He was the guy that was going to show me the true meaning of pleasure. I was more turned on with just a kiss and a few touches from him, then I had been with anybody else. It was impossible to deny it, and I'm sure that my wet panties would have attested to that.
“Are you sure you want to go in there, like that?”
It felt like he was afraid to turn me into the blonde that he had given pleasure to before me. I wasn't too worried about that though. Not at all. All I could think about was how it was going to feel, when he was slamming into me the way he had done her.
“Why wouldn't I want to do it that way?”
“I don't know Ashley, but you mean so much more to me and it doesn't seem right.”
“We haven't known each other that long Frank, you can pretend that we're strangers if it makes it easier for you. Just give me what I want.”
“There is no way that I can think of you as a stranger Ashley. There is no way in hell. While I want to be with you so bad that I'm shaking inside, that doesn't change how I feel for you. I haven't felt anything in a very long time and I want this to be right. I don't want this to go wrong and you leave. That is the last thing that I want.”
I told him that I wasn't going to go anywhere, because I wasn't. It was the last thing on my mind and there was nowhere else I wanted to be. It had started as a job, but it something that happened in the last week. I was happy here, happier than I thought I would be. It didn’t make sense, but I was starting to realize it didn't have to.
“It won't be the same because it's us. But I'm not going to say that I haven't been wet thinking about it ever since I saw you with her. You can care about me all you want, but at the end of the day, I want you to fuck me like that.”
“How can I turn that down?”
I was really hoping that he couldn’t, and he started to pull my clothes off.
“I have a confession to make.”
“What's that?”
“I saw you naked the other day when you got out of the shower. You have one of the finest bodies that I've ever seen. You're so fucking beautiful.”
While I liked his words, I really didn't need them. He had me without any of it. He didn’t need to touch me to get me ready, as I was ready in mind and body. I was wet with need and all I could think about was what it was going to feel like. I didn't have time right now to think about what was going to happen tomorrow, not at all.
I shivered a little bit when he pulled my shirt over my head. It was in the cold that made me tremble inside. I knew that it was the way he was touching me and talking to me. It was more about that than anything else.
Even though I was a little nervous about what was happening, the fact that I did have so much to push aside, there was a whole other side of me. That side of me wasn't nervous at all, because I knew what I was doing was the right thing. And if that wasn't enough, the look in his eyes, told me that it was going to be enough. It would have been enough for anyone I suppose.
I was standing there shaking, all of my clothes were off, and he was just looking me up and down. It was attractive and sexy in the beginning, but after a few moments, it just started to make me nervous. He had a lustful look in his eyes that were taking over. It was almost animalistic, and I felt like he was going to eat me alive where I stood. I was worried about if I was going to be able to handle it. While watching him in action had turned me on and made me think about it in a way that was hard to imagine, there was a whole other part of me that wondered if I was going to be able to take it as well as the blonde did.
“Your turn Frank.”
He kind of chuckled a little bit.
“Let's not worry about me Ashley, let's worry about you.”
Usually I would go along with it because, why wouldn't I? But the fact of the matter was that I had been wondering what he looked like without his clothes on for a while. I'd seen a few flashes of it the night that I caught him in the living room plowing into that blonde, but even then, he had still had a shirt on. I wasn't able to see the ripples in his chest and the hardness that I felt when he pulled me against me him. I was far more interested in that, then anything else at the moment. Not only did I want Frank, but I wanted to see all of him too.
When he realized that I wasn't joking, and I took a couple steps back when he advance, Frank realized that I wanted to see. I wasn't going to let him touch me, until I got to. It only seemed fair in my eyes.
When I started to take his shirt off, the first thing that I thought about was how surprised I was. I had envisioned it so many times in my head, but I don't know why I hadn't thought about him having hair. He had all kinds of little sprinkles on his chest that were as dark as his hair on his head, but they were curly. It was that moved forward and broke the distance, just because I wanted to feel how springy it was going to be underneath my fingertips. It was so different than when I was used to, but it just felt right.
He leaned in to kiss me and pulling me back into his arms. The little hairs that were on his chest, pressed against my breast and it felt better that way.
I had to pull away from him because he was getting sidetracked and I was easily going to follow in the same path. It was all that I could think about, all that I wanted to think about and even though I was afraid I wouldn't be able to handle it, I certainly wanted to try.
“Stop Frank, you're trying to side track me. I need to see all of you, like you get to see all of me. You're not done yet.”
The hunger I got was more intense, something I thought wasn’t going to be possible and he told me that I wasn't going to be able to stomach it much longer. I wasn't trying to, I really wasn't. But I wanted to see more of him, or rather all of him at once.
He finished getting undressed, something that didn't take long at all. Before I knew it, he was standing in front of me naked and my eyes were riveted to the part of him that was hard and strong, pushing towards me in a way that was hard to deny. I could tell them that he was just as ready for me, as I was ready for him.
I wanted to ask him how it all started, but then again, I knew I shouldn't. I didn't want him to think about the blond when he was fucking me, so I moved into the same position, and let him do the rest.
Chapter 17
Frank
I watched the little minx walk around the couch and for a moment I thought she was going to sit down. In a bigger way, I just felt like she was teasing me, flaunting her body in front of me because she knew that I wanted it and she wasn't going to give it to me. It was all I could think about and before long I was moving towards her. She giggled and push me back.
