“Oh, listen to all that sexy talk,” Ashton mocks. His eyes are shining, clearly loving being in control.
Turns out, I don’t actually mind him being on top. I kind of like it, but I’m not ready to tell him that just yet.
He teases me with the head of his cock, stroking my folds but not inching inside of me.
“Tell me again how you want me to fuck you, but say it like you mean it,” Ashton commands.
“Fuck me,” I say, glaring up at him. “Or I’ll get one of the other guys downstairs to do it.”
A flash of heat settles on his face. “The fuck you will,” he growls at me and inches his cock inside my pussy.
My fingernails grip his shoulder, feeling him stretch my walls, and holy hell, does it ache, but it also feels really incredible.
Ashton’s mouth is on mine as he moves all the way inside of me, going deep, and I gasp a loud, “Fuck.”
He stops moving, settling himself for a second, but then he just stares down, watching me.
My lips part, staring up with hazy eyes. “Why’d you stop?” He feels so incredible and to be robbed of this would be torture.
He studies my face before dropping a kiss to my lips. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Seriously? You’re huge and you just full-on rammed that thing into me.”
Ashton laughs and rests his forehead against mine. “Okay, I can take it out.” He moves his hips back, away from me, and guides his cock out of my pussy.
Already I feel empty, my insides craving more.
“God, you’re such an asshole sometimes.” I grab his ass, pulling him toward me. “Get back here.”
“Can’t ever satisfy you, can I?” Aston’s smiling down at me, gloating.
He positions himself at my entrance again, but this time, he eases in slowly, and it feels so amazing. His lips graze my ear. “Don’t ever threaten to fuck any of my brothers,” he growls.
“Or what?” I challenge.
It seems I’ve discovered Ashton’s red flag, or maybe it’s just his weakness. Either way, I find it entirely hot that I can aggravate him so easily with just a few simple words.
“I’ll fuck you in front of all of them,” Ashtons says, biting down on my bottom lip.
My insides quake.
Each thrust gains momentum, and I feel like I’m floating high above the clouds. I try to flip us around, wanting to take control, but Ashton is too strong, and he’s moving too hard and fast with his hips to let me gain the upper hand.
“Ashton.” My voice betrays me, the sound reverberating like a moan as I clutch him tighter, wanting him deeper.
“That’s right, you’re going to fucking come a third time for me tonight.”
Hearing that tone and his voice, it brings me close, but I’m not quite there. I’m not sure I’m even capable of coming a third time in one night.
But the words don’t come as I open my lips, and instead, my breaths are soft and filled with moans as his body thrusts and I grind my hips, trying to keep up with him and match his pace.
My back arches, and my hands grip his arms. “I’m so close,” I rasp, panting as I’m struggling to keep control.
I wrap a leg around him, pulling him deeper, tighter, trying to keep him against me as my insides tremble.
“Come with me,” he whispers into my ear.
My eyes slam shut, the sensations overwhelming as I struggle to breathe, let alone focus on anything other than the amazing way my body feels.
