Ashton Scott

I curl my hands around his neck and pull his lips to mine. This kiss is much deeper than the previous one and lasts for so long I begin to wonder if we’ll ever stop.

I’m drowning in it.

In him.

Every look.

Every word.

Every touch.

Everything he says and does draws me further under the Ashton Scott spell.

Our kiss ends but just gives way to another one soon after. Our desire turns into a desperate need, and while we frantically free his cock and find a condom, neither of us seem ready to let the other’s lips go.

When he’s ready for me, my arms and legs circle his body and hold on tight. Ashton growls out, “Fuck,” as he enters me, and I drop my head back while his cock slams into me over and over. Every muscle in my body works hard while I cling to him and fuck him back.

I’ve never had sex this rough.

This primal.

It’s as if he’s lost himself in the act.

His mouth is all over my neck and then so are his teeth.

Grazing me.

Biting me.

Marking me.

His pace picks up the closer we move to orgasm.

And then his fingers dig into my skin as his body tenses and he roars out my name. It sends me over the edge, tumbling into wave after wave of pleasure.

I’m the one lost now.

Lost in bliss.

I’m not sure I ever want to leave his arms again.

Ashton may have finally fucked everything out of me he ever wanted to.

“Lorelei,” he says as he cups the back of my head.

I find his gaze. My thoughts are a tangled mess, but I come up with: “God, you never told me you could fuck like that.”

His lips twitch. “If I knew you liked it rough, I would have given you that from the beginning.”

“Oh, God,” I mutter, trying to catch my breath.

He pulls out and helps me down from the counter. “Rough appears to bring out your dirty girl.”

I bite my lip as I stare up at him. Ashton’s the best-looking man I’ve ever laid eyes on and I can’t help but stare at him sometimes. I wish he wasn’t leaving. I wish he could stay with me all weekend and fuck me like that over and over. “If only you knew the thoughts running through my mind right now.”

“You’re not going to tell me those thoughts, are you?”

I smile. “No. It’ll give you something to think about all weekend. When you come home, you’ll be so—”