Ashley
I can’t believe he said those three special words to me, but what’s even more shocking is that I feel the same way for him. I guess I admitted it to myself on the way here, but now it’s real because I know he feels the same. This is more than a theory or idea now. I don’t have to guess how he feels, and that feels even better.
Oh my, Carter Blaine just told me he’s falling in love with me. How did this even happen? Thinking back to first seeing him in that strip club, I feel all of the emotions rush through me, and I’m overwhelmed with a sense of desire to please him.
Our eyes are locked in an intimate stare, and although I want to beg him to take me in that moment, I also don’t want to end this special moment. My heart is full as I look deeply into his blue eyes, a warmth growing deep in my belly, as my pussy clenches with a lustful hunger that seems endless.
We’ve just finished and I already want more of him. I’m growing addicted to him and I actually like the feeling. I enjoy the nonstop yearning, my incredible insatiability always wanting more of him. And it’s not a simple hunger, it’s a famine, deep down in my soul. I crave him.
Standing before him, I already miss him, desperately wanting him closer, deeper, stronger, and more intertwined with me. I’m so wrapped up in everything about him, it’s difficult to even breathe due to the sensations running throughout my body. My skin feels electric, and when Carter reaches over to touch my cheek with the backs of his fingers, I feel a surge rush through me.
He's so handsome, so sexy it’s almost too much to bear. His structured jaw and beautifully blue eyes are the most intoxicating I’ve ever seen. I can’t imagine how he feels about me, but I'm over the moon in love with him, and admitting it just makes me feel free, and strangely wanton.
Pressing my lips to his, I tell him how much I love him with my tongue, as it dances alongside his. We are exchanging our passion, expressing our love without saying a word. There’s so much emotion between us, it feels like we’re in our own world, and I just need to feel him release. I need to push him to his limit.
Pulling away, I trail kisses across his jaw before grazing him with my teeth. I can tell from the audible breath escaping him that he likes it. Moving my mouth down his neck, I kiss and tease him with my tongue, sprinkling juicy marks as I trail further.
Unbuttoning his shirt, I kiss his bare chest, leading to his small nipples, and down past his navel until I’m at his waistband.
“What are you doing?” he quizzes, although he surely knows the answer as I lower to my knees.
“You know what I’m doing, Carter,” I smirk at him.
“Well, take that off,” he says before biting his bottom lip in the way that drives me crazy.
“Why?” I shoot back, confused by his request.
“Because I love your body, and I want to see it while you’re sucking me off. Plus, I want to eat you the second you finish,” he answers looking directly into my eyes.
Without a word I comply, ripping my dress off over my head, and reaching behind me to unclasp my bra before flinging it across the room.
“Is that better?” I tease, now on the floor in front of him completely naked.
“Much better,” he assures me.
Unbuckling his pants, I struggle with his pants button before freeing his anaconda of a cock. As he falls free, I catch his heavy length in my hand and sigh in a mix of relief and satisfaction. I’m so happy to have him but also anxious to finally taste him.
Licking the shaft of his member with the flat of my tongue, I watch as he shifts his weight from one foot to the next, preparing himself for me. Taking the tip of my tongue, I lick the base of his cock before leaning between his legs to take both of his balls into my mouth. Carter spreads his legs further, making room for me as I massage him with my tongue.
“Suck them,” he groans, and I balance myself on my knees to gently suck his balls, careful not to touch his sensitive area with my teeth.
“Oh, yeah, baby. Now put my cock in your mouth,” he growls and I move around so that I’m directly in front of him again. He’s taller than me, so on my knees I'm the perfect height for blowing him. His cock falls right at my eye level as I lean forward to take him in my mouth before quickly dropping him. Again, I take his dangerously erect member into my mouth, and again I stop almost immediately.
“Suck me, Ashley,” he pleads, and I must admit I like the sound of the begging in his voice. He’s usually so dominating and commanding, any change in that is always a shock and welcomed change for me.
Instead of doing what he asks, I decide to torture him a bit more. By now he can tell what I’m doing and he seems to be both amused and annoyed by my constant need to build him up, but delayed gratification can be fun, and it makes him cum like a geyser. So, I take him deep into my throat this time, letting him hit the back of my throat. He groans loudly when I hum with his cock in my throat, the sensation causing his cock to vibrate a little.
