Page 87 of Ashes
“You feel incredible,” he praised, driving his hips upward. He was moving achingly slow as his hips met mine. He tugged on my hair, yanking my head back. He peppered kisses along my jaw, down my neck, where he pulled the skin into his mouth and sucked on it.
“You… You do too, but?—”
He angled his hips, cutting my sentence short.
“Yes,” I cried out. “More.”
And he started to fuck me, somehow driving deeper inside me with each thrust. I kept riding him and his upward thrust became more erratic, fucking me relentlessly.
My body’s temperature reached a scorching level and the tension in my core tightened, spiraling higher and higher, waiting patiently to unfurl.
His teeth scraped along my pulse point and my breathing quickened as my orgasm kept climbing.
“You look so good taking my cock,mon amour,” he husked. “I love the feeling of your tight pussy stretching open for me.”
Jamal reached between us and pinched my clit.
“Jamal,” I cried out.
“That’s it, Sienna,” he said, his other hand gripping my side a little tighter to help me ride. “Ride my cock until you come.”
Desire fueled me and I rode him faster, an overwhelming feeling taking over.
It was all too much. I’d come on his fingers and on his tongue before but this…
This was pure ecstasy.
Jamal rubbed my clit as I alternated between bouncing on him and rolling my hips, chasing the pleasure that waited right at my fingertips. I felt his cock swell inside me and my walls clenched around him.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Your cunt is squeezing me so tight, Sienna. I can feel you dripping down my balls.”
“Jamal,” I said breathlessly. His words were too much. The picture he was painting was sending jolts of electricity down my spine, intensifying my imminent descent.
He slid a hand up between my heaving breasts and grabbed one, taking a nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around before he tugged on it with his teeth.
That’s all it took for my orgasm to rip through me like a thunderstorm.
Stars exploded behind my eyes and I cried out his name over and over again as he fucked me hard and fast, squeezing every ounce of my pleasure.
“God, you’re something else. Just so beautiful coming around my cock.”
He kept driving into me until I fell completely limp in his arms.
Just as I thought it was over, Jamal held me to him and flipped us over so I was on my back. “You did so well, butI think you can do even better and give me another one,” he demanded.
He withdrew his cock and tilted my hips up, positioning himself at my entrance before he slid into my tender core.
“Oh,” I whimpered, my hands flying to his neck.
“I want to fill you with my cum. I want to be the only man to ever come in this pussy.” His pelvis hit my clit each time he rolled his hips up and into me, another orgasm awakening.
“Yes,” I said, but my moans drowned out my response.
Jamal was panting loudly as he drove in and out, his fingers gripping my hips so tightly, they’d most likely leave bruises. And I wasn’t opposed to it, to him marking me.
I wanted to carry a reminder of this moment beyond how I was feeling right now, howhewas making me feel. I was drunk on him and I never wanted to sober up.
“God, I’ll never get enough of you.” Jamal sealed his mouth over mine and gave me a bruising kiss.
