Page 22 of So Wrong, It's Wright
“Don’t try to talk, baby. Just focus on relaxing and let me do the rest.”
With a nod, she closes her eyes, her breathing caught between a groan and a cry as she moves up and down, urging her body to open up and take me deeper and deeper. I keep a close watch on her expression, determined to make this good for her, but ready to back out the moment she seems hurt in any way. This big dick of mine is more of a curse than a blessing, and I have no right even trying to fit it inside a girl as small as Tahlia, but I just can’t fucking help myself. There’s something about her that has me wanting things I long since gave up on, and one of those is finding someone who can handle all of me.
“Ah!” Tahlia winces, and I wrap my hand around my base, blocking her from getting any further.
“Enough,” I say, flipping her on her back so I’m the one in control. Her eyes fly open, and I hold myself over the top of her, gazing down. “This is all you’re getting today.” Keeping my hand in the way to act as a guide so I don’t lose control and give her too much, I move in and out of her, loving the slick coating of her juices running down and lubricating my palm. “Fuck you feel good.”
“Ash. I’m gonna... I need it all. Please. I’m gonna...” Her fingers press into my shoulders, nails biting into my skin.
“Hold on. Just one more minute, baby. I’m almost there with you,” I gasp, jacking off and fucking her at the same time. The movement is a little frantic, and I can feel her wet heat sucking me in, a little deeper, a little deeper.
“More, Ash. More. Please. I can take it.”
“Are you sure, baby?”
“Positive. Please!”
“Fuck. OK.” I give her what she wants, moving my hand out of the way while an overwhelming surge of ecstasy rippling beneath my skin as I release my cock and plant my hands on either side of her.
“Please, Ash. Please,” she moans, her feet digging into my ass cheeks and urging me the rest of the way.
The moment her lips kiss my base, all bets are off and I let go, a couple more pumps and I’m grunting and groaning, spilling my release inside of her while she howls and scratches at me, coming so hard that I think my dick might be bruised tomorrow morning—not that I care. Being inside her, buried as far as I can go, is totally worth it.
“Tahlia. Fuck,” I mutter, slowing my strokes as we both come down and then still, wrapped around each other and connected as intimately as two people can be.
“Fuck is an understatement,” she gasps, laughing as she pushes her hair back from her face. “I’ve never… Wow.”
“And you’re not hurt?” I ask, glancing down between us and feeling turned on all over again at the sight of myself buried in her body.
“No, Ash.” She chuckles and my dick jumps from the sensation. She moans and licks her lips. “Stop worrying about me. This feelssogood. I’ve never been so full. Even my eggplant doesn’t stand up.” Now it’s my time to chuckle, which just means we’re both moaning again.
“Holy shit, tiny. How is this happening?”
“I don’t know. But do you think you could move some more? I want to keep feeling this.”
“OK,” I say, leaning down and brushing my lips against hers. “You know, I might have to cancel my flight tomorrow. I don’t think I’m pulling out of you anytime soon.”
“Good,” she whispers, her fingers moving to entwine with the base of my hair. “Because I’d really like you to stay till the end this time. No more running out the door as soon as your alarm goes off.”
“No more running away, tiny. I promise.” Moving my hips slow and languid, I smile against her mouth and kiss her much in the same way, enjoying her body while realizing that I’m in big trouble here. Tahlia and I started out of a flirtation that’s turned into something so much more very quickly, and while I can cancel my flight and book another one, eventually, I have to go back to Atlanta, and she’ll still be right here. They say long distance never works, but maybe, just maybe we can be the exception.
TAHLIA
“Oh my god,” I moan, the ache between my legs almost like someone hit me with a sledgehammer in my sleep. Sex with Ash wasoutstanding, but it’s definitely going to take a little getting used to, because the morning after feels swollen. I have a feeling that if I held a mirror between my legs, my lady parts would look like the after photo for botched lip filler. Totally worth it though. I have never felt so incredibly full, and I’ve never come so hard. It was the strange and perfect ache that made me feel more animal than human. I never want to go back to riding regular- sized cock again. Ash is all there is for me now.
But since Ash doesn’t live in the same city as me, regular trysts will be nigh on impossible. If I don’t want my little hoohah to tighten up again, I’ll have to get myself a bigger toy ‘eggplant’. Or better yet, I could get one of those cloning kits so Ash can give me my own version of the real thing. I could do one for him too, and we could do dirty things on FaceTime together while he’s not here, and then…Wait.
I force myself to stand on shaky legs so I can go to the bathroom.
Calm down, Tahls.
The multiple orgasms seem to have gone to my head, and I’m getting ahead of myself here. For all I know, Ash could consider last night a one and done situation. There aren’t any more Wright family gatherings scheduled for the foreseeable future that I know of. So maybe I am nothing more to him than a distraction while he’s here. It wouldn’t be the first time I swooned at the feet of a ladies’ man, only to realize I was just a good time. Sure, Ash’s personality doesn’t mesh with the kinds of guys I usually go for, but some men just ooze virility and women catch onto that. I’m worried that maybe I’ve just fallen headfirst into one of my old, frustrating patterns, where I give myself over to the fairytale before learning what a guy’s true intentions are. And I’ve had enough of that life. I’m trying to grow here!
“Whoa, whoa! Sit down,” Ash says, suddenly appearing in my bedroom doorway with a tray laden with sweet-smelling breakfast food—waffles and strawberries if my nose doesn’t deceive me. “I can’t imagine moving around is easy for you today.” He rushes over and places the tray on the end of the bed, taking me by the elbow like I’ve just undergone surgery or something.
“Wait. I need the bathroom,” I say, leaning into him and feeling my overactive imagination calm down a little—a ladies’ man wouldneverbring me breakfast in bed.
“OK,” he says, scooping me in his arms and carrying me there. “Give me a yell when you’re done, and I’ll carry you back.” He flashes me one of his gorgeous smiles and leaves me to my business, and true to his word, the moment I call out, he carries me back to bed.