And then I slide him out of my mouth again. His eyes drop down to me and I glare back up at him, challenging him with every ounce of willpower I have as he looks on with a vicious lust. The truth is, I’m dying to suck him off as much as he wants to feel my warm, wet tongue sliding up and down the length of his steel rod. I have to slow myself for both of us, because I want to savor the moment, and although he doesn’t know it yet, he’ll thank me for it later.
“Ashley,” he groans and I look up with innocent eyes as if I’m completely unaware of why he would growl my name.
“What baby?” I ask, taking his cock in my hand before landing a wet and loud kiss on the tip.
“Suck it, baby,” he pleads, and the tone of his voice, the need, makes me wet. My thighs squeeze together to add a little pressure to my throbbing clit.
“I am, Carter. This is the warm-up,” I reason, but he doesn’t seem impressed.
“I’m warmed up, baby. Let me feel your throat,” he says, rocking his hips forward, begging me to suck him off.
“I will, baby. You’re going to feel every inch of me,” I promise him, looking deeply into his eyes.
Opening my mouth as wide as possible, I sheath my teeth and slide his hard cock down my throat. He hardens against my tongue as a loud gasp escapes him.
I’m sure he didn’t expect me to be able to deep throat all twelve inches of his manhood, but I have no problem taking all of him. He tastes amazing, the perfect blend of sweet and salty. I have to remind myself to go slow, not wanting him to cum too quickly. No, I want to drag this out so I can always remember this. More importantly, I want the first time I sucked him dry to be ingrained in his brain.
As a man that’s got his cock sucked every week for the past five years, he’s no stranger to a good blowjob, so I have to be purposeful in my technique, making sure to make no mistakes.
“Ah, fuck! Yeah, baby. Just like that,” he groans as I slowly pull him up from my throat.
My glands tickle and the back of my mouth water as my tongue begins to swim in a pool of saliva. My gag reflex kicked in. Cocking my head back, I launch a huge glob of spit on his cock, and his eyes look ready to bust out of his head.
“Good girl,” he beams, looking down at me.
Lowering his hand, he gently removes a few stray hairs from my face as I begin to bob and twist my head, his cock a slippery mess of pre-cum and saliva. There’s a loud sucking sound coming from my sloppy job, and the way he’s biting his lip while his hips surge forward tells me that he likes it.
“Fuck yeah, Ashley. Suck it good, baby,” he coaches me, his hand now resting on the back of my head as I find my rhythm, rocking my head forward and backward while twisting from side to side, working my hands on the base of his length to jack him while I suck the tip.
“Touch yourself,” he says weakly, and I drop one of my hands from his cock, moving to my breast to twist my nipple between two fingers. He’s watching me intently, his hips continually rocking forward, as his hand guides my mouth to his member.
“Mmm … touch lower, baby,” he groans, and I run my hand down my flat stomach until landing between my legs, gliding over my engorged clitoris to trace my slimy pussy lips. I'm soaking wet for him, and my finger slips inside of me with no effort at all.
“That’s it, baby. Work us both over,” he instructs and I do as he asks, sucking him with everything I’ve got while sliding the finger in and out of me.
My God, this feels amazing. Honestly, I could've cum just from sucking him off. Giving him pleasure turns me on so much, I could climax from it alone, but now that he has me pleasuring myself, it’s the best of both worlds. The vibrations are building in my stomach and I’m ready for yet another orgasm as I struggle to focus on his throbbing cock in my mouth.
“Oh, fuck! Take it all,” he orders, his hips lunging forward, and I bring my other hand back to his raging cock, gripping him with both hands as I shove him down my throat, twisting my head to run my tongue around his base. I can tell his own waves are building and his release is just around the corner, despite the fact that I haven’t even increased my pace yet.
“God, your mouth feels amazing. Keep going, baby. I’m gonna cum for you,” he groans, and I increase my pace just slightly, taking him deep into my mouth, until he hits the back of my throat, and then humming gently. He growls and I know this must be one of his favorite things, so I do it over and over again. Each time, I push him a little further, until he’s halfway down my throat, my gag reflex again kicking in.
I gag on his cock and spit the influx of saliva onto his stiff erection, which defies gravity in the way it stands out on its own. His eyes hood over when I hulk on him, and I know he’s a freaky bastard with all the kinky shit he loves. That turns me on too.
