"Always the romantic," she teased before she got into the limo.
I could see the outline of her thong against that skirt, it was so tight. I know you’re not supposed to see visible panty lines, but I’d seen her ass so many times, I could tell where it was.
All through dinner, she gave me flirty smiles and kept my cock hard till I couldn't wait to get her back to my condo. I kept imagining bending her over and having her hold onto the windows in my living room as she stared out into the urban canyons of New York City as I fucked the living daylights out of her.
But she just leaned back into me into the car and nestled her head on my chest. I could smell her shampoo.
“Arsen, I’m really sore from last night and this morning,” she mewled in a little voice. She was talking into my chest and I had my arm wrapped around her protectively. “I don’t know if I can have sex again tonight.”
What the fuck? After keeping my cock hard all through dinner with that fucking dress and that fucking back and forth, I was like a coiled spring. I would have been pissed off with any other girl. But Ashley? I just brought my lips to the top of her head and gave it a light kiss.
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"That's okay, babe," I said softly. "You're not going anywhere. We can chill tonight."
She looked up at me with those adorable eyes. "Really?" she asked. I nodded.
"Can we just watch a movie and snuggle?" she asked.
Now at this time, had the old Arsen Hawke been present—hell had my late fucking father been present—he would have kicked my fucking ass for being a pussy. Because all I said was, "Absolutely, babe. Anything you want."
And Ashley gave a few squeals of delight and pressed herself into me in happiness. All I could feel was her tits pressing against me. All I could imagine was spreading those legs and taking her.
And so there we were an hour later, Ashley picking out a fucking romance movie. Not even a fucking romantic comedy that I could laugh to, but a goddamn romance movie.
"Yay! I love this movie. It's so long too!" she said bouncing up and down happily as I watched that ass jiggle. Then she looked at me. "You sure you're okay with this, right?"
I nodded, "Yeah, I'm good. Don't worry."
"Great," she said. "Let me go change into some pajamas."
And with that she sprung off the couch and into the bathroom.
When she finally did come out I swear to God my eyes were about to explode as I looked at her.
She was wearing a pair of black lace boy shorts that upped her ass so fucking deliciously and a black lace camisole. My cock nearly exploded in my pants I was so fucking horny.
"I got this the other day," she said with a sly smile. "Do you like it?"
If these were pajamas, then I wanted to see her fucking naked.
At first I couldn't say anything. All I could do was stare. But eventually I looked at her. "I fucking love it. I could fuck you so hard right now, Ash," I growled.
"Yeah, but you said you wouldn't, right?" she asked.
I nodded. She smiled and came closer. "Great!" she exclaimed and then sat down basically on top of me, wiggling her body until she found every nook and crevice and somehow wedged herself into me. I wrapped my arms around her and she nestled in. I could fucking feel her ass rub up and down on my hard cock until it settled between her ass cheeks. Ashley didn't say anything, except look at me and give me a sly grin as she asked, "You going to be okay, Mister?"
"I'll be fine," I lied. I didn't know what the fuck I was going to do.
The movie started and pretty soon I felt Ashley clench and unclench her ass cheeks, squeezing my cock. Classic stripper move.
That was the fucking last straw! I was cool going to dinner and seeing her in that get up. I was okay not having sex. I was even okay watching a fucking chick flick that was three fucking hours long with her hot fucking body pressed up against me. But this was just too much.
I began to thrust up against her, but after the first one, I stopped myself. I had promised Ashley. And fuck me, I honestly would trade not having sex with her as opposed to not being around her. It wasn't easy, but I actually fucking liked being on the couch with that fucking romance movie as long as she was there.
And then she wriggled her ass against me again and my thoughts went crazy. Again and again. I'm thinking I'm going fucking crazy, not being able to move or do anything. I might as well just have passed out right then and there it felt so good. But even had I passed out, I’d be waking up right there just because her ass felt so fucking good.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, she stopped.