Page 22 of The Naughty Elf

“Fuck,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re so wet.”

I am, and I need this. I yank my jeans down an inch to give him better access as he rubs me, coating his digits with my arousal. After a few swipes, he slides two fingers into me. The moan I let loose has Ashley gripping me harder, an arm between my breasts to hold me up as he thrusts with his other hand.

My thighs spread to give him better access, hips jutted forward to meet each thump of his palm against my clit.

I lean back into him, giving him the control. The only thing I can do is try to keep myself quiet. But, fuck, it’s hard when he hits a spot that makes me quake all over.

Pleasure builds, and my hips drop into his hand, grinding and seeking. I’ve been so riled up that I hoped an orgasm would hit me fast, but it’s not, it’s lingering, teasing, whispering that I need more.

“Ginger.” Ashley’s voice drops against the shell of my ear like a prayer before his mouth gets busy kissing and nibbling along my throat. His groan has me pulsing around him. “Fuck, I want to feel you come. I want to taste it.”

It should be enough to send me over the edge, but my body’s grown too greedy. When I whimper, he slowly sinks his teeth into myneck. A new moan rockets out of me, and still, I’m just far enough away that I have to prod him for more.

“Ashley…”

He groans ayesagainst my skin.

“More.”

His hips grind against my ass. “How much more?”

I gasp as he thrusts harder. “All of it. All of you. God, Ashley, fuck me.”

He sucks in a deep breath before his fingers retreat. I barely catch how he sinks them in his mouth for a beat before he yanks my jeans down my hips and off my ass. With another small fumble, his cock slides between my thighs, becoming coated with my slick.

Palms braced against the wall, I nod, dropping softpleases until the fat head of his cock presses against my entrance. As wet as I am, it takes a little force to breach my core. The small thrusts that work him into me have my legs shaking.

“God, yes.” My head falls back, sharpening the angle and accepting all of him.

Ashley locks an arm around my waist as he seats himself, rocking against the end of me. “You feel so fucking good, Ginger.”

After a few tentative thrusts, he builds up a nice rhythm. “Like this? You want more?”

I nod, halfway gone to the feeling of being absolutely full, stretched near to my limit by his shaft. “Give me everything you’ve got.”

I swear he growls at me in return, but everything disappears with the way his hips rocket forward, slamming into me like a jackhammer. Every thrust is faster and harder than the last.

The wet smacking sounds of our hips and my soft cries are the only noises I can hear as my core flutters. But fuck, my body still refuses to give in, to allow me the release I so desperately need.

Ashley must feel my frustration because his hand comes down on my clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Burning pleasure crests, trapping me in its grasp. He grunts against the back of my neck.

My entire body is fighting for control, clamping down around Ashley’s thick cock. Arching back, his hand slides up my waist, under my shirt, letting the chilly air breach my overheated skin. He cups me over my bra, finding my nipple and pinching it.

Muscles locking up, I tip over that edge, jerking and shaking as I come and come and come. I’m lost to everything but his cock. His hips rocket into me, searching for his own release when my ringer blares from my front jeans pocket.

We slam together a few more times before Ashley settles behind me, breathing hard and reaching for the offending phone.

I fumble it from his grasp, propping myself against the brick to answer it.

But Ashley is still rocking slowly into me. I know he hasn’t come, and it doesn't look like he’s going to. Still, I bite back my mewls as my pussy throbs around him, wanting more.

I accept the call. “Yes?”

My voice is too breathy. I sound freshly fucked for sure. I’m still being fucked, even if it’s a tenth of what it was a few seconds ago. I struggle to listen to whoever's on the other end.

“Ginger?” one of my volunteers asks.

“Yeah. It’s me.” Ashley slams home one more time, pushing into me like he can crawl into my body. My knees wobble, and my mouth forms an O. His hand presses into my clit with more strength.

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