Page 24 of Ash (Dragon Riders MC 3)
“Shit,” I hissed.
“My God, you feel like heaven,” he growled.
With every snap of his pelvis against my own, the sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room. My eyes rolled back, and my body molded to his as he took me however he wished. His cock filled me to the brim. It slid against my walls and spread me back further than I’d ever been spread before. He stroked every single wonderful part of me at once, causing me to lose my own breath every time I tried to gasp for it.
But just before I unraveled again, he pulled away from me.
“Ash? Wha—no, no, no, no, no. Come back. Please.”
He gripped my ankles. “Hold on, beautiful.”
He flipped me over and I squealed before he pulled me to the edge of the bed. His hands commanded my body as he raised my hips into the air. My juices dripped down my thighs. I felt him staring at me as he ran his hands over the globes of my ass. He gripped my cheeks and pulled them apart, teasing my puckered asshole with the imprint of his thumb.
Then, he buried his finger deep into my ass.
Before filling me with his dick.
“Ash! Holy fuck!”
“That’s it. Squeeze me tight, Hannah.”
“Ash. Ash. Ash. Holy hell. I’ve never—felt like this. You--you’re so--.”
He pounded against me, making my body lurch and my ass cheeks jump. I lost myself in the feel of him. In the way his finger and his cock filled me like I’d never been filled before. My jaw unhinged. I felt myself drooling on the bed. Electricity and pleasure blinded my mind, sweeping me beneath its debaucherous current. My toes curled so deeply my calves cramped. I straightened my legs out and felt Ash fall against me, holding himself up with his elbows.
And as he continued to fuck me senseless, my orgasm crashed over me once again.
“Hoooooly fuuuuucking… yes, Daddy. Please.”
He paused. “What did you call me?”
My eyes slowly fell open. “Huh?”
His lips fell to my ear. “What. Did you just call me?”
I swallowed hard. “I won’t do it again if you don’t like it. I just—”
He growled. “Say it.”
I shivered. “Daddy?”
He kissed the shell of my ear. “Yes, princess?”
I paused. “You—you like that?”
He slowly eased his cock into my body. “You know I do, sweetheart.”
My breath shuddered. “Daddy, please.”
“Please, what?”
I swallowed hard. “Daddy, please fuck me.”
He fisted my hair. “With pleasure, princess.”
He pulled my head back and latched his lips against my neck. And with every stroke of his cock, I grew closer to the edge. His dick grew against my walls. His hips stuttered as my juices leaked against the bed. I whimpered for more. I begged Ash for everything he had. And as his lips explored the length of my neck, I gripped the bed sheets so tightly my forearms ached.
“Daddy! I’m coming! Yes, Daddy! Please!”
He growled. “Come for me, sweet girl. You know what Daddy likes.”
I shivered and shook. I fell over the edge and lost myself in the darkness. Colors burst and sizzled behind my eyelids. His cock throbbed with every release of arousal his balls made inside my body, painting me. Marking me. Solidifying me as his own.
Then, he collapsed beside me, his eyes gazing up toward the ceiling.
“Holy shit,” he breathed.
I snickered. “Feel better?”
He looked over at me. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head. “You could never hurt me.”
He grinned. “Good girl.”
My heart fluttered at his words.
We laid there for a while, just staring at one another. But my body slowly slipped into sleep. My exes complained about that all the time, how I always fell asleep after sex. I didn’t hear Ash complain, though.
I did, however, feel my body being lifted.
“Ash?” I asked groggily.
He chuckled. “I think it’s time for a bath.”
“Huh?”
“How does a warm bath sound right now?”
“I don’t have a bath.”
“I do.”
I paused. “One that fits you?”
He snorted. “Just come on.”
I curled against him, feeling our intermingled arousal sliding from between my legs. He carried me up the stairs and into his bathroom before placing me inside a bathtub whose size I wasn’t sure existed. I mean, the damn thing could hold at least four of me. Easily. And when Ash turned on the water, he used his arm to keep the cold splatters from hitting me as the water poured into the tub.
He’s so considerate.
“Bubbles?” Ash asked.
I looked up at him with groggy eyes. “Are you getting in with me?”
He nodded. “I am.”
“Then, do you like bubbles?”
I watched him tip the bottle over. “I do.”
The water was warm and inviting. The bubbles smelled of vanilla and honeysuckle. They mounted as Ash leaned me up, easing himself into the tub with me. He settled behind me, his legs cradling the whole of my form. I leaned my head against his chest, relishing how his heartbeat felt behind my head. I closed my eyes, drawing in the moment. Committing it to memory before it faded away into obscurity.
