by Abby Angel
"It's fine," she says, glancing down at the stain. "Besides, we have a good narrative going, don't you think? I think a visit to the hospital will look bad. It'll throw an ugly wrench in our plan, that's for sure."
"I appreciate that you're thinking about me," I say, "but if we're not going to the hospital, I insist that you let me take a look at that cut. Take your shirt off."
She smiles. "I thought you would be the type who liked to undress a girl."
I look at her for a moment and then close the distance between our bodies. I drag one hand softly up her arm, brush against the side of her cheek, and then place it on the nape of her neck, feeling the long, soft waves of her hair.
We hold each other's gaze for a moment, and then I lean into her slowly. Our lips make gentle contract, just grazing that soft, delicate skin.
I detect the hint of a smile on her lips, and then she parts her mouth and I slide my tongue inside of her warmth, basting it against her tongue, as passion mounts.
I move my hand up to the base of her head, tangling my fingers in her hair, and with a pent up lust, I yank her head back, kissing her deeply.
"You are unlike any woman I've ever met before … perfectly delicious," I whisper, pulling my mouth back from hers.
"You're pretty tasty yourself," she grins. "I could kiss you all night."
"You want this?" I tease, giving her a smile.
"Oh yes," she purrs and reaches out to me, slowly dragging her hands up the ridges of my chest.
"First things first," I say, teasingly. "Let's take a look at this cut."
She pouts her lips, but I delicately grab the ends of her shirt and pull it up and over her head. My eyes travel the length of her body, as she stands there, naked from the waist up, with only a bra, and I watch as goose bumps ripple across her skin.
"You're cold," I say, placing my hands on her.
Immediately, the feel of her takes me back to memories of the limo—our kiss, my hand on the inner softness of her thigh, my fingers traveling up her legs until they were inside of her.
Just thinking about this makes my cock twitch, and I can feel it growing hard, pulsing and pushing on my boxer briefs.
But I try to shake it from my mind.
Now's not the time to be getting turned on. I have to stay focused on taking care of Ashley.
"I agree," I say, trying to bring myself back to reality. "The cut isn't serious. But it does need to be cleaned and bandaged. Do you have a first aid kit around here? Maybe just disinfectant and bandages?"
"I do," she replies. "It's just in this cupboard, over here—ouch."
I watch as she tries to lift her arm up above her head, and winces, quickly bringing it back down.
"Just stay still," I urge her, "I'll get it. No need to move."
I rummage through her cupboard until I find the small white box with a red cross. I open it and take out the provisions I need.
I take a bit of antibiotic cream and gently rub it into her cut, and then place a bandage over it. She winces for a moment, and then smiles.
"Thank you doctor," she whispers into my ear. "But you know what I think?"
"What's that?" I smile.
"I think you should kiss me and make me feel better," she purrs.
As she says this I realize that my connection for Ashley is deepening.
Of course, just one look and she turns me on quicker than a light switch, but it's more than that.
I care about this woman. About her safety, her well being.
That trepidation I felt in the beginning is dissolving, and I'm beginning to trust her.
I’m the fucking ruler of the free world. But I’m willing to give up everything for this woman.
What's happening to me?
Ashley
I’m tired of holding back. I’ve been holding back all of my life and now … now it’s time to let go. The world has placed Austin in my path, and I’d be a fool to let him go without surrendering to him. My mind and soul demand it, and my body needs his. More than any other time in my life, I know this is it. This is the man I must surrender to.
"I want you…" I find myself saying, my fingers grabbing at his shirt and pulling him into me. "I need you," I continue, unbuttoning his shirt button by button, my fingers slowly moving down the front of his shirt and revealing the cut muscles on his chest.
He runs his fingers through my hair as I lean and rest my lips against his pectorals, laying gentle kisses all over his skin. Tugging at his shirt, I untuck it and then push it down his arms, allowing it to float down to the floor.
"I want you too … so fucking bad, Ashley," he whispers against my ear as I press my chest against his, my nipples hardening against the cups of my bra.
