Page 17 of Take Me Big Boy
“I’m going to come inside of you, Ashley. I’m going to make you mine.”
“Yes!” I sob, dropping my hand to his muscular butt and pulling him harder against me as I feel myself teetering closer and closer to climax. “D-do it… Fill me. Oh God, Matt…make me yours.”
“Fuck,” he roars, bearing into me. He slams harder and faster, stroking my clit ruthlessly. I scream when my entire body breaks open with ecstasy, shaking like I’m possessed. He drives into me faster, and I cry out when I feel him swell inside of me, his muscles steeling against me before I’m filled with his release. He strokes me through the climax, his and mine. Drilling his shaft into me even as I shake and tremble, as my pussy pulses feverishly around him.
“Oh, God!” I sob, dropping my hands from him to scratch at the sheets, feeling everything at once. Every inch of my bodyis sensitive as he slows his movements, pushing his thick shaft in and out of me, his cum spilling hot inside me with every slow thrust. Marking me. Claiming me. He promised he would, or maybe it was a threat—I don’t remember.
It takes forever to come down from the high, and when he finally collapses against me, my mind is blissfully blank. I feel his heart beat against mine and the harsh exhale of his breath against my skin. And it’s perfect.
I sigh when Matt wraps his arms around me and rolls onto his back, bringing me along with him. “A minute, baby,” he whispers, brushing his lips against my temple and holding me close to his beating heart. “A minute more, then I’ll grab something to clean us up.”
“Hmmm,” I mutter, closing my eyes and losing myself to the music of his heartbeat. I don’t realize I’m dozing off until Matt pulls away, making me whine as I lose the warmth of his body. “Just a moment, I’ll be back.”
I sigh and bury my face in his pillow. I feel the press of something warm between my thighs, but I’m too tired to open my eyes and look. The next thing I feel is Matt shifting me and tucking me under the covers before joining me underneath. He pulls me back against his chest, and I sigh sleepily when his lips brush mine softly.
“I couldn’t sleep,” I murmur. “Back home, I couldn’t sleep a wink.”
His arms tighten around me. “You’ll sleep now.”
And so, I do.
Chapter Six
Matt
My muscles scream in protest as I press through another set of bodyweight squats, sweat stinging my eyes and blurring my vision as it drips to my brows, tracing a salty path down my cheek. My back is soaked, and my muscles burn as I strain to complete another rep. The left shoulder pulls, but it pulls in a way that means it’s working—not the deep grinding pain of two weeks ago, but a clean ache.
“Tired?”
I turn my head just as her lips collide with mine. I feel her smile before she pulls back, those pretty eyes twinkling with laughter as she moves away.
“Was that meant to recharge me?”
“Maybe,” she grins, nodding toward the mat. “We’re almost done with the session. Don’t stop yet.”
I groan. “You’re a hard woman to please.”
“Sweet talker. Now let’s get back to work.”
I focus on the stunning woman in front of me as I drop back into position. Ashley is the perfect distraction from the pain tugging my joints. She’s been a perfect distraction these past two weeks, pulling me out before the demons in my head could sink me. Today marks the end of the trial, and I have no doubt Michael will be coming back to ask if I still want him to pull her off the case.
I already know the answer to that. Ashley stays.
“Focus on your breathing, Matt,” she instructs, placing her hand on my chest. “In, out. In and out.” I follow her guidance, bracing my hands on my thighs as I push myself for the next couple of reps before I drop into a rest.
“Okay, perfect. Now, let’s adjust your form. It should help with the pain you’re feeling in your left shoulder.”
“How do you know I’m feeling any pain?” I challenge.
She leans forward and pecks my lips. “I just do.”
I grit my teeth as we start another set, and I feel more sweat trickle down my spine, a cold sensation against my heated skin. My shoulders ache from the resistance band work she had me doing earlier, and there’s a steady throb in my left knee, but I realize that I’m getting stronger too. The depth I can drop to in a squat now is twice what it was when she started—and I’m doing it without bracing on anything to come back up. Before her, I’d been counting the days I could do nothing but stretch, and every attempt to push past that left me hurting in ways that felt like setbacks. With her, the pain has shape—it’s the kind that comes from work, not damage. And I can tell the difference now.
It helps that she provides massages after every session—ones that have gotten a little more intimate and creative this past week.
“Hmm, I think that’s enough for today,” she says when I finish the squats. My body instantly relaxes, and the room swims slightly. I take a deep, shaky breath, one that turns ragged when I feel her hand on my stomach. “You’re doing great, and your left shoulder and knee are getting stronger every day.” The hand dips lower until it’s touching the waistband of my pants. “Why don’t you drink some water, then we can move on to the massage. Let’s move it to the shower today.”
My blood rushes south, and my dick perks up with excitement. “Do you offer all your patients this service, or am I just special?”
