more. I was burning up, the heat from the imprint of his hand burning a path straight to my core. I wanted to be marked by him forever. I wanted to wear the evidence of Ash’s passion for me like a signal to the world that I was his and he wasmine.

Dropping forward, he wrapped his large body around me, his mouth hovering near my ear. His breath was hot and moist against my skin as he panted with each thrust. Eventually, his weight was too much for my strained arms to bear, and I collapsed onto my front, my hands trapped between my body and the mattress. Ash maneuvered his hand to my front to find my clit, and with strong, deft fingers, he rubbed and pinched and swirled around that small bundle of delicate nerves until I was sobbing. I felt him everywhere, and I wondered, briefly, if it was possible to die from pleasure.

“I’m going to come in you,” Ash growled, taking my earlobe between his teeth and biting down. “I love thinking about your beautiful pink cunt dripping with my cum, watching it slide down your thighs.”

“Yes,” I sobbed. “Please. I need it. I needyou.”

“You’ll come when I tell you and not a second before.” He bit my shoulder and sucked my flesh brutally into his mouth, marking me. Claimingme.

“I want to come,” I begged, needing the release, yet holding out for his consent. Because if instant gratification was wonderful, during my time with Ash, I’d learned that delayed gratification blew it out of the water every damn time. The longer I held out—the longer I forced my body to obey his commands—the more intense the reward would be when he finally let mecome.

And yet, for all that, I didn’t actually know how much longer I was physically capable of holding out. He’d done things to me tonight we hadn’t done before, and I’d reveled in them. I was shaking, trembling uncontrollably, my mind no longer capable of thinking. He’d forced me to simply feel. To experience everything he gave me, everything that he was. Tonight, I’d surrendered to my body’s most basic primal instincts, instilled over thousands of millennia: the need to rut, to fuck, and to continue the survival of the species.

Repeatedly he’d taken me to the very edge of my desire, tantalizingly close to discovering the sheer weightlessness that came with the fall, only to pull me back with a whispered, “No, notyet.”

But I needed that fall. I needed to break free of the confines of my consciousness and let those primitive compulsions drive me to another plane. I needed to explode, to burn the whole thing down, and then rise from the ashes like a mighty phoenix reborn. I needed him to take me there. I needed him to let mesoar.

But Ash needed somethingtoo.

“Stay with me Rae,” he murmured against my cheek, and then slid out of me, leaving a giant chasm where we’d been joined.

Literal tears sprang to my eyes as I sobbed at the loss of his skin against mine, of the mingling of our sweat, our passion, and our desire.

But then Ash banded his arms around my middle, and sat back on his shins, pulling with him. With his front to my back, he dropped kisses all along my neck, my shoulders, across my back. “Shh, I’ve got you,” he whispered in my ear as his cock nudged at my entrance and then slipped between my folds, slidinghome.

With his hips rolling beneath me, I surrendered every part of me to every part of him. Ash’s hand skated down my middle, over my belly, and to my center. When his finger brushed over my clit, I rocked against him, desperate formore.

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