Page 59 of The Influencer

“I might.”

“Depending on what?”

“On how I look in it, honestly.”

“Stay pretty then,” he says. “I want your fans to see it.”

“Is that part of the deal?”

“If you want to go through with it.”

I nod. “I do.”

“Then get on the bed.”

“You’re coming, right?” I ask.

“I better.”

I walk over to the edge of the bed, put my hands on the mattress, and crawl on. Before I can arrange myself, flip over, or do anything at all, his hands are on my hips, and he’s yanking my briefs down to expose my ass.

“Thighs apart,” he says after he gets my underwear off my legs.

I spread them wider.

“More,” he demands.

If I go any further, I’ll be in the splits. I inch my knees outward, but the hands and knees position doesn’t hold, and my flexibility takes over from there. My inner thighs meet the bed, and my chest hits the mattress.

“This,” he says, licking a stripe up my hole and making me whimper. “This is fucking perfect.”

No shit it is.

With his hands working to keep my ass cheeks spread, he traces the rim of my hole with the stiff tip of his tongue before kissing me from my heavy sack, up my taint, and then stuffing me full of his tongue.

“God,” I grunt reaching between my chest and the mattress to grab hold of my leaking dick. I circle the root, strangling it like a cock ring because I’m way too close, way too soon. Fuck, I nearly came when we were grinding and making out on the couch. This is so much more treacherous.

I focus on my facial expressions, helpless against the sounds he’s pulling out of me as he sucks my asshole the way he sucked my cock in Gideon’s bathroom. I even think of a title for the post. Bi-curious Brute Wrecks My Hole. And frankly, if anyone wants to see that happen badly enough, they’ll pay a hundred bucks a download, and I won’t feel so bad for the way I’m unable to control my face.

Meanwhile I’m trying to fuck anything that’ll have me. My hips are rocking, responding to the erotic swirl of his tongue and the long, wet sucks. We find a rhythm that’s fucking glorious, and I’m moaning with every thrust.

“Ash,” I whisper. “Ash…”

I’m dying. I’m fucking dying.

He only makes it harder not to come after that. Pressing a finger against my taint, he applies direct, vicious pressure to my prostate, and I lose control of everything. Both my arms fly forward to grab for something to hold onto, even as I push my ass against his face. Blood fills my dick and pressure builds and builds in my core until a thrill skates up my overstretched thighs, seizes my groin, and launches my cum straight up my cock. Groaning and gasping, I come and come some more, hiding my face behind my arm as I very nearly burst into tears. It’s fucking agony, and the best goddamn thing I’ve ever experienced.

And then the condom packet rips.

Cum is still pouring out of me in shocking surges as Asher drives his dick inside me. Relentless. He’s relentless.

Somehow, I’m on my knees again, my thighs pressed together, knees against my chest, and I can’t parse through how that happened, but I can safely say no one’s ever fucked me in this position before, and it’s tight. A very tight fit. When he gives my ass a light slap, I overreact like he cracked a whip on me, letting out a howl and dissolving into pathetic whimpers as he fucks slowly, deeply into me on the most decadent glides.

I wish I could see him. He must look beyond sexy the way he’s leisurely fucking me while I’m in freaking child’s pose.

I bite into the comforter to keep from humiliating myself even more, and still, my neck arches back when he takes hold of my waist and shortens his thrusts. The piercings are intense. Not a single one of them goes unnoticed from the ring at his tip to the cold metal hoops slapping my balls.

His breaths grow deeper, gusting over my sweat-slicked back, and a low growl rumbles through him, giving me chills. “You feel so fucking good,” he whispers. “Jesus.”

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