Page 61 of All That Glitters
I swallowed around the dryness. “I understand.”
“Good girl. Say you want it.”
“I want it.”
“Before we’re done with our little affair, I’m also going to take your perfect ass.” He didn’t miss my whimper. I didn’t sound like myself in that strangled sound. Being where I was and what I was doing… I wasn’t acting like myself, either. “You like that. You want it, don’t you, Helen? You want my dick pounding your ass. I didn’t know you could get wetter than what you were when I entered you, but you’re one surprise after another.”
He held me so tight against the door, I could do nothing more than take the relentless fucking he gave me. The pressure built, his words adding fuel to the inferno licking over my skin.
His lips hovered over mine. Breath mingled. And I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I couldn’t stop staring at him. It was too intimate. He could see everything I wasn’t able to hide from him.
The harder he thrust inside me, the closer I came to a second orgasm.
It would be the third one from Ashton in less than twenty-four hours, when I hadn’t had one with or from anyone else in a couple of years.
Ashton was my favorite fantasy. No one ever measured up to him, not even in my head.
“Your eyes are so damn expressive and you’re so close…”
I wanted to close my eyes but couldn’t. I wanted to see him. I wanted to see the moment he came.
And he was right. I was so close.
Then, he pulled out of me. The sound I made was that of a wounded animal and my hands tightened on his shoulder.
He chuckled. “I’m not going anywhere.” He pushed his cock against my clit, and rocked against it, slipping and sliding through my wetness.
His breathing turned ragged and matched mine. His eyes were on mine and his tongue licked at my lips, pulling back if I tried to react. “I want your taste on my tongue. It’s still on your lips.”
God… No one had ever said the things to me that he did.
His cum flowed hot over my clit and he jerked against me. I couldn’t have stopped the orgasm if my life depended on it. I couldn’t stop the keening cry, the mewl, the shaking and quivering…
Wet heat spread through my pussy lips, down my thighs.
When he unclenched his jaw, he kissed the tip of my nose, and pulled away, but only by a fraction. My legs and hips ached and when I made to stand, he shook his head and pushed me to my knees.
Humiliation wasn’t something I was used to and I couldn’t say that it was something I relished or enjoyed. I didn’t know how much more I would give to Ashton, how much more of my compassion or dignity or body… But the look on his face, the look in his eyes…somewhere between surprise and desire mixed with a bit of icy chill, I knew I wouldn’t walk away anytime soon.
He challenged everything inside me, touched everything inside me…
“Your mouth, Helen. Clean my cock. Let me see if you live up to your name as the most beautiful woman in the world.”
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Ashton
Nothing in the world could’ve prepared me for the feel of her mouth on me, swallowing me deep, and sucking around the tenderness of my cockhead.
Nothing in the world could’ve prepared me for the feel of being inside her.
Nothing in the world had prepared me for Helen Troye like this.
I’d fucked plenty of women, but none like her. Maybe it was because of our friendship. Maybe it was because I knew her and she knew me. Maybe it was because of the illicit nature of our arrangement. Maybe it was because I was a different person now than I was seven months ago. Maybe it was all of it and maybe it was none of it. But I wasn’t sure I’d ever fuck anyone who’d leave the impression on me that she would, that she already had.
Her body was so responsive; so hot, so wet, so perfect.
Last night in her bedroom with Hale not so far away came back to me.
