Page 82 of Puck Me Back to Life

My ass cheeks are still sore from the brutal beating they got but that only seems to communicate to my dick that its time to play.

“Bossy.” I quip, but most of the fight has left me.

“You like it.” Ash bites my throat while his other hand starts working my cock. No shame whatsoever. “Roll over on your side.”

I do as he says, facing away from him.

“I love the way you listen.” Ash groans against my skin.

I hear a plastic container fall over, but I'm too distracted by Ash's lips. I push my ass back against him to feel his cock hard and ready in his sweats.

I go to pull off the shirt.

Ash bites my neck again. “No. Leave it on.”

The head of his cock presses against my entrance. I remember the sharp pain that happened at first last night and stiffen.

Ash continues kissing my neck and massaging my cock while whispering against my skin. “I got you. I got you.”

He slips inside. I gasp, trying to pull my hips away. Ash pulls them back, forcing himself deeper.

“Yeah, you can take me.” His tongue drags up the back of my neck.

This is different than last night. Last night was rough and structured. It was map with a plan. Now it feels like Ash is just using me however he wants. Which I don't mind.

“I'm halfway.”

I groan. Why do people pray for a big cock? I feel like I'm about to be torn in half. I want him to stop…but I don’t say red.

He pinches my nipple. “You can do it. You took me so well last night. Or was that because you were tied up?”

I blush at the memory of my hands bound above me, Ash making me totally useless underneath him. He forces my hips back against him.

We both moan out together.

“Yes, fuck,” Ash says into my skin.

His hips start to move, dragging himself in and out of me so slowly I think I might die.

“Ash,” I whimper. “It hurts.”

“Breathe. Relax.”

The shirt I'm wearing is seemingly riling him up. Every time I go to take it off, he growls at me threateningly until I just give up altogether.

“Sir—mm!”

Ash’s cock hits the swollen place inside me, making me shudder.

His hand drags under my shirt and reaches up to my throat, pressing lightly against my windpipe. “Shh, baby. Let me use you. Last night wasn't enough.”

He can't get enough of me? Fuck, that’s hot.

I let Ash torture me slowly, only speeding up enough to bring me to the edge but never really coming. Ash throws the blankets off of us, sweat slicking our bodies.

His body rolls against me, his shaft feeling more lovely than painful now. But I miss the pain, I miss the panic. I need more.

My hand grabs his around my throat urging him to hold tighter. He purrs as he chokes me, the lack of air sending something euphoric to my brain. I feel his teeth dig into my shoulder.