Page 78 of Commander

“Is there something you want?”

“I need to come.”

“Soon.” His focus moved back to my pussy, and before I knew it, his tongue was piercing my sopping folds deep into my core.

My legs gave out. However, I was held in the same position by Ashur’s strong hold on my thighs. His grip was tight, owning, telling me I’d have bruises in the shapes of his fingers on each thigh. He spread my legs wide and pushed my knees onto the bed, all the while eating my pussy as a man starved.

The rhythm he created made my mind cloud, releasing an addictive sense of euphoria. By the time I registered the distinct click of a tube opening, Ashur was pressing a lubed finger into the tight hole of my ass. My first instinct was to clench tight, to pull away.

“Relax, baby. I’ll make it good for you, but I have to prepare you.”

I nodded and released a deep breath, allowing my muscles to loosen. A slow burn pierced my opening as he worked his way in, inch by inch. The sensation shouldn’t feel so good, but it did. When a second finger joined the first, the pleasure-pain was too much and my empty pussy began to contract. I arched my back, unable to control the spasms talking over.

A sharp bite to my ass brought me out of my orgasm.

“I say when you come, and you will not come until my cock is deep inside your ass.”

“I hate you so much right now.”

“No you don’t, love. You’re just frustrated that I’m not giving you what you want.”

“Ashu, please,” I whined, but he ignored me.

He held me on the cusp of orgasm, working my snug passage with his fingers and my swollen, aching pussy with the thumb of his other hand.

Tears streamed down my face. My body screamed for release and just when I thought I’d tell him to fuck off and take care of my desire myself, cool liquid slid along the valley of my ass cheeks.

My focus immediately snapped to Ashur as the hum of need continued to throb deep in my core.

“Ashu,” I whispered.

My arousal cooled as it wept down the insides of my thighs, mixing with the liquid smoothness of the lubricant.

“Shhh.” His lips grazed the lower dip of my back.

In the next second, the naked hot heat of Ashur’s body molded against my back, making me moan.

His lube-covered cock slid against my clit, sending shockwaves through my body that had me nearly collapsing. Ashur’s hand snaked around my abdomen, holding me close to him.

He glided his erection up my slit to the swollen, soaked passage of my pussy, pushing in for a brief second before he moved to the puckered entrance of my ass.

“Now, I take what is mine. What has always been mine.” He gripped my hip as the head of his cock pressed through the tight ring of muscle.

I released a deep breath and tried not to tighten up, knowing it would only cause me discomfort. Sweat dampened my skin as his velvety cock pushed all the way in.

I cried out. It was almost too much, the fullness, the burning, the need. My nails dug into his forearms and my back arched.

He immediately held still, giving me time to adjust.

“Christ, you’re so tight,” Ashur said through clenched teeth. “Fuck. Tara. I have to move.”

He pulled out all the way and surged back in. Tingles and goosebumps broke out all over my skin, and the low hum of my unquenched release ignited into a full inferno.

His fingers moved from my hip over my pelvis to the bundle of nerves at the apex of my pussy. He strummed my clit, matching the pace to that of his pummeling cock.

“Oh God, Ashu. Oh, God. Why does this feel so good?”

“Because it’s us. This has only ever belonged to us.”

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