Page 58 of Pulse
“I don’t want gentle,” I replied, pulling his mouth toward mine.
Our lips met and his tongue plunged deep, twining with mine. He chose that moment to pull his cock back and thrust deep, hitting my clit so hard that I moaned into his mouth.
Pulling my lips from his, I sucked in a desperate breath as he began fucking me, pounding into my body and giving away that he’d been holding onto as much tension these past few months as I had. He’d wanted me desperately, completely, and just like our first time on the mat at Beat, it was raw and animalistic, his need to claim granting every desire my body wanted.
He pressed his forehead against mine, his lips parted and skin hot and sweaty. His gaze held onto mine as he drove his cock into me again and again, pounding against my clit and building my orgasm to breaking point.
“Ash,” I gasped.
“Come,” he grunted, increasing his pace. “Spitfire.”
“Don’t stop,” I cried out as my body erupted below his.
“Never.”
He thrust into me as I tightened around his cock and I couldn’t hold on. I threw my head back, breaking from his gaze and let the orgasm take me. It crashed through my body, searing through nerve endings and took my vision with it. Lips were against my skin, hands buried into my hair pulling painfully, but I didn’t care. It felt so good. All of it. The pleasure and pain were both the same.
Ash drove his cock into me, his grunting mingling with my desperate cries. I felt him come, his body quaking against mine, sweat sticking us together.
He pumped again, filling me even more, giving me everything he had and held still, spilling inside me.
There was this moment of calm as we rode the last of our orgasms together when he was deep inside me, hands wound into my hair and I knew. I knew I’d made the right choice.
It was Ash. It’d always be Ash.
I wasn’t sure how long we lay together, locked in our desperate embrace. I wasn’t sure how long Ash clutched me, his cock still inside my body. I didn’t care in the slightest.
It wasn’t until I began to shiver as our bodies cooled in the aftermath that he pulled out and drew the covers over us, wrapping our bodies together.
He pressed a kiss against my mouth and sighed. “I know it makes me sound like a pussy, but you’re precious to me.”
I couldn’t help smiling and I moaned in satisfaction. These were the words I’d wanted to hear from him all along. I knew he felt it, but I wanted him to be able to tell me. Now he had and it made my bloodstream hum in delight.
“I didn’t think I was capable,” he added.
I frowned. “Capable of what?”
“I always thought I was a beast. A fuckin’ animal with no control. Beasts can’t love.”
I screwed up my face. “Get fucked.”
“I did.”
I rolled over so I was half lying across his chest and cupped his face in my hand. “Well, animal sex with you is mind-blowing by the way.”
“I don’t care how we do it as long as I get to put my cock in you.”
I laughed before pressing a kiss to his lips. “There’s the vulgar asshole I know and love.”
Ash hissed, his green eyes piercing into mine. “I’ll never get tired of you saying that.”
“What? Calling you an asshole?” I asked, knowing full well what he was getting at. He didn’t laugh, his expression just fell and I began to panic a little. “What?”
“I just…I don’t want anything bad to happen to you because of me.”
“Bad things happen all the time.”
