Page 17 of Forbidden Hunger

“Fuck, Tori,” he says. “You’re so wet for me.” He pushes a finger inside me. “So tight.”

“Ashton,” I groan.

“You want my cock in you?” He pumps his finger in and out, my inner walls gripping him.

“Yes.”

He adds another finger, stretching me. “I’m gonna fuck you hard, honey.”

I shudder. “Yes, please.”

“Fuck. You’re amazing.” Pulling his hand free, he shifts me so I’m lying on my back in the center of the bed. His nimble fingers unbutton the shirt I’m still wearing, and then his hands and his mouth are everywhere.

He licks and strokes and nibbles and squeezes every inch of me, lingering whenever I respond. His mouth takes each breast in turn, sucking the nipples until I’m frantic, then grazing the aching tips with his teeth. My neck, my earlobes, my collarbone, my belly, my legs … nothing escapes his attention.

His beard scrapes my inner thighs, then he sucks the tiny hurts. “Your cunt is so beautiful,” he says, staring down at it. “So pink and glistening. I’m going to drink all your cream.”

I writhe under his gaze. “Ash, baby.”

He’s as good as his word, eating me out like I’m an unbelievable delicacy, while his fingers pump slowly in and out of me, curling against some super-sensitive spot deep inside. When I come with a cry, arching against him, it’s the first time in my life I’ve had an orgasm that I didn’t give myself.

Finally, he rolls off the bed and strips. I watch eagerly, propped up on my elbows, as his body is revealed. The smooth play of muscle in his biceps, his chest, his abs, is delightful. I can’t wait to kiss him and touch him everywhere like he did me.

When he shoves down his slacks and boxer briefs, I stare unabashedly at his cock, jutting proudly out from its nest of hair. I’m pretty sure it’s going to hurt like hell when he puts it in me, and I don’t even care. I hold out my arms, and he vaults onto the bed.

“Are you on the pill?”

“Yes.” Even though I haven’t had any relationships, it seemed best to be prepared.

“I’ve been tested. We’re good there.” His eyes, hot and dark, roam my face. “I don’t want anything between us.”

I nod, and he kisses me fiercely. “I told you I was going to fuck you hard; I meant it. I don’t think I can be gentle with you.”

“It’s all right.”

He kisses me again, until my lips are swollen, then kneels between my thighs. Taking his cock in hand, he rubs the tip through my slick folds, up to brush my clit, down to nudge at my opening, then back again, over and over until my hips start to move, begging him for more.

His hands grip my hips and he pulls me up onto his thighs, draping my legs over his arms. Seating himself at my entrance, he starts to work himself inside me.

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