As she says this I realize that my connection for Ashley is deepening.
Of course, just one look and she turns me on quicker than a light switch, but it's more than that.
I care about this woman. About her safety, her well being.
That trepidation I felt in the beginning is dissolving, and I'm beginning to trust her.
I’m the fucking ruler of the free world. But I’m willing to give up everything for this woman.
What's happening to me?
17
Ashley
I’m tired of holding back. I’ve been holding back all of my life and now … now it’s time to let go. The world has placed Austin in my path, and I’d be a fool to let him go without surrendering to him. My mind and soul demand it, and my body needs his. More than any other time in my life, I know this is it. This is the man I must surrender to.
“I want you…” I find myself saying, my fingers grabbing at his shirt and pulling him into me. “I need you,” I continue, unbuttoning his shirt button by button, my fingers slowly moving down the front of his shirt and revealing the cut muscles on his chest.
He runs his fingers through my hair as I lean and rest my lips against his pectorals, laying gentle kisses all over his skin. Tugging at his shirt, I untuck it and then push it down his arms, allowing it to float down to the floor.
“I want you too … so fucking bad, Ashley,” he whispers against my ear as I press my chest against his, my nipples hardening against the cups of my bra.
“Then take me,” I whisper back at him, my skin prickling as I feel his fingers running up the side of my body. He reaches for the clasp of my bra, right between my shoulder blades, and unhooks it; then, pushing its straps down my arms, he leans in and kisses the rising curve of my breasts. His lips slide down to the outer edge of my bra and, grabbing it between his teeth, he pulls it down to reveal my rosy tips.
“Take me,” I repeat once more, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him into me harshly. Coming willingly, he parts his lips and then wraps them around my hard nipple, taking it into his mouth and running vicious circles around it with his tongue. He yanks the bra off my body and, while he keeps sucking on my nipple, he cups both my tits and squeezes them softly, my flesh shifting under the touch of his fingers.
“I want that cock of yours,” I continue, the words finding their way into my mouth. I run my fingers over his back, moving them down until I meet the hem of his pants. “I want to feel it inside my mouth…” Stretching my fingers wide, I slide them under his pants and boxers, closing my eyes as I feel his ass cheeks under the palm of my hands. “I want to feel it inside my pussy… I want to feel it everywhere,” I moan as he nibbles at my nipple, pulling it between two rows of pearly white teeth.
“You can do whatever you want with my cock, Ashley,” he replies, his words like a maddening spell. Taking my hands off of his ass, I move them over to his belt and hook my fingers on the buckle. I start unbuckling it slowly, my eyes locking on his as he pulls back from my breasts, flames of desire and lust flickering behind his smart eyes.
Pulling his belt out from its loops, I don’t even blink as I let it fall down to the floor and then undo the top button on his pants. Holding my breath, I pull his fly down and flatten the palm of my hand against the growing shape under his boxer briefs.
“Ever since I tasted your cock for the first time … I can’t think of anything else,” I admit as I curl my fingers around its shape, feeling its thickness pulse against me. “It’s so … big,” I breathe out, my chest rising as I take a deep breath, imagining how it must feel to have something so monstrous inside of me, stretching my virgin pussy wide... Is it going to hurt? God, is it even going to fit?
“That makes two of us…” he says, cupping my tits and squeezing them again. “Your pussy has driven me mad…” he continues, and I feel his cock pulse wildly against my fingers, as if words were working in tandem with the boiling blood rushing down to the huge member between his thighs. “I want to taste it again, Ashley. I want to --”
I place one finger over his lips, hushing him, and offer him a sweet but devious smile.
“You can do anything you want,” I purr, my heart tightening inside my chest as I say it. “Anything you want…” With that, I let my knees buckle under my weight and I lower my body, kneeling in front of him.
I run one fingertip over the length of his cock, measuring it, and then I lean forward and tilt my head slightly. Opening my mouth, I rest it against the shape of his cock and suck it over the fabric of his boxers, closing my eyes as the wild desire to have him inside my mouth takes over me.
I take my hands to his waist and, hooking my fingers on his boxer briefs, I pull my head back. With a quick movement, I tug both his boxer briefs and pants down, sending them to his ankles. His cock springs free fast, slapping the back of my hand, and I feel lightheaded as I see the size of his member in all of its glory. Seriously, how is something so big going to fit inside my pussy?
“It’s all yours, babe,” he tells me, noticing the hungry look in my eyes. He kicks off his shoes in a hurry and then, stepping out from his pants and boxer briefs, he simply brushes them aside with his feet.
“All mine,” I repeat, biting on my lower lip and reaching for his shaft with my hand. I curl my fingers around it, its warmness spreading to my skin, and I feel my pussy growing so wet that I’m almost afraid of becoming dehydrated.
Slowly, I start moving my hand up and down the length of his shaft, stroking him at a growing pace. I grow even wetter with each stroke
of my hand, my mind busy imagining how it must feel to have his cock sliding in and out of me at the same rhythm with which I’m stroking him. I never felt desire like this, a completely overwhelming urge to have a man inside of me… But we’re not talking about just any man, are we? We’re talking about Austin, the most handsome man I’ve ever met.
Leaning in, I part my lips and rest them against the tip of his cock, tasting his pre-cum and closing my eyes as I do it. Still stroking him, I open my mouth as wide as I can and start rolling my lips down the length of his shaft, only stopping when I feel the skin at the base of his cock. With his long inches buried deep inside my mouth, I open my eyes and look up at him, wanting to see the expression on his face as he takes in the sight.
There’s a mischievous grin on his face as he gazes at me, and I can tell that he’s enjoying the scene unfolding under him. Placing both his hands on my head, he grabs me by the hair and starts rocking his hips slowly, his cock moving in and out of my mouth at a growing pace. Allowing him to fuck my tight little mouth, I remain frozen in place, caressing his balls with my hand and feeling their weight against my palm.
“Fuck, I love your tight mouth, Ashley…” he groans, picking up the pace and rocking his hips at a more urgent rhythm. His balls slap my chin over and over again, and I wouldn’t mind if he simply fucked my mouth until he came.