With one deft movement, he flips me onto my back, so I'm sprawled in the middle of the bed, completely at his mercy.
"Please!" I beg, unconsciously arching my body.
"Don't worry, Ivy. I'm going to take care of you. Just lie still and let me look at you."
He slides his hands along my thighs and yanks my panties down my legs. Slowly, he spreads my thighs open, adjusting his position so he's right between them. Using his index finger, he runs it along the seam of my pussy, making me moan.
"God, you're so fucking wet for me," he growls. "You smell like fresh apples and sin. I need to clean you up, baby, lick you clean."
Dear God, this is too much! My body is burning up in a ball of fire.
"You want that, don't you, Ivy? For me to take care of this wet little cunt?" he asks, drawing tantalizing circles around my swollen lips.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to process the needs of my body. Something powerful is building inside me. I've masturbated numerous times with his image in my head, but it's never felt like this before—and he's barely touched me.
Ashton shifts his weight, sliding his body up mine. His chest presses against my hard nipples, the delicious abrasion of his shirt reminding me that he's still fully dressed.
"Open your eyes," he demands, rocking his hips against mine.
My eyes fly open on a moan, and I bite my lip hard at the sensations crowding in around my core.
"Ask me, Ivy."
"Ask—ask you what?"
"Ask me to lick your pussy clean."
Oh, sweet heavenly lord, he's undoing me with his words. "Ashton, p-please lick me clean."
He frowns. "Try again, Kitten. You know I don't like it when you call me Ashton."
I do as he asks, beyond caring now. I just need him to quench the ache in my body. "Ash, please lick my pussy clean."
He smiles in satisfaction before he pulls away from me. My hands reach for him automatically, trying to yank him back, but he moves out of my reach. He kneels between my thighs and pulls his shirt from his jeans, unbuckling his belt and sliding it free.
"Unbutton me," he orders.
I move closer, doing as he asks and popping the buttons open one by one. He's not wearing any underwear, and his thick cock springs free of its confines.
"Wrap your hand around it, Kitten. Feel what you do to me. What you've done to me since you were sixteen years old."
My eyes fly to his, stunned at his confession. "Since I was sixteen? But—"
"Yeah, I know I'm a sick fucker. I'm eighteen years older than you. You're the daughter of my best friend. When I promised your father I'd look after you, I'm pretty fucking sure he didn't mean this. But it doesn't matter because I can't fight it anymore. I want you more than I want my next breath."
I feel the shift of power—he just made himself vulnerable to me. I don't know what to say, but it's okay. Actions speak louder than words. Isn't that what they say?
I move so I'm kneeling in front of him. I lean in, and my mouth settles over his just as my hands wrap around his cock. He hisses and jerks as I slide my thumb over the fluid at its tip, rubbing it in circles around the head. I break the kiss, bringing my thumb to my mouth so I can taste him. I make a humming noise as I suck it clean. "You taste amazing."
Ash growls and pushes me back down on the bed, so I'm flat on my back again. He takes his cock in his hand and rubs it against my pussy, coating himself in my juices.
"You like the way I taste? Do you want more? You want my cum smeared across your lips, filling up this tight cunt?" he rasps, guiding his cock against my sex, so it bumps my clit.
I'm incapable of answering, so I just moan, thrashing my head on the pillow. The sounds that spill from my throat are shocking, but I can't contain them.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you? Let me hear how much you like what I'm doing to your pussy, Ivy!"
I whimper and moan as he slides the tip of his cock along my wet cleft, hitting the small bundle of nerves with each pass.