Page 32 of Hero Worship

"Perfect," he growled, running his hands over the curve of my ass. "Fucking perfect."

I heard the snap of a bottle cap, then turned my head and caught the slight tremor in Ash's hands as he dripped lube over his fingers.

"Tell me what feels good," he said, but there was an edge of uncertainty beneath his usual commanding tone. "Want to make this right for you."

His first finger pressed inside cautiously. In all our training sessions, through every intense moment we'd shared, I'd never seen him this unsure of himself. The raw concentration on his face made my chest tight.

"Like this?" The question came out rough. "Talk to me, baby."

“More,” I pleaded. I guided his wrist as he added another finger, showing him exactly how to curl his fingers. When I gasped at his touch, fierce pride flashed across his features.

His voice grew steadier. "Right there?"

“Right there!” I lost myself, rocking back against his fingers. This was what I wanted, what I needed. What we both needed.

By the time he worked up to three fingers, his earlier hesitation had transformed into focused intensity. Every reaction he drew from me seemed to fascinate him, like he was cataloging each whimper and moan for future reference.

The crinkle of the condom wrapper made me shiver with anticipation. Through half-lidded eyes, I watched his hands shake slightly as he rolled it on. His cock looked massive, bigger than I'd imagined during all those training sessions.

"Fuck," he muttered as he lined up against me. His voice caught. "Tell me if it's too much."

The first push inside pulled raw sounds from his throat I'd never heard before. His whole body trembled where he pressed against me, thighs shaking with the effort of going slow. "Jesus." His breath came in harsh pants. "You're so tight."

"Keep going," I encouraged, loving how wrecked he sounded. "Please, Daddy."

He sank deeper with agonizing slowness, making sounds that went straight to my cock. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, like he needed something to anchor himself against the overwhelming sensation.

When he finally bottomed out, I felt the tremors running through his entire body. "Holy shit," he gasped. Never in all our time together had I heard him sound so completely undone. “I can’t believe… Fuck.” But then something shifted in him. "Mine," he growled, voice dropping into that commanding register that never failed to make me shiver. "Fucking mine."

His hips started moving with growing confidence. Each thrust grew more certain as he learned my body, figured out exactly how to take me apart. His natural dominance reasserted itself, stronger for having worked through his uncertainty.

"So perfect," he said as I rocked back against him. "Show me how much you need this. How much you need Daddy's cock."

The words sent electricity down my spine. My cock throbbed against the soaked lace of my panties, leaking steadily. Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge. The dual sensation of rough fabric and Ash's massive cock overwhelmed my senses.

"Please," I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for anymore. "Please, Daddy."

"What do you need, baby?" His hand slid from my hip to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back. He sounded breathless, almost reverent. "Tell me."

"Need to come." Tears pricked at my eyes. "Please let me come."

His thrusts grew harder, but I could hear the wonder in his voice. "Want to feel you come on my cock. Want to know what that feels like."

"Right there." I writhed beneath him. "Don't stop."

I heard his breath catch as he felt my body clench around him. "Fuck, baby. The way you squeeze me when I hit that spot..."

"Please," I whimpered, knowing from his angle that he was inadvertently hitting exactly the right spot. "Right there, don't stop."

The command in his voice, the possessive grip of his hands, the relentless pounding of his cock was too much. I came with a broken cry, my whole body convulsing as pleasure tore through me. My release soaked into the delicate lace, ruining them just like he'd wanted.

"Oh god." Ash's rhythm faltered as my body clenched around him. His grip on my hips turned bruising. "I never knew... fuck, I can feel you..." His words dissolved into a raw groan as his hips snapped forward hard. I felt him pulsing inside me, his whole body shaking.

The shock and wonder in his voice, the way he seemed overwhelmed by sensations he hadn't expected, sent another wave of pleasure through me. I'd done that to him—made thelegendary Ash Valentine lose control, made him feel something entirely new.

We collapsed together, Ash's weight pressing me into the mattress. Instead of feeling trapped, I felt... safe. Like nothing could hurt me as long as he had me pinned beneath him.

"I've got you," he murmured, pressing kisses along my shoulder. "I've got you, baby. You're mine now."

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