“Have you used that before?”
“Nope.”
“Then why is it there?”
“Because I believe in being prepared. You never know when you’ll need to stroke one out because you miss your girl, or if she’s going to let you fuck her ass.”
“Wow, that’s so romantic,” I deadpan with an eye roll.
Slapping my pussy, his eyes narrow. “Casanova, remember?”
After spreading lube around his cock, Kash lines up at myentrance, then gently eases in. Pulling my legs wide, he rests them against his thighs on either side. I tense when I feel the head of his dick against my ring of muscles. “Just relax, Mila.”
“Easy for you to say. No one’s shoving their ridiculously large dick in your butt.”
“I’d let you if you wanted to try it.” He feeds another inch in with a sharp groan, “I can’t guarantee it’ll be my favorite position, but if you really want to, I’m game.”
Staring at him in shock, I take in his serious expression and realize he might actually let me do it. If I really wanted to—which I don’t. The idea that Kash would be up for exploring like that makes me curious about what else he’s into. Maybe I can find another way to be in control.
Leaning over, he eases deeper into my ass as he slants his mouth over mine. I loop my arms around his neck and pull him closer to deepen our kiss. I suck his tongue into my mouth, our kiss quickly turning messy and heavy. His cock slides in further the more he rocks his hips. I feel so full, and I won’t lie; it feels good. It’s different and intense.
The burning sensation is giving way, and in its place is pleasure and heat. Kash’s body is warm over mine, offering me comfort in this new position. I know if I said brownies at any point, he would stop, and it’d be okay, but I find myself moving my hips, taking him deeper as well. Every time he moves his body, mine immediately responds.
“Fuck,” I hiss, pulling back.
His movements still as his eyes find mine, full of concern. “Are you okay?”
Nodding my head, I bite my lip. “It, um, it feels good.”
Rotating his hips, I moan as Kash pushes slowly back into me. His pubic bone drags against my clit, and I have to grab his arms to hold on. When he finally bottoms out, we both groan.
“Holy shit, Kash. I swear I can feel you everywhere.”
Freezing for a moment above me, a dark look crosses his face. “You haven’t felt anything yet.”
Pulling out, Kash slams back in with a rough thrust. It steals my breath, catching me on a whimper. As I adjust to the stretch, his body brackets mine while he slowly fucks in and out of me. He takes my lips in a bruising kiss as if he’s set on devouring my mouth. As if the control and possession he has over my body aren’t enough. I swallow down his groans and lift my ass, meeting his thrusts as I beg for more.
I wasn’t sure if I was going to enjoy it or not, but sex in any capacity with Kash is amazing. His jerky movements have started to quicken, and even though I know I’m going to be sore, it’s worth it.
“Do you like feeling me here, Mila? Hmm? Do you like knowing that I’m the only man who will ever fuck you this way? I get to be your first and your last.”
Increasing his pace, he rubs his thumb against my clit. His dick pistons in and out of my ass, and it should hurt, but it doesn’t. All I feel is bliss everywhere. Digging my nails into his arms, I grip him as my orgasm starts to build. Every time Kash slams into me, his pubic bone rubs against my body, and I feel like I’m just holding on at this point.
“Fuck. You feel so good, Mila,” he praises. “How does it always just get better?”
Unable to answer with words, I wrap my legs around his waist. It sends him even deeper, and I scream as an intense orgasm crashes into me. My back bows as I cling to Kash and my body trembles with pleasure so powerful I can feel it firing through every cell in my body. I squeeze around him, then a few thrusts later, he empties into me with a heavy groan. His weight collapses against my chest, his skin slick against mine. Gently pulling out, he flops on the bed next to me.
“Holy fuck,” he huffs out between breaths, then looks at me. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow, but otherwise okay, I think.”
“That’s okay. You’ll stay in bed tomorrow, and I’ll take care of you.” Kash brushes the hair off my face,kisses my forehead, then stands from the bed. Heading for his bathroom, he grabs the vibrator and discarded tie. “Don’t move,” he hollers over his shoulder.
As if I could. I stare at his retreating form and grin. After three orgasms, I feel like I could sleep for hours, but I need to get cleaned up. I’m sticky and in desperate need of a shower, again.
Sitting up a bit, I wince.
“What are you doing?” Kash asks, standing in the bathroom doorway, in all his naked tattooed glory. His hair sticks up in spots, and his dick still looks angry and hard even though he just came.