"Then take me," I whisper back at him, my skin prickling as I feel his fingers running up the side of my body. He reaches for the clasp of my bra, right between my shoulder blades, and unhooks it; then, pushing its straps down my arms, he leans in and kisses the rising curve of my breasts. His lips slide down to the outer edge of my bra and, grabbing it between his teeth, he pulls it down to reveal my rosy tips.
"Take me," I repeat once more, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him into me harshly. Coming willingly, he parts his lips and then wraps them around my hard nipple, taking it into his mouth and running vicious circles around it with his tongue. He yanks the bra off my body and, while he keeps sucking on my nipple, he cups both my tits and squeezes them softly, my flesh shifting under the touch of his fingers.
"I want that cock of yours," I continue, the words finding their way into my mouth. I run my fingers over his back, moving them down until I meet the hem of his pants. "I want to feel it inside my mouth…" Stretching my fingers wide, I slide them under his pants and boxers, closing my eyes as I feel his ass cheeks under the palm of my hands. "I want to feel it inside my pussy… I want to feel it everywhere," I moan as he nibbles at my nipple, pulling it between two rows of pearly white teeth.
"You can do whatever you want with my cock, Ashley," he replies, his words like a maddening spell. Taking my hands out of his ass, I move them over to his belt and hook my fingers on the buckle. I start unbuckling it slowly, my eyes locking on his as he pulls back from my breasts, flames of desire and lust flickering behind his smart eyes.
Pulling his belt out from its loops, I don’t even blink as I let it fall down to the floor and then undo the top button on his pants. Holding my breath, I pull his fly down and flatten the palm of my hand against the growing shape under his boxer briefs.
"Ever since I tasted your cock for the first time … I can’t think of anything else," I admit as I curl my fingers around its shape, feeling its thickness pulse against me. "It’s so … big," I breathe out, my chest rising as I take a deep breath, imagining how it must feel to have something so monstrous inside of me, stretching my virgin pussy wide... Is it going to hurt? God, is it even going to fit?
"That makes two of us…" he says, cupping my tits and squeezing them again. "Your pussy has driven me mad…" he continues, and I feel his cock pulse wildly against my fingers, as if words were working in tandem with the boiling blood rushing down to the huge member between his thighs. "I want to taste it again, Ashley. I want to --"
I place one finger over his lips, hushing him, and offer him a sweet but devious smile.
"You can do anything you want," I purr, my heart tightening inside my chest as I say it. "Anything you want…" With that, I let my knees buckle under my weight and I lower my body, kneeling in front of me.
I run one fingertip over the length of his cock, measuring it, and then I lean forward and tilt my head slightly. Opening my mouth, I rest it against the shape of his cock and suck it over the fabric of his boxers, closing my eyes as the wild desire to have him inside my mouth takes over me.
I take my hands to his waist and, hooking my fingers on his boxer briefs, I pull my head back. With a quick movement, I tug both his boxer briefs and pants down, sending them to his ankles. His cock
springs free fast, slapping the back of my hand, and I feel lightheaded as I see the size of his member in all of its glory. Seriously, how is something so big going to fit inside my pussy?
"It’s all yours, babe," he tells me, noticing the hungry look in my eyes. He kicks off his shoes in a hurry and then, stepping out from his pants and boxer briefs, he simply brushes them aside with his feet.
"All mine," I repeat, biting on my lower lip and reaching for his shaft with my hand. I curl my fingers around it, its warmness spreading to my skin, and I feel my pussy growing so wet that I’m almost afraid of becoming dehydrated.
Slowly, I start moving my hand up and down the length of his shaft, stroking him at a growing pace. I grow even wetter with each stroke of my hand, my mind busy imagining how it must feel to have his cock sliding in and out of me at the same rhythm with which I’m stroking him. I never felt desire like this, a completely overwhelming urge to have a man inside of me… But we’re not talking about just any man, are we? We’re talking about Austin, the most handsome man I’ve ever met.
