I’m tired of holding back. I’ve been holding back all of my life and now … now it’s time to let go. The world has placed Austin in my path, and I’d be a fool to let him go without surrendering to him. My mind and soul demand it, and my body needs his. More than any other time in my life, I know this is it. This is the man I must surrender to.

“I want you…” I find myself saying, my fingers grabbing at his shirt and pulling him into me. “I need you,” I continue, unbuttoning his shirt button by button, my fingers slowly moving down the front of his shirt and revealing the cut muscles on his chest.

He runs his fingers through my hair as I lean and rest my lips against his pectorals, laying gentle kisses all over his skin. Tugging at his shirt, I untuck it and then push it down his arms, allowing it to float down to the floor.

“I want you too … so fucking bad, Ashley,” he whispers against my ear as I press my chest against his, my nipples hardening against the cups of my bra.

“Then take me,” I whisper back at him, my skin prickling as I feel his fingers running up the side of my body. He reaches for the clasp of my bra, right between my shoulder blades, and unhooks it; then, pushing its straps down my arms, he leans in and kisses the rising curve of my breasts. His lips slide down to the outer edge of my bra and, grabbing it between his teeth, he pulls it down to reveal my rosy tips.

“Take me,” I repeat once more, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him into me harshly. Coming willingly, he parts his lips and then wraps them around my hard nipple, taking it into his mouth and running vicious circles around it with his tongue. He yanks the bra off my body and, while he keeps sucking on my nipple, he cups both my tits and squeezes them softly, my flesh shifting under the touch of his fingers.

“I want that cock of yours,” I continue, the words finding their way into my mouth. I run my fingers over his back, moving them down until I meet the hem of his pants. “I want to feel it inside my mouth…” Stretching my fingers wide, I slide them under his pants and boxers, closing my eyes as I feel his ass cheeks under the palm of my hands. “I want to feel it inside my pussy… I want to feel it everywhere,” I moan as he nibbles at my nipple, pulling it between two rows of pearly white teeth.

“You can do whatever you want with my cock, Ashley,” he replies, his words like a maddening spell. Taking my hands out of his ass, I move them over to his belt and hook my fingers on the buckle. I start unbuckling it slowly, my eyes locking on his as he pulls back from my breasts, flames of desire and lust flickering behind his smart eyes.

Pulling his belt out from its loops, I don’t even blink as I let it fall down to the floor and then undo the top button on his pants. Holding my breath, I pull his fly down and flatten the palm of my hand against the growing shape under his boxer briefs.

“Ever since I tasted your cock for the first time … I can’t think of anything else,” I admit as I curl my fingers around its shape, feeling its thickness pulse against me. “It’s so … big,” I breathe out, my chest rising as I take a deep breath, imagining how it must feel to have something so monstrous inside of me, stretching my virgin pussy wide... Is it going to hurt? God, is it even going to fit?

“That makes two of us…” he says, cupping my tits and squeezing them again. “Your pussy has driven me mad…” he continues, and I feel his cock pulse wildly against my fingers, as if words were working in tandem with the boiling blood rushing down to the huge member between his thighs. “I want to taste it again, Ashley. I want to --”

I place one finger over his lips, hushing him, and offer him a sweet but devious smile.

“You can do anything you want,” I purr, my heart tightening inside my chest as I say it. “Anything you want…” With that, I let my knees buckle under my weight and I lower my body, kneeling in front of me.

I run one fingertip over the length of his cock, measuring it, and then I lean forward and tilt my head slightly. Opening my mouth, I rest it against the shape of his cock and suck it over the fabric of his boxers, closing my eyes as the wild desire to have him inside my mouth takes over me.

I take my hands to his waist and, hooking my fingers on his boxer briefs, I pull my head back. With a quick movement, I tug both his boxer briefs and pants down, sending them to his ankles. His cock springs free fast, slapping the back of my hand, and I feel lightheaded as I see the size of his member in all of its glory. Seriously, how is something so big going to fit inside my pussy?

“It’s all yours, babe,” he tells me, noticing the hungry look in my eyes. He kicks off his shoes in a hurry and then, stepping out from his pants and boxer briefs, he simply brushes them aside with his feet.

“All mine,” I repeat, biting on my lower lip and reaching for his shaft with my hand. I curl my fingers around it, its warmness spreading to my skin, and I feel my pussy growing so wet that I’m almost afraid of becoming dehydrated.