I really cannot believe this man has never felt pussy. I don’t want to win the prize I’ve signed onto, but I know I’m going to be the first woman he fucks, I have to be. There’s no way he can ever give this good dick to anyone but me, I won’t have it. This is mine.
“Baby, fuck!” He grunts as I squeeze the base of his cock while sucking the tip with hard suction. He’s turning to putty in my mouth, his legs shifting as he struggles to maintain his balance, his knees must be going weak.
There’s something about bringing a man like him to his knees that just makes me want to explode. And knowing that he loves me only makes this all the more enticing and exhilarating. His hand drops from the back of my head and falls down to my cheek, prompting me to look up at him. With his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, he’s glaring down at me with a mix of admiration and appreciation. I may be blowing him, but I’m sure his eyes are telling me he loves me.
He is in utter bliss as he watches his cock disappear inside my mouth, my eyes watering as he hits the back of my throat and my gag reflex threatens to rear its ugly head again. I don’t care how many times he’s had a blow job, nothing has compared to this, I’m sure of it.
“Please, baby. Make me cum,” he begs, his hips surging. He thinks I’m going to do the torturing bit again, delaying his orgasm.
There’s a bit of guilt and pleasure that rushes through me. Guilt because he feels like he’s about to be punished, since I have delayed his orgasm before, but also pleasure because he’s given me ownership of his release and he’s begging me for it. The biggest shock I could give him is not making him wait, so I do just that.
With both of my hands wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, I squeeze tightly, rotating in opposite directions like I’m grinding pepper, while bobbing my head forward as I suck his head aggressively. My mouth and hands are working overtime and his hips are quickly surging, he can’t get enough!
“Ashley! Don’t you fucking stop! Oh baby,” he groans as I continue to rock his world.
“Oh fuck! You feel too good! I don’t want to cum yet,” he growls but I don’t stop.
He’s mine and I control when and where he comes. He’s going to cum down my throat and I can’t wait to taste him. Knowing that I’ll get his pleasure only drives me forward, as I grow hungry for his release. I want to drive him to climax more than I want to climax myself.
“Ashley,” he groans my name so sexily. His voice is hoarse and throaty, his tone is full of begging and pleading, his body teetering on losing control.
My hands are twisting so tightly, sliding on all of the saliva. I can taste the pre-cum from the tip of his cock and I know he’s going to be salty and creamy from the sample. He’s losing all control and I know it’s only a matter of minutes before he explodes in my mouth. I am so eager to feel him, to drive him to the point of no return.
“Right there, baby. Fuck! I fucking love you, girl. Suck me good, Ashley,” he growls and I find myself heating up all over again. Just hearing him tell me he loves me before he loses it is so erotic. It’s like my head is reminding him of how much I love him, or even making him love me more.
“Ahh! Baby! Don’t stop!” He whines, and his weak tone makes me drop my hands to my side. Sucking him with no hands, I reach for my nipples, and tease myself while bobbing my head forward and backward, taking his length all the way down my throat and spitting it up before repeating the pattern again and again.
“Holy fuck! Ashley, you’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard!” He growls loudly and it's exactly what I want to hear, exactly what I want to accomplish.
“Touch your pussy,” he growls, his hand now gripping a handful of my hair, his body taking over as he surges forward eager for release.
Dropping my hand to my pussy, I circle my clit before sliding two fingers inside of my slippery snatch. God, it feels good. I curve around my finger, relishing in the pressure as I continue to bob on and off of his cock, my jaws sore from the maximum stretching. There’s a splashing sound as my finger slides in and out, in and out, as I moan my pleasure on his cock.
“That sounds so fucking hot! Bang yourself harder,” he instructs and I do as he orders. The sound is exemplified, the splashing noise growing louder and louder each time I slam into me, my palm tapping my clit and I think I might explode.
“Don’t you fucking cum,” he grips my hair tightly and I look up at him in disappointment, my body racing toward my climax.
“You’re cumming on my tongue, nowhere else,” he clarifies and that doesn’t sound half bad, so I slow my fingers and focus instead on getting him off so he can do the same to me.