Leaning in, I part my lips and rest them against the tip of his cock, tasting his pre-cum and closing my eyes as I do it. Still stroking him, I open my mouth as wide as I can and start rolling my lips down the length of his shaft, only stopping when I feel the skin at the base of his cock. With his long inches buried deep inside my mouth, I open my eyes and look up at him, wanting to see the expression on his face as he takes in the sight.
There’s a mischievous grin on his face as he gazes at me, and I can tell that he’s enjoying the scene unfolding under him. Placing both his hands on my head, he grabs me by the hair and starts rocking his hips slowly, his cock moving in and out of my mouth at a growing pace. Allowing him to fuck my tight little mouth, I remain frozen in place, caressing his balls with my hand and feeling their weight against my palm.
"Fuck, I love your tight mouth, Ashley…" he groans, picking up the pace and rocking his hips at a more urgent rhythm. His balls slap my chin over and over again, and I wouldn’t mind if he simply fucked my mouth until he came.
Now slowing down, he finally slides his cock out of my mouth; wasting no time, I start stroking him again, doing it fast and hard right from the beginning. My hands move so fast that all I see is a blur, my pussy aching and begging my mind to allow him between my legs.
"I could spend all day like this, on my knees," I tell him, looking into his eyes as I run the tip of my tongue down the length of his shaft. I take my mouth to his balls and, sucking one in, I let it roll inside my mouth as I lap at it with my tongue. Opening my mouth even more, so much that my jaw starts complaining from the effort, I take both his balls inside my mouth and suck on them, my hand still furiously working on his cock.
"I wouldn’t mind having you all day on your knees…" he groans, running his fingers through my hair. "Maybe I should’ve put that in the contract," he whispers, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, simply surrendering to the way I’m handling his 12-inches of pure pleasure.
"Fuck," Austin groans again, his cock throbbing against my fingers. Grabbing me by the wrist, he forces me to let go of his cock and then pulls me up to my feet. Taking one hand to my waist, he then pushes me back and sits me down on the edge of the tub. "I need to taste that pussy. Right now," he growls and, waiting no time, goes down on one knee. Pushing my yoga pants down, he throws them to the side and allows his gaze to fall on my skimpy black thong, the fabric drenched with my fluids.
Running his hands from my knees to my inner thighs, he then grabs my thong and starts pulling it down. I raise my ass slightly so that he can pull it off me, and then I lift one leg up at a time, the wet fabric sliding down my smooth skin easily.
"Your smell is enough to drive me fucking mad," Austin whispers, raising my thong and taking it to his mouth. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath and then just lets the thong fall to the floor at his feet. "I can’t get enough of that perfect pussy of yours," he says as he comes for me, parting his lips and wrapping them around my clit softly. I let out a purred moan as I feel the tip of his tongue circling my clit, lightning darting up my spine as waves of pleasure crash against me, a perfect storm of pleasure brewing inside my body.
"You’re so good at it," I moan as Austin lips fall from my clit and go down the length of my pussy, his tongue running over the space between my wet folds. I run my fingers through his hair and, moaning once more, I pull him against me harshly. My moans grow louder as, without hesitation, Austin presses his mouth violently against my pussy and starts to suck and lick in a frenzy, his tongue and lips working on my wetness with the fury of a man possessed. "So good…" I moan again, my voice growing heavy with pleasure.
Gently, I start swaying my hips from side to side, rubbing my pussy against his mouth as he eats me out. He doesn’t even come up for air; he just keeps ravishing me almost too violently, and it doesn’t take long for me to start feeling that old familiar pressure building inside me.
"D-don’t stop, Austin, don’t stop," I somehow find the strength to say, every single muscle in my body tensing up like a coiled spring. Before I even know what happened, high voltage electricity runs up my spine and a fireball of ecstasy explodes inside my skull. My eyes roll in their orbits as a moan turns into a scream, my muscles twitching fast and out of control as the first orgasm of the day takes over me.
