Chapter 3 – Ashley #2
He sinks a second finger inside, the sudden fullness making my walls clamp down hard around him. He tries to push deeper, but I’m incredibly narrow, my muscles tight with an intense mix of anticipation and overstimulation.
Samuel lets out a low, gravelly chuckle against my skin, the vibration trembling straight through my chest. He pulls back just enough to look down at my flushed face, a wicked, dominant smirk playing on his lips.
“Fucking hell, you’re so tight for me,” he rumbles, his eyes gleaming with absolute possession. “If you can’t even take two or three of my fingers, krasavitsa, how the hell are you going to take my cock?”
Without warning, he pulls his fingers completely out of me, and a desperate, broken cry rips from my throat at the sudden, freezing loss.
“Samuel, please—no, don’t stop,” I beg, my hands sliding down his shoulders to grip his wrists, completely unconcerned with pride or control anymore. I’m entirely at his mercy, desperate for him to fill the agonizing ache he just created.
Instead of answering, he slowly raises his hand between our faces, his breathing heavy and ragged.
His eyes dilate, the blue of his irises nearly swallowed by black as he stares at his own glistening, wet fingers.
He doesn’t look away from me as he slowly slides those fingers into his own mouth, wrapping his lips around them and sucking them clean.
A low, dark groan rumbles from deep in his chest.
“Fuck,” he rasps, his voice thick and entirely undone. “I have to taste you. All of you.”
Before I can even process his words, his massive hands grip my thighs, spreading my legs wide and draping them over his broad shoulders. He slides down the bed with a predatory urgency, his heavy weight settling between my knees.
I barely have time to gasp before his mouth buries itself directly against my wet center.
The first stroke of his tongue is wide, hot, and incredibly firm, pinning me to the sheets. I scream his name, my hips instantly bucking off the mattress, but his hands clamp down like iron vices on my hips, locking me in place beneath him.
He shows absolutely no mercy. He uses his lips and tongue with a devastating, relentless precision, sucking at my clit while licking deep inside me, drinking me in as if he is starving.
The pleasure is too intense, too fast, a violent wave of white-hot electricity that snaps my remaining control into a million pieces. My head thrashes against the pillows, my fingers clawing at the bedsheets as the tension tightens to a breaking point.
Within seconds, the dam breaks. A loud, breathless cry tears from my lungs as my body fractures into a violent, shaking orgasm, my tight muscles clenching desperately against his mouth as he drinks in every single drop of my release.
He lets out a dark, animalistic groan against my slick skin, his chest heaving violently as he drags himself back up the length of my body. His face is completely flushed, his jaw tight, and his striking blue eyes are wild, entirely consumed by a raw, primal hunger.
“I have to fuck you now, Ashley,” he rasps, his deep voice cracking with the sheer force of his need. “Right fucking now.”
He immediately moves to slide his weight off the mattress. Realizing he’s heading for his wallet for a condom, I reach out, my hand gripping his corded forearm. My voice is breathless, trembling from the aftershocks of the orgasm. “Samuel…wait. I’m clean.”
He freezes, his gaze locking onto mine. He studies my face for a single, heavy heartbeat, his chest expanding with a ragged breath. “I’m clean too,” he says, his tone dead serious, stripped of all playfulness. “My health is solid. Safe.”
I give him a tight, desperate nod.
We don’t speak another word. The time for talking is completely over.
Samuel climbs back over me with a terrifying, heavy grace. He grabs my right leg, lifting it effortlessly and draping it over his broad, tattooed shoulder, opening me up completely to his gaze. He positions the thick, heavy crown of his cock directly against my dripping entrance.
Slowly, deliberately, he begins to sink inside.
A loud, sharp cry tears from my throat as he stretches me to my absolute limit, the sheer size of him filling every single millimeter of my tight heat. I arch my back, my fingers clawing into the mattress as my body fights to accommodate the overwhelming fullness.
He pauses for a split second, burying himself deep, his eyes locking onto mine with absolute, unyielding possession.
“This is the only mercy you’re getting tonight, krasavitsa,” he growls darkly.
Then, he pulls back and drives straight back into me, establishing a hard, relentless pace.
“Look at you,” he gasps, a low, dirty growl ripping from his chest with every heavy, rhythmic thrust that slams his hips against mine. “You’re so tight, Ashley. Fucking screaming for me. Tell me how good this dick feels inside your perfect little body.”
I can barely form a coherent thought, let alone words, as he hits my sweet spot with a devastating precision that has me crying out his name over and over again.
“Take it all,” he commands, his voice a rough, dominant whisper against my ear as his hands grip my waist to anchor his brutal, deep strokes. “Wrap those tight walls around me. You’re mine tonight. Every single drop of this is mine.”
He doesn’t slow down. If anything, the pace becomes more brutal, more consuming, his heavy thrusts driving me deeper and deeper into the mattress.
I’ve already come twice—once from his mouth and once since he plunged inside me—and my body is sensitized to the point of pure, beautiful agony.
But Samuel’s stamina is unreal. He is a machine of pure muscle and heat, showing absolutely no signs of stopping as he holds my leg high over his shoulder, his skin slick with sweat as he claims me over and over.
“Samuel, please,” I sob against his shoulder, my fingers clawing helplessly at the damp skin of his back. “I can’t…you’re going to break me.”
He lets out a low, rough growl, his grip on my waist tightening until his fingers leave faint red marks. “You can take it,” he rasps, his voice thick and entirely gone to the pleasure. “You’re built for me, Ashley. Take every fucking inch of it.”
Every slam of his hips sends a fresh, violent jolt of electricity straight to my brain. The tension inside me builds again, rapid and heavy, coiling so tightly that my vision starts to blur. I am right on the edge of a third, shattering climax, my tight muscles clenching desperately around him.
“Samuel, I’m…I’m going to cum,” I scream, my voice cracking, my head thrashing wildly against the pillows. “I’m going to cum again!”
His blue eyes flare with a sudden, wild fire. The confession seems to snap his remaining restraint. He pulls back nearly all the way and slams into me with a desperate, deep thrust that hits my cervix, his entire body shuddering.
“Cum for me,” he roars, his jaw locking as he drives into me twice more, faster and harder. “Do it now, krasavitsa. Let me feel it!”