Chapter 8
8
Ashley
Holy fuck. Ashley was no virgin, but she’d never done anything like this in her life. She’d never let a man throat fuck her. Or manhandle her. But when Mr. Black did it, her body fucking loved it. She would have kept choking on his cock and swallowed all of his cum if he’d let her.
It wasn’t until he’d pulled her up, she remembered she’d been hoping someone would walk in on them.
Now, she was really hoping no one did.
She didn’t want this to end… didn’t want him to stop.
She wanted more of him and his cock. The rest didn’t feel like it mattered so much anymore.
The breast he’d been fondling was aching, her nipple throbbing from his pinch. She felt oddly unbalanced, her other breast needy for the same kind of attention. There was a chaise right behind her, so she put her hands out to keep from falling over onto it completely.
“Kneel on it.” Mr. Black’s order made her whole body quiver.
She found herself kneeling on the cushions, hands on the back of the chaise before she even had time to think about it.
“Oh, fuck…” He had come up behind her, pressing his cock against her back, both of his hands cupping her breasts while his mouth came down on her neck. She whimpered as he bit the tender flesh, his fingers roughly yanking down the front of her dress to reveal her breasts, the straps falling to pin her upper arms to her sides.
Letting go of the chaise back, she leaned against him, letting the straps hold her in place while he kneaded her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples to the point of pain. Her pussy throbbed and one of her hands moved to her front pressing against it.
Immediately, his hand dropped down to her wrist, pulling her hand away from her pussy.
“Naughty girl,” he murmured. “You’re not going to come until I say you can.”
Holy fuck. Bossy much?
“Okay, Daddy,” she said, half-serious and half-snidely.
He growled, pulling away, and suddenly, her upper body was being pushed forward again. Ashley squealed as his hand came down hard on her ass.
“Hush!” He covered her mouth with his other hand before spanking her again. It stung like a mother fucker, but her cry was muffled. “ Don’t call me Daddy.”
Oops, seemed like she’d struck a nerve, but she wasn’t complaining.
No one had ever spanked her before, and maybe it was just because she was drunk, but she was fucking loving it. It hurt and stung and burned, yet her hips moved back to meet his hand. Like she wanted it to hurt. Like she needed the pain because it was the only thing that cut through the numbness she’d been living with.
“You like this, don’t you?” He sounded a little surprised. Ashley nodded, and his hand fell away from her mouth, so she could moan aloud again.
“Yes, Mr. Black.” That sounded filthy, too. She wasn’t sure if it was better or worse than Daddy, but both did something for her.
“Call me Lincoln.”
Part of her wanted to push him, to keep calling him Daddy or Mr. Black, but at the same time, ‘Lincoln’ sounded better. It removed them from the situation rather than pointing out exactly how fucked up what they were doing was. He wasn’t Rebecca’s dad or a married man. His age didn’t matter.
He was just Lincoln, with his huge cock and rough hands, and he was going to give her the escape she needed.
Her skirt lifted, and as he caressed her ass, Ashley bent over more, giving him better access, and moaned when he felt the wet gusset of her underwear. Fingers slipped beneath the fabric to stroke her lips, pushing it out of the way, so he could thrust two fingers into her eager channel, and she clenched around him. Fuck, that felt so good.
“Are you on birth control, Ashley?”
“Yes. Fuck me. Please, Lincoln.” She thrust her ass back at him, pushing his fingers deeper inside her. He twisted them back and forth, his other hand coming up to play with her breasts again, then suddenly, he pulled out. She would have protested, except he yanked her panties down and replaced his fingers with his cock almost immediately, the thick, blunt head pushing into her.
She cried out, and he shoved something in her mouth—the taste gave it away. The musky, salt-sweet of her own arousal coated his fingers as he pushed them over her tongue, filling her mouth as he shoved into her pussy from behind. Ashley closed her lips around the digits, automatically sucking as he pulled out and thrust in again, going deeper this time, filling her pussy with his thick cock.
His hand squeezed her breast hard as he bottomed out, his groin up against her ass, balls slapping gently against her swollen clit. Ashley whimpered around his fingers, her tongue laving them, tasting herself. Something she would have never thought she’d liked, but Lincoln was addictive. It didn’t matter what part of him was inside her—she wanted more.
“Fuck, you feel so good… I’m going to fuck this pretty little pussy and fill it up with my cum. And you’re going to love it, aren’t you, my little slut?”
Ashley almost came right there. He didn’t say ‘slut’ like it was an insult. No, he said it as though it was better than being empress of the world. Especially because she wasn’t just any slut. She was his slut.
Then he started fucking her, his thrusts slow but hard, pounding into her with a steady rhythm that left her gasping for breath around his fingers. She clung to the back of the chaise, her fingers making the wood creak as she held herself in place for his thrusts, shuddering as the slow coil of passion wound tighter and tighter inside her.
