Page 54 of Hash

I lurch forward, pressing my hips deeper into the car until the metal is digging into my hips. I’m inhaling and exhaling sharply through the burn.

“Two.”

“Hash, if you don’t answer me, so help me—” Smack. “Fuck,” I cry, the pain and pleasure almost too much to take. I can feel the evidence of what he’s doing to me trickling down the inside of my thigh.

Smack.

“Three.”

“Hash!” I scream at the top of my lungs, not caring if it draws attention.

His hand leaves my hair and covers my mouth and nose, making it hard to breathe.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growls in my ear. “You’re to stay bent over the hood of my fucking car and take your punishment like the bad girl you are.” A tingle runs down my spine at the feel of his warm breath hitting the shell of my ear. “You think you can date another man?”

Hash removes his hand from my mouth, but I stay silent, unsure of what to say because I stupidly thought he would never find out about Jason.

“Answer me!” Hash roars.

“It didn’t mean anything!” I scream back.

“Wrong answer, baby doll.” Hash presses his hips into my raw ass, making me wince in pain. I’m not in enough pain to push back into him at the feel of his hard cock through his dress pants.

“It wasn’t what it looked like.” I try again, hoping anything will get me out of the trapped pleasurable misery I’m in.

“Really?” he draws, his voice taking on a sinister edge. “Because from where I was sitting, it was exactly what it fucking looked like. Now, baby doll, I’m going to give you one chance to tell me why you would go and do something like that?”

Shit.

I can’t think when he’s pressed up against me like this. Having him this close when I haven’t been with him in almost two years is making my head spin. The only thought I have is how I want my sheets to smell like him again.

“Don’t make me count to three,” he warns.

Crap.

What did he ask again?

“One…”

Oh yeah, the date.

“Two…”

“Wait, I⁠—”

“Three.” Smack.

My back bows from the contact, this one harder than the others. I’m a sobbing, dripping mess. Incoherent pleas and begs are leaving my lips as I squirm against the car, hoping he will give in and give me any sort of relief.

The sound of his zipper has me pausing.

“You don’t deserve my cock. But watching you take your spankings so well has me rock fucking hard. I’ve been in a bad way since I walked out your door. It’s time I give us what we’ve both been craving.” Just as I’m about to agree with him and tell him I’ll do anything he wants, Hash slams home without warning, stuffing me full.

The scream I let out earlier is nothing compared to this one. I feel whole again, with his thick cock filling every inch of me. My walls pulse around him, seconds away from my first orgasm.

“Yeah,” Hash growls. “Milk my fucking cock, baby doll.” Hash’s hand is back in my hair, giving it a hard tug, leaving me no choice but to let my head fall back. “Look at me. Fucking look at me.” He gives me just enough leash to angle my head, so he’s filling my vision. “Yeah, that’s it. Give me those baby blues.”

As soon as we lock eyes, I’m done for. The primal need shining in his eyes sends me over the edge, clenching his cock in a vice grip, and I flutter around him. Hash picks up the pace, fucking me through my orgasm. Two more thrusts and he follows suit, spilling deep inside. I can feel pulse after pulse of come filling me.