"Oh God," I breath out, yanking on Austin’s hair and expecting him to take his mouth off of my pussy. Instead, he just redoubles his efforts and, in a smooth motion, he places two fingers against my pussy and slides them deep inside, his fingertips going straight for my G-spot. Jabbing at my clit with his tongue, he starts to finger me at a frantic pace, and the orgasm raging through me seems to grow in intensity, pleasure making every single cell in my body burn up.
Taking my hands out from his hair, I grab at the edge of the tub as that pressure inside of me grows into something so vicious I’m afraid I might pass out. The orgasm that spreads its wings inside of me has already died down, but I feel another one coming to replace it, its heavy footsteps already echoing in the empty chamber of my mind.
"FUCK!" I scream as ecstasy simply bursts inside me without even a warning shot. It just erupts his way into existence, scorching my nerve endings in the process and crushing whatever rationality still existed inside my head. I grab at the tub so hard that I feel all blood draining from my hands, an all-consuming fire making me feel weak and spent. Ah, the wonders of multiple orgasms! It sure feels good to be a woman.
Finally taking his fingers out of my pussy, Austin stands up in front of me. Offering me a gentle smile, he takes the two fingers he had inside of me to my mouth, and I react on pure instinct; opening my mouth, I allow him to slide his fingers in, the sweet musky taste of my own pussy inundating me at once. Sucking on his fingers as he slides them back out of my mouth, I smile back at him and go up to my feet.
"Fuck me," I whisper as I press my naked breasts against his chest, my own words making my skin prickle. I can’t believe this is happening ... I just can’t believe I’ve finally found a man to whom I can surrender.
"Are you sure?" he whispers back at me, tucking a stray lock of hair over my head. I reply in silence, softly nodding; his question made me sure of what I’m doing. To know that he cares about what I want, about what I need … that’s enough for me.
That’s all I need.
Without saying anything, Austin just smiles at me and grabs me by the hand. Walking past me, he pulls me after him as he steps inside the tub; he turns the water on and, checking it with the back of his hand, he then takes us both under the stream of warm water, his hands running up the side of my body.
"I never thought I’d be this happy with a woman," he says, his eyes never leaving mine. Then, when his hands fall on my hips, he forces me to turn around and pushes me forward. Reacting by instinct, I place the palm of my hands against the tiles on the wall and, feeling the warm water cascade down my body, I jut my ass back at Austin.
> I close my eyes as I feel his thickness pressed between my ass cheeks, his cock pulsing wildly with desire. Swaying my hips from side to side, I rock my body against his and stroke his cock with my ass, the flowing motion of my body dragging my mind into the depths of unconsciousness. Right now I’m not thinking rationally, nor do I want to. I just want to surrender to this moment, to exist without thinking of it.
Slightly rocking back, Austin grabs his cock with one hand and angles it down, its tip brushing along the length of my ass crack. Then, placing his shaft between my thighs, he rests the head of his cock against my drenched folds. I go on tiptoes, looking for the perfect angle, and Austin allows one inch of his cock inside of me.
The moment I feel that piece of him inside of me, it’s as if my mind goes blank. Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I just lower myself over his cock and allow all of his inches to slide deep inside my pussy. His thickness strains against my inner walls on the way in, stretching me in such a way that I can’t even think straight. In fact, I can’t even think at all; my brain is too busy trying to process the onslaught of sensations flooding through me, ecstasy taking over my body and shutting down everything else.
"Are you okay, Ash?" Austin asks me, brushing my wet hair over one shoulder and sliding his cock out slowly.
"I’m… much… I’m much more than just okay," I breath out and, the moment the words leave my mouth, I start slamming my body against his, making his cock slide in and out of my pussy.
"That’s my girl," he says and, with that, his fingers dig deep into the flesh of my waist. Forcing me to stand still, Austin then takes charge and starts pounding me fiercely, his cock ravaging me in a way that I didn’t think to be possible. My God, I never knew that sex could be this good. Had I known that, I sure as hell wouldn’t be a virgin. On the other hand, though, maybe sex is this good because of the man with whom I’m sharing this moment … I doubt it’d be this good with anyone else.