Page 17 of Swallow

He exhaled roughly. “Never,” he said, and his voice hardened. “I want you on your hands and knees so I can take you from behind.” The demand in his voice was undeniable. “I want to see your ass when I fuck you. I want to see you nice and spread for me, Evie.”

I nodded, but before I could say anything, I was flipped onto my belly and pulled up onto my hands and knees. And then he gripped my ass cheeks.

A gasp left me again, but when Ash started smoothing his hands over my flesh, I moaned for more.

“I want that pussy of yours stretched so tight around my cock.”

God, he spoke so filthy. I loved it.

“I want my cum inside you, sweetheart. I want to fill you up until it’s spilling down your thighs.”

“Ash,” I whispered, my whole body flushing.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m going to make sure you’re taken care of real good.”

Braced on my hands and knees, I looked over my shoulder at Ash. He gripped his enormous cock with one hand and ran the other one over his mouth as he stared between my spread thighs. He reached out and gave my ass one more squeeze before moving closer, so I closed my eyes and braced myself.

And shocking the hell out of me, he spread my cheeks wide and started licking at the tight, forbidden hole right between them. I gasped at how foreign the sensation was, as the feeling of his warm, wet tongue pushing into that resistant ring of muscle had other erotic things bursting inside of me.

With one last, long lick to my asshole, he rose and positioned the tip of his cock right at the entrance of my pussy. He only gave me a second of reprieve before he slid all those thick inches into me. I gasped and braced my hands out in front of me to steady myself, to hold on as he took control.

He dug his fingers deeper into my hips. It wasn’t painful, but forceful enough that I wasn’t going anywhere. And then he pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in deeper than before.

Over and over he did this, filling me, stretching me.

“Oh, God, Ash.” I closed my eyes as a ripple of pleasure tore through me. He kept a firm grip on my hips, pounding into my already deliciously sensitive pussy. I was so close to getting off again. And as if he read my mind, Ash reached around, slid his hand down my belly, and found my clit, then started rubbing the hell out of that little bud.

The sensations crashed through me, and the pleasure crescendoed until I couldn’t hold onto my control any longer.

“More!” I wasn’t even ashamed I begged like a fiend for him.

My breasts shook from the force of his thrusts, and the sound of our damp skin slapping together filled my ears. He grunted and growled behind me and started palming my ass with one hand, spreading me impossibly wider.

He continued fucking me, massaging my ass with one palm and rubbing my clit with his other fingers, all seemingly at the same time, until I was crying out, not caring who heard. And as I got lost in pleasure and fell deep into the orgasm he so easily dug out of me, I knew one thing.

I never wanted this to end with Ash.

With one final groan, he buried the full length of his cock inside of me and came. I swore I could feel his cum pumping into my body, and it made me hotter and turned me on faster thananything before, and I came once more before my last orgasm even ended.

When his body relaxed and I knew his climax was waning, I felt his warm, humid breath coast along my nape.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” His groan of satisfaction pleased me so much.

He pulled out of me, and I immediately felt his cum slide out of my pussy. He gave one of my ass cheeks a hard squeeze before falling to the side, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close to his chest.

I was high from the sex and everything about Ash.

“My pretty, perfect girl,” he growled, and he slid his hand down my belly and settled it between my thighs, cupping my pussy and keeping the rest of his cum deep inside me. “This isn’t the end, Evie sweetheart. It’s only the beginning.”

And it really was.

12

EVIE

Months later

The morning light streamed through the curtains in our bedroom, golden and warm, painting the walls in soft hues. I stretched beneath the sheets, my body humming with a quiet kind of peace I had never known before.

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