Chapter Nineteen
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Alex couldn’t have moved if the house was on fire. With Ashleigh on her knees in front of him, undressing him like she couldn’t wait another second, he couldn’t control the burning need that welled up inside of him.
Gripping her head with one hand, his cock with the other, he pulled her closer until the head of his cock brushed the soft, fullness of her lips. “Open.”
She’d tapped into the part of him that Alex fought to keep buried when she was around, although, in recent days, he’d been unable to hold himself back. Which was why he continued to worry that he’d push her too far, and he found himself hiding that part of him, reverting back to the first time he’d taken her and the realization that she had been a virgin.
She was right, he was a dominating man. One who sought his own pleasure and the pleasure of his lover. He’d been holding back with her, not wanting to scare her off. Apparently, he’d been mistaken about what it was she needed.
From the look in her amber, gold eyes, her hunger was stronger than he gave her credit for. Pushing his cock against her lips, he felt the tremble in his hands as he tried to tamp down some of what he’d continued to try and hold back.
“Don’t hold back with me, Alex.” She said before she sucked him entirely into the hot cavern of her mouth, the warmth of her tongue torturing him upon impact.
“Fuck.” He grit out between clenched teeth. It was too good.
The softness of her lips, the warmth of her mouth, the determination in the way she sucked him. She was overwhelming his senses, making him want to fuck her mouth hard and fast, push as far as he could to see how much of him she could take.
And he didn’t hold back. Guiding his cock into her mouth, he kept a firm grip on her hair, pulling her head back so he could control the movements. “Put your hands on my thighs.”
He didn’t want her using her hands. He needed this, there was no mistaking that. “Open wider.” He demanded. “Close your lips around me, baby.” God it was so damn good. “Suck me. That’s it, Ash. Damn, baby.”
Her fingernails dug into his thighs, but her mouth was firm and gentle, doing everything he told her to do. “Take more of me.” He said as he pushed in deeper. “Relax.”
Just like the first time he’d taken her, he wanted to go balls deep in her mouth, feel the head of his cock hit the back of her throat as she fought to take all of him. He began a rhythmic motion, pushing in, pulling out, her lips brushing down the length of him as her tongue slid over and around his spike hard shaft.
“That’s it, baby. Let me fuck your mouth. Hard and fast.” He growled as she tried to pull him closer, but he kept her head still, secured by the grip he had on her hair.
“You want me to come in your mouth?” He asked for the simple pleasure of saying the words. He knew what she wanted, and the vibrations that tingled straight up his spine from her moans confirmed it. “Harder, Ash. Suck my cock. That’s it, baby. Fuck, it’s so good.”
He couldn’t stop the words as they spewed from his mouth, his cock tunneling in and out of those sweet lips, the excitement in her eyes spurring him on and bringing his orgasm that much closer.
He was holding on for as long as he could because the sight of Ashleigh on her knees in front of him was something he’d only dreamed of for years. To have her there, it still didn’t seem real, even if it was becoming more familiar. Forcing her to take him as far as she could, the furnace of her mouth heated him, making his balls tighten until he knew he couldn’t hold on much longer.
Pulling her closer, he plunged into her mouth, holding her there and hoping he wouldn’t make her gag, but he couldn’t control himself. “Your mouth is so fucking hot.” With each word, he noticed her eyes darken, smoldering with passion. “That’s it. Suck harder.”
He thrust over and over, harder and faster until the electrical current of release ignited at the base of his spine, his orgasm rushing forth as he stilled, holding her head and burying his cock deeper into the unbelievable warmth.
His release erupted, and he growled, the rough sound barreling through the empty house as he fought to hold on, fought not to fall to his knees from the sheer pleasure of having her mouth on him.
Ashleigh pulled every last drop from his spent cock, bathing him in sweet warmth until he had no choice, but to pull her to her feet. “Now it’s my turn to play.” He told her, part warning, part promise. Her eyes widened and a smile tilted the edges of her lips.
He turned her until she was once again backing up to the counter and he quickly removed every last stitch of her clothing, his eyes raking over every inch of exposed flesh. She was beautiful. All gentle curves and soft, pale skin.
Because he was unable to help it, he laved her nipples, cupping her full breasts in his hands and lifting her to his lips. When he nipped the puckered tips with his teeth, she moaned, throwing her head back and he took note of what she liked. How had he ever thought she’d only want sweet and gentle? Ashleigh Thomas was fueled by the same driving hunger he was, and she continued to prove it each time they came together.
Stepping back, he walked to the kitchen table and pulled a chair away before returning to where she stood, gripping the countertops, fully naked and trembling with desire.
Sexy as fucking hell.
“Put your foot on the chair.” He told her as he crouched between her legs, separating the soft, pink folds and opening her to his hungry gaze.
Perfectly pink, her pussy begged to be touched, and his tongue longed to taste her. Every inch until she couldn’t take any more.
For long minutes, he explored her with his tongue, spreading her swollen lips with the fingers of one hand while teasing her with one finger of his other. He raked over her clit, spurred on by her erratic breathing and desperate moans, and plunged one finger deep inside of her.
