Page 33 of Ashes’ Addiction

By the time she managed to free his belt and pop the top button of his jeans, he’d moved onto rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging just enough to make her groan. Heat flooded her core. She felt empty. She needed him. Inside her. Her mind was a little fuzzy, but she was sure it was because of what he was doing to her. It was much the same as every night when he touched her. Somehow, he could make her stop caring about anything but how he was making her feel. And that she needed more.

She tugged at his jeans, trying to move them down his hips enough to get his cock out but they wouldn’t budge. Her breathing had become ragged and she wanted to find a knife and get rid of the jeans permanently. She didn’t care if they’d have to walk back in with no pants. All that mattered was getting him inside her, now.

After what seemed like an eon, Ashes stood enough to finish opening his jeans and shove them down far enough that his thick, hard cock popped free.

Miranda’s mouth watered as she remembered how it felt sliding into her mouth and down her throat. She loved the way he groaned when she swallowed him all the way down. Unable to resist the temptation, she cupped his balls in one hand and caressed up his length with the other, tilting it toward her opening. She was ready to sink down over him now, knowing she was wet enough all it would take was one thrust before he filled her. And she couldn’t wait.

“Hold on, Tiny Warrior. I know you’re in a hurry, but we don’t want to skip this.” He pulled the condom from wherever he’d stashed it, tore it open, and unrolled it down his length. “All right.” He leaned forward and covered her mouth in a searing kiss that almost made her forget what she’d been trying to do. Almost. Her body ached. His hands on her only enflamed her every sense.

His hands skimmed up her thighs, until they met in the middle. Then he pulled back and stared at her, eyes wide.

“No panties?”

She couldn’t help but smile. “No panties. What do you plan to do about it?”

“I’m going to enjoy it.” He rubbed one thumb over that sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her opening. “Come here.” He used one hand to angle his cock toward her opening and the other to lift her and move her closer.

He notched himself in her channel, then with both hands on her hips, pulled her into him so he sank deep. Miranda let her head fall back as every nerve in her body seemed to fire at once. She let the waves of pleasure wash over her for a few seconds, then when her body calmed, she wrapped her legs around Ashes’ hips and did her best to ride him. When she couldn’t move enough to suit her, she dropped her legs, propping her feet once more on his pegs and used them for leverage as she lifted herself over him and let herself fall once more. Ashes lifted himself to meet her every stroke.

“Almost there,” she gasped, “almost.” She tried to slam herself down on his dick a little harder, but it didn’t work. She needed something.

Something more.

But she didn’t know what.

When Ashes leaned in and tongued her nipple it sent sparks of heat through her. That was it. Almost.

“More.”

“More what, baby?”

“More, I don’t know. Just more.”

“Hmm...” He leaned in and took her nipple in his mouth once more. She buried her hands in his hair and tugged him closer. Whatever he was doing it was working, not fast enough to suit her, but eventually.

Ashes bit down hard enough that Miranda jerked. She started to stop him but before she could, her body stopped listening to her.

It tensed, then jerked as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed through her. She heard someone scream, but didn’t care who, not as long as she kept feeling like this. Ashes kept lifting her off his dick and bringing her back down hard. The harder he fucked her, the more her body clamped down, her muscles twitched, and her mind floated.

When she was aware of what was going on around her again, she leaned almost limp against Ashes’ chest as both of them fought to regain their breath.

“That was amazing,” she said. The roughness in her throat told her the scream she’d heard before had been her. Not that she cared. It felt amazing. “Can we do it again?”

Ashes chuckled. “Sure. But maybe not right this minute, okay?” He still fought for breath as he held her. “You know what your cut means to me, right?”

Miranda nodded. Winter had filled her in a couple days before.

“I was thinking maybe it’s not enough for you.”

“What do you mean?” She lifted her head to frown at him.

“I mean, the cut is permanent to me. But if you need something more to make it feel permanent to you, I’ll do it. Ring, papers, make it legal and all. I want you to know what you mean to me.”

“Are you proposing?”

He tilted his head to one side. “I guess, but it wasn’t my intent. Not the way it sounds. To me, you’re already mine and I’m yours. But if you need to make it legal, if you want a diamond, I’ll give them to you. Just say the word.”

She leaned back down against him. Did she need those? Probably, but she wasn’t ready to ask for them. He was right, this felt good and if it was permanent, she was good with that. She could always ask for more later.