Page 18 of Refuge for Ailsa

“Do you want to suck my cock?”

“Yes.” There was something inside her, some kind of seed or egg or something, something wrapped in cellophane or embedded in glass, something that was about to crack open and take flight, and she decided in that moment that she wanted it. She wanted to lose control, to say things she’d never said before, to do things she’d never done before. For reasons she couldn’t understand, she trusted Tavish. Ailsa didn’t just want to do thingswithhim; she wanted him to do thingstoher, to take the power away, take her as he wanted, and use her body as his toy. “I want to suck your cock. I want to swallow your cum. I want you to come on my face, on my belly, in my ass. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”Holy shit, bitch, shut the fuck up! You sound like the world’s biggest slut! What’s wrong with you?But she couldn’t stop. “I want you to do whatever you want to me, however many times you want, and make me beg.”Nice touch, dumbass!she heard her brain shriek, but the words were out there and she couldn’t take them back.

“You’re sure about that?” She nodded. “Speak.”

“I’m sure. I want it. I want you to do it to me.”

That evil grin was back. “Do what?”

“Whatever you want.”

“You arenotgoing to be sorry you said that.” She shrieked as his mouth returned to her clit, and he ramped up his finger movements inside her. Everything was building, and she was panting, unable to stop the freight train that was about to slam into her.

And when she came, it was violent. She shook. She screamed. She tried to pull his face away from her, but she couldn’t. He kept going even as she begged and pleaded, but he wouldn’t stop, and she could feel it building again, painful and delicious. His fingers were stroking inside her so fast that she could literally hear them, and she writhed as the fingers of his free hand twisted and pulled her nipple.

When her body turned loose the second time, she saw stars. He was still finger-fucking her forcefully, and his tongue became even more insistent. Then it all changed. Fingers still stroking, she felt him trace around her bud with the tip of his tongue under the edge of her hood, and when he stopped, it was on the upper left quadrant of her clit.

What happened next was something she’d never forget. He concentrated all his efforts on that one tiny spot, and Ailsa could almost feel her soul leaving her body. That one itty-bitty area was like a match to dynamite, and she had trouble pulling breath into her lungs. She wheezed out, “Oh, god, Tav… Please, I don’t think I can take it.” Instead of slowing, he doubled down, and she wondered if orgasms could kill a person. She was surely dying. The pressure building inside her was taking on a life of its own. It was right there…

Her body convulsed so hard that she bent over, and her knees buckled. There was a sudden, mighty gush of wetness from between her legs. It was hard to breathe, and all she could manage to say was a strangled, whispered, “Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god.”

She felt air hit her tortured nub as Tavish pulled back. “Look, Ailsa. Look at your clit. Look at it, babe.” Ailsa glanced down and almost gasped. It was swollen and distended. As she watched, Tavish took a wet finger and stroked across it, an action that made her whole body jerk. “That’s gonna rub inside your underwear for a week. Every day, every time you move, you’re going to remember what I did to you, how hard I made you come.” She didn’t get a chance to say anything before he stood and picked her up over his shoulder, caveman-style. He carried her through the open doorway and into the kitchen, where he sat her bare ass on the countertop. As she watched, he pulled off a boot at a time and dropped them, pulled his tee off over his head, then unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his fly, and slid his jeans down. The tenting of his boxer briefs was enormous, and she could barely wait to see what he was sporting inside that knit fabric. He reached down to his jeans, dug around, and stood, then hooked his fingers in the waistband of his underwear and snatched them down and off.

Ailsa closed her eyes and tipped her head back. His fucking cock was huge and hard, and she needed it so badly that she wanted to scream. “Watch, babe. Open your eyes and watch.” When her head dropped and her eyes opened, she saw him tear open a small foil packet and roll a condom on. She’d never thought of putting on a condom as sexy, but Tavish made it look that way. The pulse in his dick made it bob a little as he stepped toward her, and she almost cried with need. “I hope you’re ready for me,” he growled as he reached her. Pressing her legs open, he pinched her clit between a thumb and forefinger as he stroked his cock with the other hand.