Slowly, I start moving my hand up and down the length of his shaft, stroking him at a growing pace. I grow even wetter with each stroke of my hand, my mind busy imagining how it must feel to have his cock sliding in and out of me at the same rhythm with which I’m stroking him. I never felt desire like this, a completely overwhelming urge to have a man inside of me… But we’re not talking about just any man, are we? We’re talking about Austin, the most handsome man I’ve ever met.

Leaning in, I part my lips and rest them against the tip of his cock, tasting his pre-cum and closing my eyes as I do it. Still stroking him, I open my mouth as wide as I can and start rolling my lips down the length of his shaft, only stopping when I feel the skin at the base of his cock. With his long inches buried deep inside my mouth, I open my eyes and look up at him, wanting to see the expression on his face as he takes in the sight.

There’s a mischievous grin on his face as he gazes at me, and I can tell that he’s enjoying the scene unfolding under him. Placing both his hands on my head, he grabs me by the hair and starts rocking his hips slowly, his cock moving in and out of my mouth at a growing pace. Allowing him to fuck my tight little mouth, I remain frozen in place, caressing his balls with my hand and feeling their weight against my palm.

“Fuck, I love your tight mouth, Ashley…” he groans, picking up the pace and rocking his hips at a more urgent rhythm. His balls slap my chin over and over again, and I wouldn’t mind if he simply fucked my mouth until he came.

Now slowing down, he finally slides his cock out of my mouth; wasting no time, I start stroking him again, doing it fast and hard right from the beginning. My hands move so fast that all I see is a blur, my pussy aching and begging my mind to allow him between my legs.

“I could spend all day like this, on my knees,” I tell him, looking into his eyes as I run the tip of my tongue down the length of his shaft. I take my mouth to his balls and, sucking one in, I let it roll inside my mouth as I lap at it with my tongue. Opening my mouth even more, so much that my jaw starts complaining from the effort, I take both his balls inside my mouth and suck on them, my hand still furiously working on his cock.

“I wouldn’t mind having you all day on your knees…” he groans, running his fingers through my hair. “Maybe I should’ve put that in the contract,” he whispers, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, simply surrendering to the way I’m handling his 12-inches of pure pleasure.

“Fuck,” Austin groans again, his cock throbbing against my fingers. Grabbing me by the wrist, he forces me to let go of his cock and then pulls me up to my feet. Taking one hand to my waist, he then pushes me back and sits me down on the edge of the tub. “I need to taste that pussy. Right now,” he growls and, waiting no time, goes down on one knee. Pushing my yoga pants down, he throws them to the side and allows his gaze to fall on my skimpy black thong, the fabric drenched with my fluids.

Running his hands from my knees to my inner thighs, he then grabs my thong and starts pulling it down. I raise my ass slightly so that he can pull it off me, and then I lift one leg up at a time, the wet fabric sliding down my smooth skin easily.

“Your smell is enough to drive me fucking mad,” Austin whispers, raising my thong and taking it to his mouth. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath and then just lets the thong fall to the floor at his feet. “I can’t get enough of that perfect pussy of yours,” he says as he comes for me, parting his lips and wrapping them around my clit softly. I let out a purred moan as I feel the tip of his tongue circling my clit, lightning darting up my spine as waves of pleasure crash against me, a perfect storm of pleasure brewing inside my body.

“You’re so good at it,” I moan as Austin lips fall from my clit and go down the length of my pussy, his tongue running over the space between my wet folds. I run my fingers through his hair and, moaning once more, I pull him against me harshly. My moans grow louder as, without hesitation, Austin presses his mouth violently against my pussy and starts to suck and lick in a frenzy, his tongue and lips working on my wetness with the fury of a man possessed. “So good…” I moan again, my voice growing heavy with pleasure.

Gently, I start swaying my hips from side to side, rubbing my pussy against his mouth as he eats me out. He doesn’t even come up for air; he just keeps ravishing me almost too violently, and it doesn’t take long for me to start feeling that old familiar pressure building inside me.

“D-don’t stop, Austin, don’t stop,” I somehow find the strength to say, every single muscle in my body tensing up like a coiled spring. Before I even know what happened, high voltage electricity runs up my spine and a fireball of ecstasy explodes inside my skull. My eyes roll in their orbits as a moan turns into a scream, my muscles twitching fast and out of control as the first orgasm of the day takes over me.

“Oh God,” I breath out, yanking on Austin’s hair and expecting him to take his mouth off of my pussy. Instead, he just redoubles his efforts and, in a smooth motion, he places two fingers against my pussy and slides them deep inside, his fingertips going straight for my G-spot. Jabbing at my clit with his tongue, he starts to finger me at a frantic pace, and the orgasm raging through me seems to grow in intensity, pleasure making every single cell in my body burn up.