He continued to play, devouring her, lapping up her sweet juices as she tried to grind against his mouth, holding his head in her hands and pulling him closer. He gave into what she wanted, spearing her with two fingers, driving deep, retreating, then going back for more.
When he latched onto her clit with his lips, flicking his tongue over the sensitive nerves, she jolted, gripping his hair painfully hard and thrusting against his mouth.
“You’re gonna make me come.” She screamed. “Alex!”
He didn’t relent, continuing to bury his fingers inside the hot depths of her pussy, using his tongue to torture her until he knew she couldn’t take anymore. He began fucking her with his fingers with blazing speed, pushing deep and sucking harder on her engorged clit until she filled the kitchen with her sensual moans.
“I’m coming!”
Ashleigh’s entire body tensed, her legs locked, her back straightened, and he felt her pussy spasm around his fingers, her clit throb against his tongue as her orgasm ripped through her. It was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen, ever tasted, and Alex vowed that from here on out, there was no holding back with her.
If he wanted her to give him everything, and he did, he was going to have to give her everything in return.
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Ashleigh had died and gone to heaven. That was the only explanation for what she was feeling. Her body was sated, a sense of euphoria washing over her even as she fought to remain upright. Thankfully she didn’t have to use her legs much longer because Alex lifted her in his arms and carried her to the couch.
“Don’t go to sleep, baby. I’m not done with you yet.” Alex kissed her neck, her chest, took one nipple into his mouth.
“I – Oh! Don’t stop.” From sated to wanting in one second flat.
His mouth was doing wondrous things to her body, causing her womb to spasm. She needed to feel him inside of her and at this point, she didn’t give a damn how he made that happen.
When he flipped them so that she was straddling his hips, she smiled down at him. Now this she could get used to. “I’m hoping you have a condom.” She said sweetly, her gaze wandering over his sinful body until she reached his eyes.
“My jeans.” He told her, apparently not planning to move from his position. Ashleigh made her way back to the kitchen, found the lone condom and returned seconds later.
“Put it on me.” He ordered.
Ashleigh stared down at the foil packet, then back at him. She hadn’t done this before. Apparently he picked up on her hesitation because he continued instructing.
“Open it.” He said, gripping his cock and stroking slow and easy. “Now put it over the head of my cock and roll it down.”
She could do this.
“Easy, baby. You could make me come just touching me.”
She seriously doubted that, but she did slow her pace, not wanting to hurt him. She slid the latex over the solid length of him, and his groans lit a lingering ember inside of her. She could feel her pussy growing wet, eager to feel him buried inside of her again. When she had the condom in place, she looked up at him once again.
“Now sit on my cock, baby.” Alex demanded, and Ashleigh shivered. “Ride my cock and show me what you like.”
Her nerves rioted, right along with her hormones. Easing over him, she aligned herself with his long, hard length as he gripped the base and angled the head toward her opening. Long moments passed as she worked to fit him inside of her. His words of encouragement did wonders in making her relax so her body would accommodate the intrusion, and then he was seated fully inside of her, and she was moving over him.
He laced his fingers with hers and allowed her to use his upturned arms for leverage as she pushed up and lowered, going slow at first but then faster. Her movements weren’t graceful by any means, and she feared she was doing it wrong.
“Come here.” He whispered, and she leaned forward until her breasts were crushed against his chest. “You’re pussy’s so tight, baby. So fucking tight.”
He sounded as though he were in pain, the words coming out gruff and choppy. Then he pulled her head down until their mouths touched, and his tongue thrust deep inside of her at the same time he tilted her hips and thrust up inside of her.
She moaned. It was exquisite.
He broke the kiss, but kept her face close to his. Controlling their movements, Alex gripped her hips with both hands, lifting her slightly as he began to pound inside of her.
“Alex!” It was so good. He filled her, grazing every exposed nerve ending, every inch of sensitive tissue, and her muscles clenched around him.
“Tell me.” He demanded. “Tell me how it feels.”
“So good.” She said, barely able to speak.
When he slowed his movements, she tried to pull back, but he kept her close. “Tell me, Ash. I want to hear you say it. How would you write about it in your books? What does it feel like to have my cock buried in your pussy?”
His words ignited a mini explosion, and she tightened around the sensual intrusion. She was quickly learning with Alex that writing the words on paper was the easy part – speaking them aloud was an entirely different story.
“Deeper.” She said, battling between nerves and need. Need won out. “Fuck me harder, Alex.”
“Like this?” He asked as he thrust into her.
“Yes. Harder.” She demanded. “I want you to fuck me, harder. Faster. I’m going to come, Alex.” Just from the erotic conversation alone.
“I love the feel of your pussy on my dick. So wet. So tight. The way you squeeze me. Heaven, baby.” Alex groaned. “Buried inside of you is the only place I ever want to be.”
Ashleigh couldn’t think when he began to move faster, holding her hips still as he pounded from beneath her. “Alex. It’s too good.”
“Never too good.” He groaned. “Come for me, Ash. Come around my cock.”
That was all she needed before her orgasm raced through her, exploding as she gripped his hair in her fingers, trying to keep herself grounded as she tumbled into oblivion yet again.