“Okay, let me get into position first.”
I didn't know what that meant, until she turned towards the coffee table and put her hands out, stretching down until she was bracing against the coffee table and her ass was in my face. It was a prettiest, heart shaped ass I’d ever seen, but it wasn't what I wanted to see you right now. I wanted to look in her eyes as she came. I knew that was what I needed, but when I try to change the position, she waved me off and told me no.
“Come on boss, I'm not going to stand here like this for long.”
I don't know if it was a threat or not, but the fact that I wanted to slam into her anyways, didn't make it any harder to make that decision. I really wanted her so bad that I didn't want to wait anyways.
Moving in behind her, I grabbed her hips on each side and slid my thick head in between her cheeks. I could feel it rubbing against her lower lips and I could feel the wetness that covered me. She was just as ready as I was and the idea of it made it harder for me to stop what I was going to do next. There was no more thought of waiting or moving into another position. It was clear to me then, that this was where I was supposed to be, and when I slid inside of her, it just cemented the idea of it. I’d never felt pussy so tight, that wrapped around my dick so perfectly.
She just felt so damn good and then she made the sweetest sound as I slid inside of her. It really was more than I could handle. I had known th
at she was going to feel good, but I hadn't known that I was going to feel this good.
The same feeling came over me that I was going to end it too quickly. I didn't have the excuse that had been a long time this time, all I had was the fact that it was Ashley. It was rather clear to me then that she was made for me, there was no other explanation for it. There was no other explanation for the fact of how she felt when I pushed to the bottom. So many times, I had to be careful of what I did, so that it didn't hurt the girl that was with, but it was a good thing that I Ashley was different.
Every inch of my cock was lovingly smothered in her velvety folds. I know this might sound crazy, but to me it felt like home. It felt like it was where I was supposed to be, and I had to stop inside of her for a moment to get a grip on myself. She looked behind herself a little bit and asked me if I was okay. For some reason, that just made it worse. I didn't know if I was going to have another chance, I had promised certain things, but at the moment I don't know how I was going to deliver it. I didn't know if I wanted to.
“Damn you feel good Ashley. I mean, really fucking good.”
She giggled because she didn't understand what was going on. I was fighting the good fight, but I was going to lose it very quickly, I just knew it.
She didn't care what was going on with me, and she started to back up a little bit more, pushing me against her final barrier and I couldn't help it. I growled at her and smacked her ass a little bit, telling her not to move. Ashley didn’t listen and started to grind against me a little bit. She wasn't moving me in it or out of her, just pressing me around and around in the deepest parts of her. It was more than I could take, and I was the one that jerked out of her all of a sudden.
She made a whining sound and asked me what the matter was.
“You just feel too fucking good Ashley, I don't know what else to say.”
“I don't want you to say anything Frank, I want you to f*** me. It's not complicated.”
She emphasized her words by backing up on me quickly. I could feel her embrace all around me and I was doing my best to ignore it. I wanted so badly to just turn it off, but I knew it was going to be able to. I wasn’t going to have to think of anything else, to keep my mind off of it. I refuse to mess up the only chance I might get with her.
Determined to give her what she wanted, I pushed back into her womb quickly and started to move in and out faster and faster. It was what she wanted to come, what she asked for, and it didn't take long at all for her to start screaming my name.
She said she was loud, she wasn't joking. I was actually afraid that she was going to wake up the rest of the house, even though we were downstairs. I don't know if she was faking it or not, but it sure the hell helped my ego.
Ashley kept telling me harder, and harder. It was a side of her that I'd never seen before and it was like something took over her. She was matching every thrust of mine, with one of her own. She was pushing herself back on to me, making sure that it went deeper than before. When I felt wetness com eout of her and run down my balls and drip a little bit, it just made me want to fuck her harder. It also made it easier for me to continue without busting a nut. I could listen to her come on night, it was like music to my ears.
We went on like this for a while, far longer than I had done the blonde. I had to prop the pillow up in front of her and put her face down a little bit, as I had to do before. I don't know what it was about women nowadays, but with Ashley I just wanted to hear the muffled screams just a little bit longer. I liked to think that I could make her feel that good.
It was only when she begged me to stop, that I was able to. I don't think I've ever had somebody asked me to come before, not the way that Ashley did it and it just turned me on even more. There was nothing I could do about to stop it, and I waited for another wave of pleasure to go over her, and then I followed with my own. It hasn't taken me long at all, not really. It felt like it had been forever inside of her, but in the instance that I came, all I wanted to do was do it all over again. The last thing I wanted to do was pull out of her. But I had to.
When I did, I instantly regretted it. I didn't want it to end and I pushed in deep once to see how she'd react. She made a whining sound, and I figured that I wasn't going to be able to do anymore right now.
Ashley sat back on her knees and then sat down on the couch. She was breathing a little heavy and then she looked at me like I was some sort of magician.
“What the hell did you just do?”
“What you do you mean? Did it not feel good?
She grinned at me and told me that humble bragging wasn't sexy. After that, I probably agreed with her. I knew that it felt good. I knew that she had gotten exactly what she wanted, if not more. For all the reasons that we shouldn't be, or shouldn't work, it didn't matter. I knew in that instance that she was mine. The babysitter was mine for keeps.
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