Returning my hands to his manhood, I jerk him roughly as my mouth takes in as much as I can handle. As a team, my hands and mouth push him on, urging him to explode, and he growls and groans his approval as my pace matches the rhythm of his desperate hips.
Just when he begins to lose control, those hips rocking fast and erratic, I see his balls draw up and know that he’s close. Readying myself, I balance my weight as his eyes hood over. Looking up, he’s unable to watch me, so I watch him now.
First his eyelids lower, and then they flash open, as his eyes roll into the back of his head. Next, his head falls back, as a loud and throaty groan escapes him. When his hips pause, just as his hands push my head onto his cock, I know he’s reached his limit. His cock twitches in my mouth and then I feel him spasm as he hollers his satisfaction.
The creamy, salty, thickness slides down my throat and I swallow a mix of his semen and saliva as I continue to suck him, squeezing his base as I suck him off. His hips are barely rocking, but he’s still twitching and oozing more cum into my mouth.
“Oh fuck! Milk me, baby… Take it all,” he growls and I suck him gently, taking all of his cock down my throat before sliding it out slowly and doing it again. He’s growing soft under my tongue as I drain him of every drop of his pleasure. Just as I’ve finished, he leans down and kisses my forehead.
“That was fucking amazing. Now lie down on this bed. I’m about to make you cum until you cry,” he warns me.
My heart is racing as the adrenaline supersedes. I was so worked up for his build up I kind of forgot about mine. Now, he’s determined to drive me even more crazy than I drove him, I can see it from the look in his eyes. As I lie on the bed he stands above me, looking down with a conspiratorial glare as he takes in my naked body. I squirm from his gaze alone, feeling effortlessly sexy beneath him.
Leaning down, he kisses me deeply and I silently wonder if he can taste his own arousal. I’m shocked by the intimate share after I just swallowed what felt like a quart of his spunk, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all, his tongue dances in my mouth, and I moan my appreciation before he pulls away abruptly, leaving me panting and anxious for more.
With his mouth trailing down my body he kisses every inch of me, worshiping my curves with his tongue. I’ve had men enjoy and lust over my body before, but nothing like Carter. He dotes over me in a way I’ve never experienced it. I guess you can describe it as love, but it just seems like so much more. He's obsessed with me, curious about everything that makes me tick, and more importantly everything that makes me cum.
He wants to own my pleasure just as I own his, and I’m more than willing to submit to him. There’s not another man in this world that can make me feel the way Carter does and I’m sure there isn’t anything comparable for me to experience. My curiosity about men is now limited to one, just as my love and pleasure is reserved for him.
Arching to his mouth, I contort my body to lean into any attention he gives me as his hands roam my body, that glorious mouth teasing me with his kisses and tongue. Something about his teeth grazing my sensitive skin sends shocks through my body, no matter where he does it, I shriek with delight. Carter notices and I notice him smirk whenever he’s able to drive me to that point of satisfaction.
With his lips kissing my ankles, I’m shocked at how every part of me is entranced by him. Why on earth are my abdomen muscles clenching so deliciously from a man kissing my ankles? It’s like he wants to taste every part of me, more than any other man ever has. He’s not just interested in getting me off, he wants to know me, really know me. It turns me on, but it’s also extremely intimate to me. The way we both want the other to experience such intense pleasure, it just overwhelms me with joy.
Moving his kisses up my leg, I squeal when he reaches my thighs and my legs fall apart to make room for him, my pussy begging for his attention. Just feeling his breath on my glistening pussy lips makes me want to cum all around him, but I hold on, hopeful for more.
With his head lowered between my legs, he traces the lips of my sex with his stiff tongue, opening my lips to expose my throbbing clitoris. I can feel my pulse increasing as my chest heaves with excitement. He’s moving so painfully slow as he inspects my greedy snatch, licking me slowly and softly. His hands move to my breasts and he twirls my nipples between his fingers.
Every part of me is so aroused, feeling as though my entire blow job was working myself up as much as it was him. My body is exhausted between my two hard orgasms in the limo and then my teetering on the edge during my pleasuring him. I don’t know if I can handle another orgasm, but Carter seems dead set on testing my limits.
Kissing my pussy as he did my mouth, he works me over, sliding his tongue inside of me while massaging my opening with his lips. It feels incredible and I moan my appreciation as I shamelessly push my pelvis forward, shoving my sex into his mouth for more.
