Page 104 of Puck Me Back to Life

“Say it.” A demand.

A second finger presses in, spreading me wide. “Yes, master.”

Ash groans, biting my shoulder as he fingers me.

A high pitch moan comes from my throat that undoes him. He pushes me against the wall to keep me lifted, his free hand reaching behind him to open the curtain. He accidentally tears a few rungs from the fabric in his haste. The shower is left on, forgotten.

He carries me out of the shower and drops to his knees on the rug in his bedroom.

“Are you okay?” I yelp.

But he's a man possessed. His mouth closes over mine, pushing me down onto the floor. I try to say his name, but he just swallows it. He kisses down my throat, my chest, my hips, leaving me cold without him shielding me.

Then my cock is in his mouth.

“Jesus Christ!” I throw my head back as his tongue works over the head. He sucks gently as his fingers press into my hole once more.

“Oh. Fuck. Ashford.” I cover my face with my hand.

He tears my arm away, giving me a look that says: Let me see you.

Three fingers are petting me from inside. My hands are tangled in his hair as he bobs his head up and down around my dick.

His broad, strong shoulders glisten in the faint setting sun streaming through his blinds. And in this moment, I feel like a god is worshipping me.

Pressure builds and builds in my core.

“I'm gonna come.” I grip his hair tight in my fingers. “Fuck.”

Ash reaches his free hand up to pinch one of my nipples, sending me over the edge.

I come in his mouth, with his name clawing up my throat.

When my vision comes back, I see Ash pulling away from me. He sits back on his heels, his cock red and angry. Veins straining on his shaft.

He keeps his eyes on me as he spits my cum from his mouth and into his hand. He slicks it over his dick, licking his lips. Tasting me.

“Beg for it.”

I spread my legs, my hands dragging up to tweak my nipples. “Please fuck me, sir. Please, I need you.”

Total pathetic devotion melts across his face from my words. He lines up with my hole, pressing one of my legs up to my chest.

We groan together as he presses in. It doesn't hurt anymore, just pure pleasure. The thought crosses my mind as Ash pulls me closer by my hip.

Ash plows into me, like he can't wait anymore. A yelp pulls from my throat.

“You feel so good,” I moan.

“Don't stop.”

“Yes, right there. Right there!”

“Ash, oh fuck. Aaasshh.”

Ash fucks me rough and raw until I'm sure I have rug burn all over my back. His eyes are crazed. His teeth finding any spot to mark me, bruise me.

He pulls me up, so I'm balanced on his lap. I move myself, bouncing on my knees so he can take a break and just feel me.