Page 20 of Freaks Of Nature
He fucks me harsher now, his fingertips at my hips digging into my skin. He pulls out so far, the piercing at his tip catches my clit each time before he follows up by slamming the second piece of jewelry into the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Ash plunges into me so raw and deep I clench the sheets in my fists. My whole body trembles. I’m so close to coming again, but this time it’s more. Maybe it’s this position. Maybe it’s his piercing pounding my G-spot combined with the external stimulation. This time it feels like I’m going to explode.
My mouth opens, and I cry out when I go off. My walls squeeze him, clenching and unclenching to pull him into me.
Spasms rake me while his hips come at me again and again until he too finally climaxes. He locks into me in one final brutal thrust.
Ash stills, his cock jerking inside me to release every last drop.
I grind back.
I can’t help it. He feels so good inside me. I want to feel him come again.
At last, he pulls himself free. He rolls me over and rips the bandana off my head.
My eyes settle on his face, but there’s no wryly dimple at the corner of his mouth. His smirk is cold; almost cruel.
A chill races up my spine.
He holds my stare as he thrusts two fingers into me, pumping them in and out.
I can feel his cum dripping free. There’s so much of it.
“Lick them clean,” he says, bringing them up to my mouth.
My lips part on his command, and I suck them in.
“That’s it. Good girl,” he groans, his hooded gaze pinning me. “You like the taste of us, don’t you?”
I nod, swirling my tongue around his fingers, swallowing greedily.
Even though he removed the bandana, it’s all I smell. Like the scent burned itself into my mind.
Satisfied, he withdraws, but remains hovering.
“We’re gonna havesomuch fun together,” he promises, an unusually rough edge in his voice.
My pussy acknowledges him with a pulse. It’s a betrayal. Something in me answers the call of this dark side.
I follow the brief drop of his eyes to my lips before he kisses me. Then his groan fills me, deep and sensual like he’s kissing me for the first time.
Ash
Ipark my bike in the rear of the shop and stroll in through the staff door that leads directly to where we work on cars.
An old-school radio is playing on a workbench.
“Is that you, Ash?” Isaac asks when I let the steel door slam shut behind me.
I look over to where a sturdy man’s jean-clad legs poke out from underneath a ’67 Hemi Road Runner that’s getting overhauled.
I offered to give him a hand, but he declined. Supposedly, he used to have one just like it, and he wants to do that one himself—won’t let anyone else even touch it.
And nobody argues with him. The shop is his baby.
“Yeah,” I grunt. “Where’s Mace?”
We’re a team of five working in the garage, but the three of us are always first to come in and last to leave, not counting Isaac’s daughter Tatum, who runs sales in the front of the shop. Rob and Jason will roll up within the hour.
