“Just how many times are you planning to fuck me?” I ask, leaning up off the island.
He rips one condom off the strip and tosses the rest onto the counter.
“As many times as I want,” he says as he rips the wrapper open, and I feel the muscles between my legs clench.
Ash puts the condom on, then pushes me back down. He hooks a hand under my knee and lifts my leg so it rests on the island as his hand grips my thigh to hold it up. He swipes the head of his cock through my folds, then lines himself up at my entrance and pushes forward.
I let out a moan as he stretches me open again. As thick as his shaft is, his head is even thicker, and my body strains to accommodate him.
“Try to relax so you can take me easier, baby,” he whispers.
I manage to stop straining my muscles, and he slides in to the hilt.
“Good girl,” he says on a groan. “See how perfectly you take me when you let go of all that tension?”
Right on cue, my pussy clamps down at the words ‘good girl,’ and he grunts. “God damn. That is one hell of a praise kink you have,” he says, chuckling. “I’m going to have to be careful not to abuse it.”
Ash leans over me and braces his other hand on the island as he begins to thrust. My fingers curl around the corners of the towel he laid down, and I try to convince myself again this is really happening.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he praises as he takes long, hard strokes. “You should see how amazing your wet little cunt looks when it’s sucking my huge cock inside you.”
My inner walls convulse around him, maybe not as hard as when he calls me a good girl, but still hard enough that he groans.
“Reach down and work your clit for me,” Ash says.
He pushes my hair to one side, and I feel him trace the outline of the wings on my back with one finger. I twitch as he gets to my mid-back where I’m more ticklish.
“I think I just unlocked a new kink,” he says. “We’re going to roleplay the evil demon corrupting the innocent little angel one of these days. Would you like that?”
I nod. I have no idea why that turns me on, but it does.
He pulls me back against his chest and fastens his mouth on my neck before he kisses and nips his way down to my shoulder. More goosebumps spring up all along my arms as pleasure shimmies its way down my body. Ash bites down gently in the crook of my neck as he thrusts, and I cry out in bliss.
“Your clit, Gray. Now,” Ash orders as he moves. “I’m going to come any second now, and you need to come with me.”
I get a shaking hand between my legs and swirl it around my clit, but I stop a second later. I’m almost too sensitive, and the potential power of the orgasm frightens me. I pull my hand back.
“Baby, you need to-”
“I can’t,” I say. “It’s too much.”
Fear courses through me as Ash pulls out. An apology jumps to the tip of my tongue, but it dies as he spins me around, lifts me into the air, and impales me down on his cock where he’s standing.
I gasp and wrap my arms around his neck as he bounces me up and down along his length. The new position rubs him against my clit, but it’s not as intense as before, and I sigh in relief as a much smaller orgasm than I feared shudders through me.
Ash pumps me up and down faster against his body, and a few seconds later, he roars into the silence of the room as he pulses inside me.
When he recovers a few seconds later, he meets my eyes. I smile, but his face is serious. He turns and strides with me still impaled on his cock to the couch. He eases us down onto it and braces himself above me, but he doesn’t withdraw.
“We’re going to need a safe word,” he says as he looks down at me. “Or we can use the color system if you want, but we need some guidelines sooner rather than later.”
I blink at him. “Color system?”
“Green, yellow, red,” he says. “Like a stoplight.”
I nod hesitantly. “Okay.”
“If you don’t want to do something, or you don’t wantmeto do something, use those colors. Otherwise, I’ll expect you to obey me when I tell you to do something.”