The hand on her breast dropped to cup her mound, his fingers seeking out her clit. She cried out again, the sound louder than she’d meant it to be.
“You need to shut up.”
Before she could respond, he’d moved his hand, so it was covering her mouth completely. Ashley sucked in air through her nose, but somehow it didn’t feel like enough, making her lightheaded as he kept fucking her, riding her, his fingers making small circles around her clit and driving her wild.
Air? Who needed air? She didn’t need air.
She needed to come.
She was going to come all over Rebecca’s daddy’s cock.
Fuck.
Whereas she’d momentarily wanted to forget who he was, now it made things even hotter. The sudden image of Rebecca in her mind, knowing her ex-friend would have a complete fit, was enough to send Ashley’s pleasure surging higher. She pushed her hips back against him, meeting his thrusts, moaning as her ecstasy mounted.
As if sensing her oncoming climax, he began fucking her harder, faster, pounding into her while his fingers stimulated her swollen clit, playing her like an instrument he’d mastered. Ashley screamed against his hand as her orgasm exploded inside her, hot flashes of bliss spraying outward from her core, her body trembling as she spasmed and clenched around him. He kept rubbing her clit, riding her through the waves and sending her soaring higher and higher until she thought she might actually pass out from the lack of air and overwhelming pleasure.
Just when she felt her arms going limp, he thrust in deep and held himself there, groaning. The circles he was making on her clit slowed, and she could feel him throbbing inside her, pulse after pulse of hot cum filling her up.
His hand dropped from her mouth, moving to slide underneath her and hold her hips up, keeping her in place while he finished coming inside her.
“Fuck…” The word hung in the air between them, a benediction and a lament for what they had just done.
She’d fucked Rebecca’s dad on Rebecca’s wedding day to her own dad.
And it had been fucking amazing.
“That was… fuck.”
Mr. Black stepped back, pulling away and leaving her with a pussy full of cum, her breasts still hanging out of her dress, skirt hiked up around her hips. Ashley turned to face him. Somehow, even with his pants around his ankles and his shirt and tux jacket hanging open, he looked sexy. The expression on his face was less so.
“We shouldn’t have done that.”
Hurt lanced through her, along with anger that he was going to say that now, less than five seconds after he’d finished coming in her. That, along with the fact she was still pretty drunk, was the only explanation she had for what she did next.
“What’s done is done. No use saying what we shouldn’t have done.” She shrugged, dropping to her knees in front of him for the second time. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
The combined flavor of his cum and hers was saltier than hers alone had been, but that didn’t stop Ashley from sucking his half-hard cock into her mouth. His regret didn’t make him pull away. He groaned, his hand coming to rest on top of her head rather than grabbing her hair, but he didn’t push her away as she moved her mouth over him, licking up every last bit of their juices, all while feeling his cum starting to slide down her inner thigh.
It was filthy, hot, and exactly what she needed right now.
When she finally lifted her head, he was half-hard again and watching her with glittering eyes.
“Get on your feet,” he said, holding out his hand to help her.
Her underwear still around her knees, she didn’t stop him as he lifted her skirt. Cum coated the inside of her thighs, and she felt him move his fingers along her leg, scooping it up, then he straightened, bringing his fingers to her mouth.
Their gazes locked as she licked the cum from his fingers, licking them clean. Whatever regrets he had, they’d been pushed away again as he watched her. Once his fingers were clean, he pulled her underwear back up, and they stood there for a moment, staring at each other in the silence.
Ashley almost jumped away when he suddenly reached for her. She was startled by the movement, but he was just pulling her in for a deep kiss. If he was bothered by the flavors lingering in her mouth, she couldn’t tell. He kissed her as if she was the air he needed to breathe, soothing the hurt she’d felt minutes before.
This time, when he pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers for a long moment, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
“You are perfect, Ashley. Don’t ever let anyone make you feel otherwise. Nothing that happened today is your fault.”
She didn’t know what to say to that.
“I was going to call a car to take me home,” she admitted. For some reason, she suddenly cared that he knew she wasn’t going to drive home drunk.
“I’ll come wait with you.”
They didn’t talk as they helped each other straighten their clothes in silence. She used the app to summon a car, then he stood outside with her until it came.
When she looked out the car window, he was still standing there in the darkness, backlit by the reception hall behind him. The reception hall where his cheating wife was waiting for him. Ashley couldn’t regret not getting any evidence that he was a cheater, too.
Even though he might deserve it since he had cheated on Mrs. Black, regardless of the fact that she’d cheated first, Ashley didn’t want to be a part of bringing him down. She was already going to have enough guilt about being the other woman and fucking Rebecca’s dad, even if Rebecca had done it first.
Even if it had been the hottest sex of her life.
Especially because she didn’t regret it.