Chapter 17
Frank
I watched the little minx walk around the couch and for a moment I thought she was going to sit down. In a bigger way, I just felt like she was teasing me, flaunting her body in front of me because she knew that I wanted it and she wasn't going to give it to me. It was all I could think about and before long I was moving towards her. She giggled and push me back.
“Okay, let me get into position first.”
I didn't know what that meant, until she turned towards the coffee table and put her hands out, stretching down until she was bracing against the coffee table and her ass was in my face. It was a prettiest, heart shaped ass I’d ever seen, but it wasn't what I wanted to see you right now. I wanted to look in her eyes as she came. I knew that was what I needed, but when I try to change the position, she waved me off and told me no.
“Come on boss, I'm not going to stand here like this for long.”
I don't know if it was a threat or not, but the fact that I wanted to slam into her anyways, didn't make it any harder to make that decision. I really wanted her so bad that I didn't want to wait anyways.
Moving in behind her, I grabbed her hips on each side and slid my thick head in between her cheeks. I could feel it rubbing against her lower lips and I could feel the wetness that covered me. She was just as ready as I was and the idea of it made it harder for me to stop what I was going to do next. There was no more thought of waiting or moving into another position. It was clear to me then, that this was where I was supposed to be, and when I slid inside of her, it just cemented the idea of it. I’d never felt pussy so tight, that wrapped around my dick so perfectly.
She just felt so damn good and then she made the sweetest sound as I slid inside of her. It really was more than I could handle. I had known that she was going to feel good, but I hadn't known that I was going to feel this good.
The same feeling came over me that I was going to end it too quickly. I didn't have the excuse that had been a long time this time, all I had was the fact that it was Ashley. It was rather clear to me then that she was made for me, there was no other explanation for it. There was no other explanation for the fact of how she felt when I pushed to the bottom. So many times, I had to be careful of what I did, so that it didn't hurt the girl that was with, but it was a good thing that I Ashley was different.
Every inch of my cock was lovingly smothered in her velvety folds. I know this might sound crazy, but to me it felt like home. It felt like it was where I was supposed to be, and I had to stop inside of her for a moment to get a grip on myself. She looked behind herself a little bit and asked me if I was okay. For some reason, that just made it worse. I didn't know if I was going to have another chance, I had promised certain things, but at the moment I don't know how I was going to deliver it. I didn't know if I wanted to.
“Damn you feel good Ashley. I mean, really fucking good.”
She giggled because she didn't understand what was going on. I was fighting the good fight, but I was going to lose it very quickly, I just knew it.
She didn't care what was going on with me, and she started to back up a little bit more, pushing me against her final barrier and I couldn't help it. I growled at her and smacked her ass a little bit, telling her not to move. Ashley didn’t listen and started to grind against me a little bit. She wasn't moving me in it or out of her, just pressing me around and around in the deepest parts of her. It was more than I could take, and I was the one that jerked out of her all of a sudden.
She made a whining sound and asked me what the matter was.
“You just feel too fucking good Ashley, I don't know what else to say.”
“I don't want you to say anything Frank, I want you to f*** me. It's not complicated.”
She emphasized her words by backing up on me quickly. I could feel her embrace all around me and I was doing my best to ignore it. I wanted so badly to just turn it off, but I knew it was going to be able to. I wasn’t going to have to think of anything else, to keep my mind off of it. I refuse to mess up the only chance I might get with her.
Determined to give her what she wanted, I pushed back into her womb quickly and started to move in and out faster and faster. It was what she wanted to come, what she asked for, and it didn't take long at all for her to start screaming my name.
She said she was loud, she wasn't joking. I was actually afraid that she was going to wake up the rest of the house, even though we were downstairs. I don't know if she was faking it or not, but it sure the hell helped my ego.
Ashley kept telling me harder, and harder. It was a side of her that I'd never seen before and it was like something took over her. She was matching every thrust of mine, with one of her own. She was pushing herself back on to me, making sure that it went deeper than before. When I felt wetness com eout of her and run down my balls and drip a little bit, it just made me want to fuck her harder. It also made it easier for me to continue without busting a nut. I could listen to her come on night, it was like music to my ears.
We went on like this for a while, far longer than I had done the blonde. I had to prop the pillow up in front of her and put her face down a little bit, as I had to do before. I don't know what it was about women nowadays, but with Ashley I just wanted to hear the muffled screams just a little bit longer. I liked to think that I could make her feel that good.
It was only when she begged me to stop, that I was able to. I don't think I've ever had somebody asked me to come before, not the way that Ashley did it and it just turned me on even more. There was nothing I could do about to stop it, and I waited for another wave of pleasure to go over her, and then I followed with my own. It hasn't taken me long at all, not really. It felt like it had been forever inside of her, but in the instance that I came, all I wanted to do was do it all over again. The last thing I wanted to do was pull out of her. But I had to.
When I did, I instantly regretted it. I didn't want it to end and I pushed in deep once to see how she'd react. She made a whining sound, and I figured that I wasn't going to be able to do anymore right now.
Ashley sat back on her knees and then sat down on the couch. She was breathing a little heavy and then she looked at me like I was some sort of magician.
“What the hell did you just do?”
“What you do you mean? Did it not feel good?
She grinned at me and told me that humble bragging wasn't sexy. After that, I probably agreed with her. I knew that it felt good. I knew that she had gotten exactly what she wanted, if not more. For all the reasons that we shouldn't be, or shouldn't work, it didn't matter. I knew in that instance that she was mine. The babysitter was mine for keeps.