Tavish leaned in and pulled her face to his, kissing her with a fervency she’d never felt before. He was devouring her, and as he did, he wrapped both arms around her and under her ass and lifted her from the countertop, carrying her across the room. She didn’t know what was about to happen, and it didn’t matter. All she wanted was that rock-hard dick inside her, pounding her for all he was worth. Her back rested against something solid, and his hand went from her ass to the backs of her thighs.

He didn’t say a word, just opened her legs wider and forced his way inside her. God, she wanted it so badly! She couldn’t remember ever feeling so wanton or needy, and the minute his balls hit her ass, his hardness buried all the way inside her, she decided she’d been doing it all wrong. Over the years, she’d been fucked repeatedly by boys. This was aman, a real man, strong and hard and demanding. He kissed her again, then leaned back and looked into her face. “You’re getting a fucking. Right now.”

He pounded her. He was relentless and commanding and forceful, and she loved it. At first she’d been afraid she’d fall, but she knew he wouldn’t let that happen. Deep inside, she wished she had a video of them fucking. It had to look spectacular, it just had to. It would be the best porn video anybody ever made. His eyes were hot on her when he whispered, “Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight and so fucking hot. Damn, look at those tits bouncing. I’m hard as a rock, girl. I wanna come in you so bad. So damn bad. This time it’s about me. Next time, it’s about you.” He slammed into her over and over, and watching the muscles bunching and releasing in his arms, his abs, his pecs, drove her crazy. “Play with your nipples, babe. I want to watch.”

Her arms had been plastered to the wall the whole time, palms pressed against it. “I’ll fall,” she whined.

“No. I won’t let you fall. My cock won’t let you fall. Play with those nips, girl. Play with them like I played with them. Rough.”

Ailsa had never done that before, and for a second it was embarrassing. Then she almost laughed as she thought about the last ten minutes. Why the hell was she embarrassed about playing with her nipples? She’d for sure experienced a lot of things in the few minutes previous that could be considered a lot more embarrassing. Take, for instance, the way she’d talked to him.Yeah. Why the hell should this bother me?she asked herself. She twisted and pulled, and a growl erupted from his throat. He was getting off watching her do it, and that made her want to do it even more. It surprised her how far out her nipples would stretch, how many times they’d twist around before she couldn’t stand it anymore, and she could see him observing her, appreciating what she was doing, getting off on it.

It took about five minutes before she heard him say, “Oh, fuck, I’m coming. I wanna see you pull ’em hard, babe.” Without hesitation, she yanked both nipples straight out as far as she could, and she felt him stiffen a little and then groan. “Oh, fuuuuuuck. Yeah. Oh, god, yeah,” he groaned as he slammed into her over and over, then stilled. “Damn,” he muttered.

“God, Tav,” she whispered.

It seemed to take a few seconds for him to come back to himself, and then he stared into her face. “I think that was the hardest fucking I’ve ever handed out, and you loved it, didn’t you?”

“Oh, god, yeah. Hey, did I get your jeans wet?”

“When you squirted? Oh, yeah. All down the front. Hotter than sin.” He let her down from the wall slowly, careful to give her time to get her legs under her. She stood there, weak-kneed for a minute.

Then she looked around. “You got any water around here?”

“Yeah.” He was still panting and having trouble breathing. She watched as he rolled the condom off and threw it in a trash can nearby. “Out in the cooler in the truck. I’ll?”

“No. I’ll go get it.”

“You’re naked, you know,” he said mockingly, and when she turned to look, he was smirking at her.

“Yeah. I kinda noticed. Be right back.”

Ailsa skipped out the front door and down the front steps. She was naked, the sun was shining, a cool breeze was blowing, and she was headed outside to a truck. Outside. She couldn’t believe it. One look down told her she’d be feeling the pain in her nipples for a couple of weeks, and a bit farther down, her clit was still swollen and protruding from her slit. Damn, she’d never had sex like that before! How had she never been that horny before? How had she never met a man who could fuck her like that before? “What the hell am I doing out here when I could be back inside, having the hell fucked out of me again?” she mumbled under her breath as she grabbed two bottles of water. Halfway back to the house, she pressed the bottles to her nipples. A little squeal came from her lips, but then the shock settled and the coldness felt good.

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