“Tell me, Ana.” He kissed my hips, my lower stomach.
“Fuck me, Ash!” I screamed out, unable to take it anymore. All of the build up, all of the teasing, I couldn’t stand a second more of it. “Please, fuck me!”
“That’s it.” He savored my response, rewarding me, drawing up against me. He brought his hands on my shoulders and pressed his hard shaft directly against the entrance of my wet, quivering pussy. “You want my cock, Ana?”
“Ah! Yes!”
He left my side for a moment and I nearly cried out in frustration, but then I heard the crinkle of foil and realized he was opening a condom. Good thing he still had a rational thought in his brain. But then even that thought vanished as he brought his thick crown to my dripping slit and held it there for just a second, a second that seemed to stretch out and on. And then, finally, he parted me, thrusting his tip inside, hard, all man. I inhaled sharply. He was so huge, so much bigger than anything I’d ever felt before.
“Are you going to take me in, Ana?” he asked me, his voice low and husky.
“Yes!” I dropped my head back, my thighs parting for him. I wanted him in, all of him. He pumped into me, slowly easing in, each solid inch making me more and more wet.
“Christ, you feel good,” he exhaled, breathing hard. “So fucking wet for me, Ana.”
He spread me so wide, already had me so full I couldn’t believe there was any more of him. But I wanted all of him and I thrust my hips up, needing it all. There was more. He sank fully into me, filling me so deep I couldn’t believe I could take him in. It almost hurt and my eyes widened
“You make me so big, Ana.” He dropped his head to my throat and licked me as he started to move, slowly, just an inch or two at a time. Slowly, he began to build into a rhythm, giving me some time to adjust, to spread wide and take him all the way in.
I clutched my hands to his back and began to move with him, rolling my hips against him, meeting his thrusts.
“Yes,” he panted, starting to move faster, go deeper. He was holding back, I realized. Keeping himself restrained. I wanted him to let go and take me like an animal. I dug my hands into his ass, sank my fingernails into his flesh and shoved my pussy against his cock, screaming at the feel of him.
With a deep groan, Ash’s hands on my shoulders moved from caressing to something more. Pressing me into the soft rug, his fingers fastened me there and he began to fuck me, drilling his cock into me harder and harder. Twisting under him, I took him all, bucking, working for it, writhing with need, my legs spread so wide.
“You want it hard?” he asked me, bringing a hand down to my inner thigh. He pinned it to the rug, stretching me, angling my pussy so he could take me as fast and hard as he wanted.
“Yes!” I screamed, clawing at his back, loving the way he held me down, the way he gunned into me. I felt so taken, so possessed as he drove into me again and again, both of us grunting, straining, sweat starting to glisten on our skin.
“You like how I fuck you, Ana?” he roared, pounding into me, slamming his huge cock into me, hitting my clit just right every time. I couldn’t even answer him, couldn’t form a coherent word, I just screamed, the passion coursing through my body. “I’m going to fuck you all night, Ana. I’ll never get enough of your pussy.”
His words, his thrusts, his huge cock, the feel of his hands pinning me down, I couldn’t take it anymore. The pleasure peaked, crested and crashed down over me in shuddering, orgasmic waves.
“Ah!” I cried out, my pussy clenching and squeezing around his cock as I came, shivering and screaming.
“That’s it.” He fucked me relentlessly, not stopping, not giving me a second to rest, no mercy. I threw my head to the side, another scream tearing from my throat. He gave a massive thrust up into me, so deep, claiming me completely. I clawed at him, sweaty, taking everything he had to give. I could feel his cock, so deep, so hard, pounding into me, as he called out and groaned.
My hands on his back, I relished the feel of him so tense, then the feel of his massive release. He sank down on top of me, resting most of his weight to my side, but still covering me with his leg, his shoulder, his arm. I never wanted him any other way. I wanted his touch, his taste, his cock, on me, inside of me, every second of every day for the rest of my life.
I was in trouble now.
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The next morning came and went, the sunrise completely unnoticed by either me or Ash. We had our own world, inside our hotel suite. It didn’t matter if Paris was outside, the city of lights and romance. We had everything we wanted inside, behind closed shades.