Taking my hands out from his hair, I grab at the edge of the tub as that pressure inside of me grows into something so vicious I’m afraid I might pass out. The orgasm that spreads its wings inside of me has already died down, but I feel another one coming to replace it, its heavy footsteps already echoing in the empty chamber of my mind.

“FUCK!” I scream as ecstasy simply bursts inside me without even a warning shot. It just erupts his way into existence, scorching my nerve endings in the process and crushing whatever rationality still existed inside my head. I grab at the tub so hard that I feel all blood draining from my hands, an all-consuming fire making me feel weak and spent. Ah, the wonders of multiple orgasms! It sure feels good to be a woman.

Finally taking his fingers out of my pussy, Austin stands up in front of me. Offering me a gentle smile, he takes the two fingers he had inside of me to my mouth, and I react on pure instinct; opening my mouth, I allow him to slide his fingers in, the sweet musky taste of my own pussy inundating me at once. Sucking on his fingers as he slides them back out of my mouth, I smile back at him and go up to my feet.

“Fuck me,” I whisper as I press my naked breasts against his chest, my own words making my skin prickle. I can’t believe this is happening ... I just can’t believe I’ve finally found a man to whom I can surrender.

“Are you sure?” he whispers back at me, tucking a stray lock of hair over my head. I reply in silence, softly nodding; his question made me sure of what I’m doing. To know that he cares about what I want, about what I need … that’s enough for me.

That’s all I need.

Without saying anything, Austin just smiles at me and grabs me by the hand. Walking past me, he pulls me after him as he steps inside the tub; he turns the water on and, checking it with the back of his hand, he then takes us both under the stream of warm water, his hands running up the side of my body.

“I never thought I’d be this happy with a woman,” he says, his eyes never leaving mine. Then, when his hands fall on my hips, he forces me to turn around and pushes me forward. Reacting by instinct, I place the palm of my hands against the tiles on the wall and, feeling the warm water cascade down my body, I jut my ass back at Austin.

I close my eyes as I feel his thickness pressed between my ass cheeks, his cock pulsing wildly with desire. Swaying my hips from side to side, I rock my body against his and stroke his cock with my ass, the flowing motion of my body dragging my mind into the depths of unconsciousness. Right now I’m not thinking rationally, nor do I want to. I just want to surrender to this moment, to exist without thinking of it.

Slightly rocking back, Austin grabs his cock with one hand and angles it down, its tip brushing along the length of my ass crack. Then, placing his shaft between my thighs, he rests the head of his cock against my drenched folds. I go on tiptoes, looking for the perfect angle, and Austin allows one inch of his cock inside of me.

The moment I feel that piece of him inside of me, it’s as if my mind goes blank. Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I just lower myself over his cock and allow all of his inches to slide deep inside my pussy. His thickness strains against my inner walls on the way in, stretching me in such a way that I can’t even think straight. In fact, I can’t even think at all; my brain is too busy trying to process the onslaught of sensations flooding through me, ecstasy taking over my body and shutting down everything else.

“Are you okay, Ash?” Austin asks me, brushing my wet hair over one shoulder and sliding his cock out slowly.

“I’m… much… I’m much more than just okay,” I breath out and, the moment the words leave my mouth, I start slamming my body against his, making his cock slide in and out of my pussy.

“That’s my girl,” he says and, with that, his fingers dig deep into the flesh of my waist. Forcing me to stand still, Austin then takes charge and starts pounding me fiercely, his cock ravaging me in a way that I didn’t think to be possible. My God, I never knew that sex could be this good. Had I known that, I sure as hell wouldn’t be a virgin. On the other hand, though, maybe sex is this good because of the man with whom I’m sharing this moment … I doubt it’d be this good with anyone else.

No, I made the right choice when I decided to wait for the right man to claim my virginity.

“It’s … so good,” I moan, my eyes rolling in their orbits each time Austin thrusts, every single muscle in my body as taut as a nocked arrow.

“It’s fucking perfect,” he groans, his thighs slapping my ass cheeks over and over again. “You’re so fucking tight, Ashley… you’re so fucking perfect,” he continues, his words finding their way into my mind like some enchantment. Allowing one hand to wander around my waist, he then allows two of his fingers to fall down and he presses them against my clit; without a moment’s hesitation, he starts rubbing my clit while he fucks me, the rhythm of his fingers and cock in perfect harmony.

