Ashton Scott

And? “Deep inside me.” Heat flames my cheeks and I pray it isn’t visible to him.

He slides a finger inside me slowly. “Do you want me to go slow or fast? Tell me exactly how you want me to touch you, Lorelei.”

Fuck it. If he wants me to talk dirty to him, I will. “I want you to find my G spot and stroke me there. Slow to start with and then I want you to go faster until you make me come.”

At my request, Ashton moves so fast I hardly have time to realise what’s happening. Flipping me onto my stomach again, he positions himself on top of me and rubs his cock over my ass while pinning my hands to the bed above my head. He pushes my legs apart to give his cock access to my pussy. “Do you want this?” he demands as he slides through my wetness.

I moan into the mattress. “Yes.” It comes out like a whimper, revealing just how desperately I want that.

“You’re going to have to work for it. And that means I want you to tell me your dirtiest fantasy.”

Heat floods my face again, and I’m relieved he can’t see it because I’m sure I couldn’t hide my embarrassment.

When I don’t reply, he pushes his cock inside. Just the head, but it’s enough to make me want more.

“I fantasise about being a stripper,” I blurt out.

He stills, his cock resting against my slit. “And what else?”

“That’s it.”

“No. Everyone has more than one fantasy.” His cock enters me again and he teases me once more by only pushing in a little before pulling back out. He then flips me onto my back and removes the scarf.

Once my eyes adjust to the light, I reach for his dick but he’s too quick and stops me. Bending, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks. He then begins a maddening assault on my pussy by pushing in and then out with his cock. Far enough to drive me wild, but not far enough to get me off.

I take hold of his neck and drag his mouth to mine. After I kiss him hard, I hold his gaze and say, “I want to fuck you in public. I want everyone to watch as I ride your cock and make you come harder than you ever have in your entire life. That’s my real fantasy.”

Heat flares in his eyes and his lips crash down onto mine.

His kiss is savage.

Demanding.

Claiming.

A growl rips from his chest as he ends the kiss and moves off the bed. “Stay there. I’ll be back,” he orders before leaving the room.

It doesn’t take him long to return and when he does, he’s wearing a condom and watching me like he wants to eat me.

Moving between my legs, he places his hands on the bed either side of me. “Legs over my shoulders,” he orders, his gaze focused on mine. There’s a determined glint in Ashton’s eyes that sends a ripple of pleasure through me.

I grip his arms and do as he says right before he thrusts inside. He does this so hard that I slide up the bed.

“Fuck,” he roars as he pulls out.

I feel the same way.

Ashton is a man who knows what he’s doing. I’m not sure whether it’s his confidence, his bossiness or his skills that turns me on more. All I know is I can’t get enough. And I can’t get it as fast as I want it.

He slams into me again.

Deep.

So fucking deep and hard that I feel like he’s going to slam right through me.

I shift my arms so my hands lock around his neck. “Don’t stop,” I beg. “Fuck me so hard I can’t walk out of here.”

“Jesus, you’re perfecting that dirty talk,” he rasps.