He’d made good on his promise, taking me all night long. Again in front of the fire, then in the bed. Late in the morning, I’d awoken to the feel of him by my side, along my back. His amazing cock pressed full and insistent against my backside.
I’d arched my back toward him, offering myself to him without words. He’d wrapped his large hand around my hip and angled me so he could thrust right up inside. He had me so close to coming from that alone, the breathtaking feel of him claiming me, filling me. When he brought his fingers down to my pussy, fucking me and strumming my clit, I came for him. He fucked me until I was sore, shaking the bed and coming with a mighty roar.
Still inside of me, he bit the nape of my neck. I gasped, but loved it.
“I think you just left a mark.” I still felt a twinge of pain where his teeth had met my skin.
“I want to mark you,” he murmured, pressing my hips against his. Damn if I didn’t feel his cock start to throb again, getting harder inside the wet walls of my pussy. I wiggled down on him, pressing my ass into his groin.
“You’re mine.” He ground my ass back into him, holding me there fast with his hand. His other hand traveled its way up my body to my nipple where he teased my peak, already stiff for him. He’d worked me hard all last night and now into the morning, but still I wanted more. I’d never felt anything like this before, this consuming fire, this raging, throbbing need. Every orgasm he gave me—and I’d lost count at this point—just fed my desire for more. The feel of him, the smell of him. The sounds he made, the way he worshipped my body, as if he couldn’t get enough, he’d never get enough.
Between his thumb and forefinger, he gently rolled my nipple. Teasing, light, he made me pant. “Mine,” he repeated. I closed my eyes, lost in the intensity of the feelings rolling through me. “Say it, Ana,” he commanded me, clamping his fingers down on my sensitive, swollen bud.
Pleasure shot down to my molten core, his cock hardening again deep inside of me.
“Yes, Ash.”
He twisted my nipple and thrust into me, his mouth back on my neck, licking, sucking, biting. “Say it.”
I’d never felt so owned, so claimed. It was overwhelming, suffusing my senses, leaving me breathless. There was no doubt about it. Every bone in my body answered him. “I’m yours, Ash.”
“Yes.” He drove into me, fucking me hard once again. Sore, my body still needed him and I thrust back into him, wanting him to mark me, wanting him to bruise me. I needed him and it wasn’t a tame, organized kind of a feeling. It was a wild, driving, consuming passion. My fist twisted into the pillow and I ground myself back onto his cock, wanting him to come again, wanting him to come in me without a condom. Now I was really crazy, and he wouldn’t do it. He’d been religious about condoms. Even now he withdrew and put on a new one before
thrusting back into me, wet and ready for his cock.
But he made me crazy, stripped all rational thought from my brain. I didn’t care about anything but Ash, his smell, his grunts, his huge cock driving into me, parting me and fucking me like no man ever had. Like no other man ever would.
A few hours later after we dozed again, I got up to go to the bathroom. Some bodily needs could not be ignored. I brushed my teeth, washed my face and looked at the reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing it as my own. My lips swollen from kisses, my cheeks scraped pink from his stubble, my hair looked like I’d teased it mercilessly with a fine-toothed comb. I brought a hand to it as if starting to attempt to fix it.
Fuck it. I dropped my hand down in surrender. I had the unmistakable look of a woman who’d just been properly and soundly fucked for hours on end. A smile crept over my face. That’s exactly who I was.
As I crossed through the main room of the suite, I saw Ash’s phone lighting up like a Christmas tree. He might want to see it. It might be something important, news from his family.
Climbing back into bed, he greeted me with a drowsy kiss. “Welcome back.”
“I was only gone two minutes,” I laughed.
“Too long.”
“Your phone is blowing up.” I handed it to him. It hadn’t stopped vibrating and lighting up the whole time I’d been holding it.
Grumbling, he took it from me, but moved to put it on the bedside table. “I don’t want to know.”
“It might be your family,” I said. Then I realized the stupidity of my words. I was the one who checked in with her parents on a daily basis, sending them emails and texts and leaving them voicemails to always let them know I was OK. Ash’s father had passed away. He didn’t seem close at all with his mother. And though his grandmother clearly cared for him, to her he was still just one among many in a large, extended family. The only people checking in on him as frequently as my parents checked in on me were the people making money off of him. His PR reps, his agent. That had to suck.