Right now, I feel like the luckiest woman on Earth. Most women just give up their virginity to some half-drunk guy on the backseat of a car, and I had the opportunity to wait and do it the right way. I don’t know what I did on some past life, but it sure as hell must’ve been something important—at least important enough for karma to repay me with a man as handsome as Austin.

“You’re so good, Austin,” I moan, throwing my head and allowing the warm water to cascade down my body. “You’re so … so fucking good,” I continue, the words caressing my throat on the way up like honeyed wine.

“No, you’re good,” he says, grabbing my hair and forcing me to keep my head thrown back as he slams his cock into me, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again. My inner walls are being pushed back by his thickness with each thrust of his, and I seriously doubt that my pussy will ever be the same after this … and I don’t care, I really don’t. As long as I can have his cock, I don’t care about anything.

The only problem with all this? I think I’ve just became a sex addict. Except, of course, I’ve only became addicted to Austin’s glorious 12 inches. It’s not that surprising, anyway; I think that every woman that ever experienced Austin’s cock has become addicted to it.

“Oh, God, I think that I’m close,” I whisper, my voice so low that I can barely hear my own words. Groaning, Austin doesn’t even offer me a reply; he just lets go of my hair and grabs me by the hips, keeping me in place he slams his cock into me with all of his might.

I have to take a deep breath and still myself, trying to stop myself from falling forward and crashing against the wall.

“Come, Ashley, come for me,” Austin says into my ear, his words causing a chain reaction inside my body. First my skin prickles, then my nipples seem to become harder than they’ve ever been. My breathing becomes ragged and, at the same time, a ball of fire seems to have taken over my belly. A kind of exhilarating pressure starts building up and, in a fraction of a second, that chain reaction collapses.

My eyes roll in their orbits and, at the same time, an avalanche of pleasure crashes against me. I open my mouth to scream, but no sound leaves my lips. I just gasp for air, my brain trying to process what the hell is happening inside of me. How is such pleasure possible? My God, I never even knew that to feel this much ecstasy was even possible. But it is, oh God, it is.

My pussy has tightened up around Austin’s cock, choking it like a vice, and every single muscle in my body is acting as if I’m being zapped by a Taser. Twitching and spasming, my muscles grow tired from the effort and, when I realize it, I have my face pressed against the tiles in the wall.

“That was…” I trail off as Austin starts thrusting again, fanning the flames of ecstasy that are dancing inside my mind. He pistons into me with all of his strength and, if he doesn’t break this maddening rhythm, I know it won’t take that long for me to cum again. And, by all means, let it happen fast; I can hardly wait to feel that kind of pleasure again.

“That was perfect,” Austin whispers against my ear, bucking his hips against me with wild intensity. “And so is this,” he groans, burying his cock so deep inside of me that I don’t feel the orgasm sneaking up on me. It just happens in a heartbeat; one moment I’m feeling his inches slide deep inside my pussy and, the next, fireworks are going off inside my skull and behind my closed eyes.

Amplifying all that, his cock starts pulsing at the same time, hammering against my inner walls. Realizing that he’s about to cum, I thrust back against him, somehow having enough clarity to do it. That does it for him.

The moment my ass cheeks slap his thighs I feel his warm seed spilling inside my pussy. His cock throbs violently, an endless stream of semen filling my pussy fast. I can feel thick ropes of cum already dripping down my thighs, the warm water washing all that way.

Moving slowly, Austin slides his cock out of my pussy, each inch that goes out making me shudder. The emptiness his cock leaves behind feels almost heartbreaking, and I can’t wait to have him inside of me again.

“I … don’t even know what to say,” I whisper, finding enough strength to turn and my heels. Our eyes meet and, suddenly, I’m hit by the realization that the pleasure I’ve felt was more than just physical. Whether I like it or not, I’m falling for Austin.

And I’m falling hard.

“You don’t need to say a thing,” he whispers, running one hand through my hair and offering me a gentle smile. “You were perfect,” he continues, softly brushing his lips against mine and kissing me in a way that makes my heart flutter inside my chest. “But I have one thing to ask you.”

“What?”

“Are your cameras recording? I hope so,” he tells me with a smirk, raising one finger and pointing up at the ceiling. I follow his finger with my gaze, and my eyes land on the mini-camera I have set up there. When I started my company, investing in a high-tech security system for my apartment was one of the first things I did. “Yeah, I know all about your security system,” Austin chuckles, reading my thoughts.

“Yes, everything’s recorded,” I grin at him, throwing my head and closing my eyes, a genuine laugh bubbling up to my lips.