Page 18 of Forbidden Hunger

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Even as wetas she is, she’s incredibly tight. I ease back and press in, my cock gradually disappearing inside her, my eyes fixed on the place where our bodies join.

When I shift my gaze to her face, her expression is strained. I think she might be a virgin. I didn’t ask, because I didn’t want that final assault on my conscience. Things were too far gone by then for turning back.

I’m probably hurting her, but I’ll make it up to her.

Finally, I’m stuffed inside her as far as I can go. I start working her clit with my thumb and she clenches and releases around me, her soft moans filling the room. I circle, press, and roll her swollen point until her head goes back and she cries out, clamping down on me.

Now I start to move, flexing my hips, using my hands to bring her up to meet me.

“Ashton … it feels …”

“What?”

Her head tosses on the mattress. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop.” I come down over her, stretching out, one forearm holding me up. My hand tangles in her hair and I tighten my grip just a little, until she gasps and vises around me. “Spread your legs, honey.”

With another moan, she obeys, her dancer’s body lithe and flexible. I start to fuck her hard and slow and deep, just the way I promised. Her nails dig into my back, then my ass, spurring me on.

“Fuck, Tori. You’re perfect.” I don’t ever want to stop, don’t ever want to be anywhere but deep inside her, her exquisite cunt swallowing my cock.

“Ashton … please …”

I look into her eyes and see the pleading there. “More?”

“Yes. More.”

I fuck her harder, the sound of our bodies meeting echoing off the walls. She’s crying out with every stroke now, but not in pain. “Touch yourself,” I order her. “I want you to come on my cock before I lose control.”

She slides her hand between us. I can’t hold on much longer. “Hurry, Tori.”

“Ash … oh fuck … Ash!” Her pussy spasms frantically around me as she goes over the edge, and the frayed rope that’s what’s left of my self-control snaps.

I start pounding into her, her screams filling my ears as I fuck her like a jackhammer. Hard and fast and frantic, until the climax shoots from the base of my spine into my balls, and I pour myself out, her cunt milking me for every last drop.

My body goes limp, collapsing on hers. As soon as I’m able, I roll us onto our sides, holding her close. “Are you all right?”

She opens her eyes and studies me for a moment before her lips curve softly up. Her smile is exquisite, lighting up the room. “Yeah.”

I tuck her against me, savoring the afterglow. If Tori comes to her senses and decides she doesn’t want to do this again, I’ll have to try to change her mind.

Once is definitely not enough.

* * *

I don’t haveto persuade her. The week flies by, our evenings spent in a blissful haze of sex. During the day, I try not to go to work with a “just got laid” spring in my step, but the change in my mood is too obvious to miss.

“You’re chipper these days,” Shane remarks.

I don’t look up from the contract I’m studying. “New workout routine.”

“Mm.” I’m certain if I make eye contact he’ll be smirking at me, so I don’t look. If I do, then I’ll have to deal with him and his too-astute questions, and that’s best avoided.

On Saturday, Tori and I go for a walk in Central Park. It rained last night; the air is chilly. We stroll together, but don’t hold hands, or otherwise act like lovers. There’s an ache in my heart that I can’t give her that.

We’re in Strawberry Fields, near the mosaic, when we hear what sounds like a heated argument. Tori shoots me a worried glance, and we go in the direction of the voices. Just off the path, under a tree, we find a man looming threateningly over a woman.

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