11. Ash #3
I’ve never seen someone succumb to bliss the way she is now. It just confirms that she is mine.
My angel seems to be stuck in a perpetual state of orgasm.
Her body locked and trembling, her eyes dazed and heavy as she searches for me.
I love that she can't stop looking for me.
I love that her eyes can't stop finding me.
One of her small hands mindlessly reaches towards me, and I freeze.
The movement is too soft, too special to be real, but it is.
Her eyes are on me as her fingers reach towards me.
I'm someone who makes people run. I'm someone who instils fear in people.
I'm not someone who brings comfort to someone in a moment of need.
Yet, she's reaching for me. I can't stop my feet before they're moving and I'm striding towards her.
Another man has lined up their cock and is pushing inside of her cunt as she falls forward against the ground, her cheek pressing against the dirty wooden floor.
I crouch in front of her, and her teary eyes blink up at me heavily.
The rough pad of my thumb slides over her cheek, over the smeared mascara and tears and sweat that gathers under her eye. I continue to stroke her cheek softly, watching her face contort as the man behind her rails into her, using her sore, battered, used cunt to his liking.
“Good girl,” I whisper down at her, and she seems to melt into my praise. She lifts her cheek, trying to nuzzle my palm, and I let her. Softly pushing her sweaty hair off her face. “You are doing so good for me, Angel...so good for us. What a good little thing you are for me.”
She whimpers, tears falling past her lashes. Her skin is flushed and her pouty lip trembles.
“Does it feel good to let go, Angel?” I push in a soft, growly voice.
She nods once, a whimpering moan falling past her perfect pink lips.
I continue to stay crouched on the ground, my fingers caressing her silky soft hair in a soft touch, until Derek spills his load on her ass.
She's covered in cum, and it just makes her look even prettier. And when the next man falls to his knees behind her, she’s expecting it.
Her languid body accepting the intrusion.
I whisper praise to her as those dark eyes stay locked on mine. Heavy lashes flutter every time the devil behind her thrusts brutally into her, but she doesn’t take her eyes off me. I’ve never felt power like it. The power of having her, while someone else takes her.
My hand grips her face, fingers biting into her cheeks.
“That’s it. Keep those fucking eyes on me,” I grit out, and she inhales a shaking breath. I can hear deep groans, Ethan sounding like he’s about to come. “My perfect angel. Taking my men so fucking well.”
Ethan’s grip on her turns vicious as he begins to fall apart inside her. She lets out a pained whimper, and my thumb strokes her cheek gently. I can’t fucking stop. The need to comfort her while also tearing her apart conflicts within me.
And the way her body reacts to touch is unsettling. She craves it. Needs it. Almost as if no one ever offered her human contact in her short existence. It overwhelms me with the need to keep my hands on her. To be the one to give it to her.
Ethan pulls out and steps away, yet my girl stays on her hands and knees ready. It has me smirking down at her.
“Is your pussy sore?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
She nods slowly.
I stand, walking slowly around her, crouching behind her.
My hands softly grip the round globes of her ass, watching the cum dribble out of both of her holes.
Red and swollen, her cunt looks absolutely fucking delicious.
Used beyond what she’s ever experienced.
I can’t help but slide a thick finger into her, loving the way her back arches and the sounds she makes.
“Your pussy is overflowing with cum, Angel,” I continue to slowly finger her, listening to the salacious sounds of it squelching in and out of her. “So fucking filthy, aren’t you?”
She slumps when I take my hands off her, her eyes finding me as soon as I step back into her vision.
“Up,” I demand.
Watching her sit back on her heels with her trembling muscles makes me feel beyond satisfied. I do this to her. Noone can make her feel the way I have her feeling right now.
I reach out my cum-covered finger.
“Suck it.”
She eyes it wearily, but she listens, bringing her lips to my finger and wrapping them around it. Her eyes flutter closed as her tongue swirls around the digit, and I nearly bust in my pants at the feel of it. By the end of the night, she’ll be doing that to my cock.
“We aren’t finished yet, Angel,” I grit out, forcing my cock not to blow.
This makes her pop off my finger and stare up at me with wide, frantic eyes.
“I can’t take anymore,” she sobs, and it has me smiling down at her. “Please, Ash. It hurts.”
“I know it hurts, baby,” I pout, taunting her. “I know. But you need to give me more. Just one more... Can you give that to me, baby?”
Dark eyes flick between mine. And when she doesn’t fight me, I growl.
“Good fucking girl.”