“Mmm…” he hums on my lips and I cry in pleasure. It feels like a vibrator is inside of me and I know he’s proud because I am completely losing it and he hasn’t even moved to my clit.
“Carter, baby!” I moan, twisting and turning.
“Mm hmm,” he hums in response and I moan again and again. The sensation of his voice vibrating off of my sex is just overwhelmingly erotic.
“You taste even sweeter than I remember,” he says in that sexy low tone he speaks in when sex is on his mind.
“Don’t stop,” I plead as he kisses up my belly, pausing to pay extra attention to my navel before lacing me with kisses to my breasts.
“I just realized I forgot I about these. I don’t want them feeling neglected,” he winks, referencing my complaint our first time together.
Repeating his pattern, he takes my breast into his mouth, sucking roughly before tugging my erect nipple with his teeth. He's driving me up a wall with those damn teeth! How is that so sexy? It feels amazing, it’s so rough and aggressive.
“I love watching you squirm, baby,” he growls as I twist beneath him.
My body is electric and I feel my climax building as he insists on moving to my other breast despite my cries for him to lick me like a lollipop. I can’t deny that he feels absolutely amazing; he knows his way around a breast and I’m more than appreciative of his masterful mouth, but when he begins to kiss back down my belly the real excitement builds.
I swear, I could climax just from the anticipation as he inches down, sloppy kisses leading the way. This time he doesn’t ease into it. No, ‘slow’ definitely couldn’t be used to describe his strategy this time. Instead, he dives into my pussy, holding my thighs to stop me from running from the intense pleasure. He feels so good it hurts; my orgasm is building too fast.
“Mmm…” he moans on my clit as he sucks me gently.
“Carter! Shit! Baby! Yes!” I cry, my body edging, right on the brink of collapse and as if he can feel it, he slows every time I’m ripe for an explosion. He’s playing with me, teasing me, as he works me up and then slows it down.
I know I started this cruel game, but he's much better at it than me. I doubt I can get him as close as he gets me. I'm dying in anticipation, my body screaming for a big finale. When he wraps his lips around my clit, I yelp in shock, expecting him to continue his mean game of dragging out my build up.
I’m creaming for him before I even know what’s happened, but he doesn’t even pause. Instead, he shoves two fingers inside of me, sliding in and out as my pussy grips around him as my climax pours out of me.
“Oh God!” I cry as another set of waves begin to build in my belly, a second orgasm sure to follow. How many times can this man make me cum in one day? It’s incredible!
Sucking harder on my clit, he slides another finger into my sex and curls them forward to tap my frontal wall, just how I like it. He’s already got me so figured out, it’s unbelievable. My body curves to his touch. I want to feel him everywhere, taste him everywhere, fuck him everywhere!
“Yes! Yes! Carter!” I yell, my climax just seconds away.
His lips part just slightly, loosening his grip on my most sensitive spot, and then he slides his mouth down, grazing his teeth along the way, and I unravel in the best way, screaming his name as I cum just for him.
Sometimes you climax from the position, sometimes it’s the angle, or even the pace of the penetration. But when I cum with Carter, I cum for him and only because it's him. I explode every single time, like he has a detonator and can determine my pleasure when and where he wants. I feel so helpless to him, but I enjoy it, it doesn’t make sense.
I’m usually in control, dictating just how things get done, but with him I’m always left to his mercy, controlled by his action, and there’s nothing I would do about it, even if I could.
“Fuck this,” he grunts, his cock hard again and now in his hand.
“What are you doing?” I ask, tears stinging the back of my eyes from my mind-altering climax.
“Baby, I want you. I don’t care about any of this, I’ve got to feel you,” he climbs on top of me, spreading my legs as he positions himself above me.
“You can’t,” I remind him, but he doesn’t seem the least bit interested in hearing what I’ve got to say.
“Ashley, I have to feel you grip around my cock when you cum like that. It’s driving me crazy,” he adds, leaning down, but I won’t let him. I can’t, especially not under these pretenses.
“No, Carter, we can’t,” I push back, sliding from beneath him as he looks on with shock and hurt in his eyes. There’s nothing I can say or do to explain, but I know I can’t have him pass up all of that money for me. I’ll wait for him until the end of the world, so he can definitely hold out for a few more weeks.