Chapter 9

Andrew

It was a blur—a dirty, sexy blur filled with wonderful scents and glorious juices.

In the back of my head, I could hear a song, originally sung by a travelling band in the castle, about the necessity of being a ‘back door man’—the men don’t know, but the little girls understand.

But even though the men may not know—and the little girls may claim to understand—this man knows. This man understands.

A man of my position has too much to consider, too much to lose, too many people counting on him for a variety of reasons, and not all of them positive nor for their own purposes.

There’s a peace treaty I must consider—whether I like it or not.

And all of this is on my mind as I feel Ash twisting and turning on my cock with her glorious heart-shaped ass, moaning and screaming in pleasure as we go on for round two.

She was none the wiser, of course, that I was thinking of all my responsibilities while plowing her in the bum.

But I had them anyway. So to keep my mind on better things, I focus on her body. From her head to her toes, she’s gorgeous, of course, but there’s nothing more glorious than the sight of her ass.

And, oh, what a glorious sight it is to behold.

“Drew,” she says, almost wheezing and out of breath, “harder! Harder!”

I smirk. “I’m more than happy to oblige,” I say, pumping and grinding deeper between the fleshy mounds of her cheeks as she howls in pleasure and pain.

I kiss and suck on her neck and try to focus on what is happening—why I’m feeling what I feel when I’m inside her, what this all means in the grand scheme of things, and how I should be more than happy with what I’m getting here compared to if I wasn’t getting anything at all.

It’s tighter. It’s wetter—although that’s helped by the juice from her pussy and my own spit, but whatever—and it’s certainly slippery enough.

I feel like I’m swimming in the ocean—the deep, beautiful, salty ocean of Ash’s pussy, even though I’m deep inside something else.

“Drew,” she says, moaning again. “Don’t make me go another minute without coming. Please.”

She’s begging now, and her tone is importunate, almost whiny. But it’s also adorable, and I can’t imagine anything naughtier, or nicer, than this interchange of having power and relinquishing power—all part and parcel of the dance of seduction, all that begins and ends in the horizontal position—or standing up, if you’re creative. And we certainly are.

There’s nothing more desirable than a woman who doesn’t feel imprisoned or enslaved by your demands but rather wants you more and more, just you and not what you can give her, with each passing day.

I continue to suck on her neck, feeling slightly like a vampire as I do so.

“You like it when I’m in here?” I ask her, thrusting again and again as I, with one hand, twist her hair back and jerk her face toward me so she can face me as I slam into her, deeper this time.

“Uh-huh,” she says.

She’s drooling now, barely able to contain herself as she pushes back lightly on my cock so that the entirety is swallowed up by her cheeks bouncing against me.

Christ, this is sexy, I think to myself as I reach around the front to finger her clit, hoping that she can come again—the way she’d done just a few minutes ago.

“I love watching you come,” I whisper to her with my lips buried in her neck and my tongue tracing the line of her pulsing artery through her skin. “I love feeling the wetness of your pussy all over me. I love tasting you when you come on my face, and I love watching you smile as I fuck you in the ass and make you come over and over.”

Just the fact that I can get her to do it—that I can order her around and make her spread her cheeks, or her pussy, whenever I ask her to—feels like the key to the secrets of the universe.

I know we should be thinking of the peace treaty. I’m sure Ash hasn’t forgotten about it either. But when we’re together, everything seems irrelevant.

And how could someone expect me to think of anything but Ash when she’s right in front of me?

That’s certainly true now, with her naked and my cock up her ass.

And, ultimately, that’s the far more pressing matter at hand—namely, me unloading my cum inside her.

God, what did I do to deserve Ash? I think as I pick up the pace.

I grunt alongside Ash’s increased, urgent moans; part of me doesn’t quite know how much of that’s from pleasure or pain. I hope, at least, if there’s any of the latter, that it gives her enough to convert it to the former in her mind.

She’s ready to come, and almost on instinct, she spreads her legs against me and bends to the floor, whipping her hair around wildly as she moans and only just bites back a desperate scream, lest someone discover what we’re doing.

That does it for me: I grunt one last time and let go, unloading load after load of hot cum in her ass, marveling as Ash also reaches orgasm simultaneously.

As I pull away from her, I watch as her legs twitch and shake, her cheeks standing slightly agape. She’s still moaning, still coming, still closing her eyes and imagining the feel of my huge, hard cock in her ass—or, at least, I hope that’s what she’s thinking of.

I smirk, enjoying the view of her ass in my face as her orgasm finishes spreading through her, ebbing and flowing with the tides like the waves.

Glorious.