“Yeah, cupcake?”
My hand strokes faster still, pumping harder as I feel my balls draw up into my scrotum. Fuck would her tongue feel magnificent right now.
“Are you…?” I hear the hesitation in her voice, and I know she must have picked up on my labored breaths. “Are you masturbating?” Her words are barely audible.
“Fuck, yeah, I am,” I grunt as my hand slams down on my cock. “With the sight of your open, willing mouth begging to swallow my cum.” Her sharp intake of breath has me ready to explode. “You’ll consume my entire cock, won’t you, cupcake? Take all of my cum down your throat as my fist tightens around your neck.”
“Yes,” she moans.
“You’ll take as much as I want to give your hungry pussy, too, won’t you.” It’s not a question.
“God, yes!” Her breathing has picked up, and I wonder if she’s touching herself.
“And when I’m ready, you’re going to take every inch of my cock in your tight ass, won’t you?” My words are growled as I’m about to erupt.
“Yes, daddy.” And I’m done.
I grunt and groan my release. Long hot jets of cum splash against my abs and up my chest. I imagine the heat is her tongue licking up every drop as it lands on me. I’d kill to have her suck the cum from my dick like her favorite popsicle.
“Fuck, just the thought of you drinking and sucking up my cum has me ready to go again,” I tell her, wanting her to know exactly what she does to me. “Did you touch yourself, cupcake?”
“No,” she replies sadly.
“Why the fuck not?” Anger colors my words because I wish she had.
“I can’t climax like you. I’m–.” Her pause has me dreading what’s about to come out of her mouth.
“What? You’re what?” I demand.
“Broken,” she forces herself to say.
Fuck this shit. We need to have this conversation in person so I can shake the shit out of her.
“I’m coming over.”
“What? No. You can’t. I have to go to my parents today.” There’s panic in her words.
“I’m fucking coming over, Ashley, and I’ll go with you.”
I don’t give her a chance to respond before I hang up. I’d like to say I’m conscious enough to clean off the semen that has dried into my chest, but I can’t. I have this picture of her licking me clean, and I refuse to ignore it.
The dirty, filthy fucking things I want this woman to do to me and I to her are like a driving force in my blood. If they don’t happen, rage burns through me. It’s what happened the night before, and I can’t say I didn’t love every damn second of it, and she did too.
Ashley
“Shit, shit, shit!” I’m freaking out. I don’t want him to come over. I don’t want him anywhere near me. Hell, who the fuck am I kidding? I want to be surrounded by him.
What he did to me last night was the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. I wanted more.
Except…
What I did when I got home…
Disgrace ran through me.
Looking at my thighs, the blood had dried on them. Last night, rivulets ran down my legs to my ankles. The release unlike any other before. I hadn’t even felt the burn of the razor as it sliced my skin. All I knew was the euphoria.
What if he finds out?