Page 135 of Lamb

Ash, covered in glistening sweat, her post-orgasm haze clouding over her eyes, sat up on the table. She inched off the edge, her legs threatening to collapse as she stalked toward me, pressing her hand into my chest.

“You have had your turn,” Ash growled as the couch came up against my knees and I collapsed onto the soft cushions. “Now it is mine.”

Before I could get my bearings, Ash positioned her knees on either side of my hips, her hand wrapped around my shaft as she lined my dick up with her entrance.

The brief cold vanished as Ash sucked my dick back into her warm, velvet entrance. Her head tipped back with a groan of pleasure as she swallowed my full length, her ass smacking against the top of my thighs.

I watched with fascination as my confused dick swelled again inside of her, begging her to move.

I grasped her thighs, ready to guide her into position, but Ash swatted them aside.

Instead, hers found their place back in my hair, pulling tightly on the strands until I was forced to bare my throat, to look straight up into the sinister smile licked by a devious tongue. “Who do you belong to?”

My dick hardened.

Ash’s smile grew wider.

Her hips rocked with reward, her insides sliding up the edges of my shaft in something equivalent to a soft brush.

If I’d thought before had been torturous, this was next level. My full dick grew fuller and fuller as she continued to rock slowly back and forth, hips spinning and gyrating just enough to stimulate my skin. It was both overwhelmingly good and frustrating at the same time.

“Babe,” I growled, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass.

“That is not my name,” Ash panted, getting a sick satisfaction out of torturing me.

I held my tongue. I wanted to say it. I wanted to bury my dick right to the hilt and whisper her name as many times as she needed in her ear. I wanted to take her by the ass and rock her so hard she wouldn’t even remember her name as I screamed it at the top of my lungs and filled her with my seed.

I remained silent.

Instead, I enjoyed my torture, watching the sheen of sweat build on Ash’s skin as her own pleasure began to derail her plans. Her rocking movements grew with speed as she began to build herself. Her control was fraying as soft whimpers slipped from her lips.

Ash’s eyes locked with mine, and just when I thought she was about to yield and allow us both to give in, she smiled. Then she reached down between her legs, her thumb rubbing over her clit as she rapidly drove herself to the finish line, desperate to come herself before she’d allow me.

“Tell me,” she moaned, her eyes glazing as she neared the edge once more, leaving me stranded behind. “Who do you belong to?”

“Ash,” I hissed, her threat forcing my surrender. “I belong to you, babe. All of you.”

A soft, sweet expression melted across her face, satisfaction screaming from her eyes as she leaned forward, her lips brushing the shell of my ear and nearly undoing me with just two words. “Good boy.”

True to the game, Ash released her clit, anchoring her hands on my shoulders instead as she lifted her hips, and with the energy neither of us had, she rode me home. Faster and faster, she bounced on my lap, her ass hitting my legs as her moans grew louder and louder.

I latched onto either side of her hips, shifting my own to give myself a little room as I lifted her off my lap and slammed up into her pussy. My hips took over her own as I bucked and bucked my dick deep into her channel, the warmth, the pleasure, the tightening of her hole around my base, threatening to cut circulation, all brought me up to that edge.

Ash cried as her orgasm took her over, her pussy slick with her own personal lube as I followed her over.

I bellowed as my own dick burst like a firework, pleasure shooting down my nerves like lightning, leaving only please to crackle across my circuitry.

We collapsed in a hot, sticky pile against the couch, our limp limbs tangled and our raging chests struggling to catch our moist mixed breaths.

Our cum seeped down around my dick and between my legs, no doubt soaking into the expensive hotel suite. Neither of us had the energy nor mental capacity to care.

We both sat like that for a while, both steeping in our post-sex smell and sweat until our chests began to settle and our brains recovered from the orgasmic haze.

“Where did you go?” Through the initial panic and the raging sex, the question had finally managed to dredge itself up from the depths of my mind.

“It is rather late for that.” Ash’s laugh rippled into my chest, and I enjoyed the sensation.

I began to draw lazy lines up and down her spine as she snuggled in closer to my body, our heat melded where we touched, and the cool air brushed where we didn’t.

---