Page 80 of Wicked Temptations
He took his sweet fucking time ripping into the lube packet with his teeth and even longer to coat himself.
He never took his eyes off me. It had me squirming; or at least trying to. It was difficult to do with my legs way up in the air.
“You gonna stare all night or you gonna fuck me?”
“Patience.” But he shifted closer, until the head of his cock was right there, pressing against my entrance. Not pushing in. Just resting there, hot and hard, and making me want to scream.
He rocked forward slightly. Just enough to tease. Just enough to make me feel the stretch without actually giving me what I wanted.
“Ash.” My hands fisted in the sheets. “Stop fucking around.”
“Make me.”
I tried to push back against him, but the angle wouldn’t let me get leverage. He held me exactly where he wanted me, hips rolling in shallow movements that did nothing except drive me insane.
“Goddammit.” I glared at him. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I swear—”
“You’ll what?” Another slow thrust that went nowhere. “You’re kinda stuck right now.”
“I hate you so much.”
He chuckled, dark and low, and the sound went straight to my cock.
The bastard knew exactly what he was doing.
Ash always did. He loved this—getting me worked up, pushing me until I snapped. And I loved it too, even if I’d never admit it out loud. Being held down, folded in half, completely at his mercy while he took his time deciding when to give me what I wanted.
Being put in my place.
Fuck.
“Still not hearing the magic word. Jude.”
I gritted my teeth. My pride warred with desperation, and desperation won by a mile. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.” The words came out rough, nearly a snarl. “Please stop being an asshole and fuck me already.”
His grin was pure sin. “Since you asked so nicely.”
He leaned down, lips crashing against mine as he finally,finallypushed inside. I groaned. The dual sensation of his tongue invading my mouth as his cock stretched me open was exactly what I needed. The burn was phenomenal. Not painful but enough to know that he was there, claiming me and ready to take me apart. He didn’t go slow. Didn’t give me time to adjust. He just kept pushing until he was buried completely, hips flush against my ass.
Fuck.
The kiss turned desperate. Messy. His tongue conquered my mouth like he was trying to take every part of me at once. I grabbed Ash’s shoulders, nails digging in, holding on as he pulled back. If I’d expected him to push forward again, I would have been so wrong. Instead, his teeth nibbled at my bottom lip as his hipsslammedback against me.
I almost came from that rough thrust alone.
“Fuck. Ash.”
He chuckled and kept going.
The angle was intense. Every thrust hit deep, dragging sounds out of me I didn’t know I could make. My pants were still tangled around my ankle, the fabric flapping over Ash’s shoulder with each brutal movement, but it only added a chaotic element that made everything feel more primal.
“God, you feel good.” Ash broke the kiss to gasp against my jaw. “So fucking good.”
I couldn’t form words. Could barely think past the sensation of him inside me, stretching me, filling me. His hips snapped forward again, and I moaned, head falling back against the mattress.
