Ashton Scott

Kissing.

Licking.

Sucking.

Stroking.

I deliver pure ecstasy, and when I know I’ve worked her into a frenzy of desperate need, I stop and stand, kissing my way up her body. Taking her face in my hands again, I say, “I can make you come. Right now. I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked. But in return, you’re going to have to agree to me having full control on the weekend. And that’s a take-it-or-leave-it deal.” Pushing my cock against her, I growl, “Are you with me or not?”

She’s in such a state of desire that I know she can hardly think straight, but she manages to process what I’ve said. Wrapping her hand around my dick, she says, “I don’t need this to come. I’m quite capable of getting myself off.”

“Take it or leave it, Lorelei. You may be able to orgasm without my cock, but I can guarantee you it’ll be nothing compared to what I can give you.”

“I want you to compromise.”

“No.”

She pumps my dick in her hand. “Give me something, Ashton.”

I kiss her, tangling my tongue with hers. “I will. My cock.”

Her mouth claims mine in another kiss. This one is demanding, bruising almost. It reveals her need for what she’s asking of me. “I want more than that. I’m not a woman who will be happy with just that.”

“What do you want, Lorelei? Tell me.”

We’re nearly there.

“I told you, I want you to comprom—”

“No,” I growl, “tell me what you really want. You said you want more than just my cock, more than just sex. What is it you need?”

Come on, baby, don’t let me down now.

She stills.

Blinks.

And finally realises where I’ve been leading her.

Leaning her body into mine, she loops her arms around my neck. “You’re a smart man, Ashton.”

“That is true.”

She shakes her head. “And arrogant, too.”

“Guilty as charged.” I run my hands over her ass, pressing her even harder against my body.

“You know what I want.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

Her hands move up into my hair at the back of my neck, and she pushes my head so my face dips to hers. Kissing me, she moans into my mouth, “I love how your mind works. Even when you’re one-upping me, I love your intelligence. But I’m going to need you to give me the occasional win. And some days I’ll need the control, not of you, but of the situation. You’re so powerful and driven, and you just charge on in and take over. You can’t consume me, Ashton. Because you will if I let you. I want you so damn much that I’m worried I’ll get lost in that. I need some space every now and then. Can you give me that?”

“I can give you anything, Lorelei, so long as you give me what I want.”

She stills again. “What do you want?” she asks quietly.

“I want you to explore this relationship with me. I want you to not pull away every time you feel like I’m consuming you. I want you to talk to me when you feel like that.”