“Ask me.”
“Fuck me.” I didn’t care how desperate I sounded.
“Not until you ask me for it.”
“Fine! Please fuck me.”
“Now say my name.”
“Ash, please fuck me.”
He growled against my neck, pistoning his hips so he dragged his dick through my crease.
“Ash,please. I need it. Need you.”
One hand clamped over the back of my neck, pushing me against the wall, as the other split me open.
Then the steady pressure of his body was gone from my back so the only points of contact between us were his hands.
Ash was panting behind me, his ragged breaths mixing with mine in the quiet room. He let go of my neck, and something broad and hard pressed against my hole.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed.
Holy shit.
It was his dick.
Ash was going to fuck me.
“Breathe out and bear down,” he instructed, his voice low and raspy.
I blinked in confusion but did as he said.
I’d expected him to shove inside me. I mean, I’d basically asked him to.
A low moan tore from my throat as he breached me.
Holy fucking shit, he was big.
I closed my eyes and focused on keeping my lower body relaxed as he slipped the head of his dick into me.
Fuck.
It hurt.
A lot.
I’d used toys before, but Ash was way bigger than any toy I had. My biggest dildo was six inches. Ash was easily seven, maybe eight.
Plus, he was girthy as all hell.
“Shit.” He pulled back, the pressure disappearing from my hole.
“What—fuuuuuck,” I moaned as Ash slid one finger inside me.
“That’s it, Jules. Relax and open up for me.” He slid in a second, twisting them,
“Shit.” There was pressure, but no pain thanks to my earlier stretching.