by Carmen Faye
Finally, I swallow that knot that’s formed in my throat and wash away the cobwebs that have formed in my throat. There is no turning back. I answer softly, “Please, Ash,” I say in a small, school-girlish voice, “Please tell me who started those fires.”
Ash narrows his eyes at me. “That’s not what I wanted you to beg for,” he says flatly, without even a shade of irony. He is right, and I obviously know that. But outside of the part of me that is crawling out of my prickled skin for his touch, kiss, and wetness, there is the girl inside who understands that there is a deal to be made here. I give him (and me) what he wants and he gives me the answers he’s been avoiding since we started this conversation.
“I know that,” I reply quickly. “But if I’m going to do this, if I’m going to beg you, I want to know that you will keep your promise and give me what I want.”
“I think we both know you want me as much as I want you,” he says seductively.
It sickens me that he’s right, but…he’s right. I feel his rough, textured hand creep up higher under the rolled up hemline of my pencil dress. My eyes roll slightly back in my head as I think of all the things he could do with those bruised and battered fingers and my body.
“That’s not the point, Ash,” I say as I somehow muster up the composure to move his hand back to where it was. It is still in the danger zone, but at least I can do business without being too distracted. “Do you know who started the fires or not?”
“The point is, Dani, that you trust me. I’m a man of my word. You can ask anyone on the streets and even some of your copper friends that. When I say I know who started those fires, don’t you dare question me.”
Is he threatening me? This went from incredibly sexy to a power struggle in under two minutes. I don’t know which way to take this. My gut is telling me to just let it go and listen to what he says. After all, if he did start those fires, bringing me here just put him and me in a major risk. He wouldn’t go all out like that. He’s not that stupid to play this game.
On the other hand, I already know what kind of man he is. I know that beneath the surface of his tan skin, his childish curls, his bulging body, is a cancer that can’t be killed with anything. He doesn’t make his living being nice or playing by the rules. He has already hinted that his life is all kinds of fucked up. Why can’t I reconcile the two Ash Coopers?
Color me surprised when I decide to play along against every rational part of me telling me to run as fast as possible from this man and this house. “Fine, Ash. What would you like me to beg for? You?” I try to lighten the stiff, tension-filled mood that has suddenly overtaken us.
He pushes himself closer to me, his hand once again sliding up the inner side of my thigh. His thumb rests just against the line of my panties and just the slight brush of his hand on my privates sends deep chills up my spine. It only gets worse when he reaches up and brushes my long hair to the side and leans in to whisper in my ear once again, “That’s a start. But I’d rather hear you beg for my cock.”
There goes my mind again. It feels as if that water in the Titanic has taken up space as it floods each and every crevasse. I can’t make sense of it when he says that magical word. His cock. That cock I just got to experience three or four hours ago. Maybe more. Time doesn’t seem to have meaning when I’m with him. All that matters is that hand in between my thighs rubbing slightly between the two folds.
I bow my chin to my shoulder as I try to cough out the words, “Ash, I want your cock.” Those words seem so weak, so impersonal, but it’s all I can muster out. My mouth is as musty and dry as this farmhouse.
“That’s not begging, Dani,” he says. He’s almost petulant, which would be kind of adorable if he weren’t also so menacing. It’s a weird juxtaposition, but he soldiers on: “I want you to really beg. Maybe even get on your knees for me.” He removes his hand from my thigh and jumps to his feet. His body lands with a thud and I look way up at the giant towering above me. In the candlelight, I can barely make out anything past the large silver buckle of his belt and his package slightly appearing in the crease of his pants.
I tug slightly at the hem of my dress, unsure why I was so worried about exposing myself now. But as I push myself to kneel before him, something changes in me. That heat that is stuck in my chest and the butterflies flying rapidly in my stomach, they are both converging together to form this pool of confidence. I can do this. I can get something out of this outside my answers. I can make him bend to my wishes. I just have to play along.
“Ash Cooper…”
“Yes, Dani?”
I place both hands flat on his jeans and stand a bit straighter. They float up to his belt and wrap under the sewn seams of his pants, just above his zipper. “Please, I beg of you. Give me your cock. Now.”
“Say it louder, and I may make your wish come true.”
With my hands on his body, caressing his smooth skin till I feel the hint of his pubic hair, I can feel his words through his body. They border on serious and lustful. He doesn’t know if I can go through with this, but I’m prepared to show him how far I will go.
“Ash, I want your cock inside my mouth,” I say, surprising even myself with my lewdness and forwardness. “I want to taste your skin and lick every inch of you from tip to base. I want to wrap my tongue around it and wet it down so that when I’m ready to swallow you whole, you’ll feel every bit of my mouth massage your throbbing cock. I want to taste every inch of that big, throbbing piece of man-meat. I need you.”
“Hmmm…that sounds---”
“I’m not done,” I say, cutting him off. He looks at me surprised but doesn’t say another word. “When you’re ready to cum, I don’t want you to make me stop. In fact, I am begging you to not let me stop. Grab on my hair and push me down until you explode in my mouth. Choke me with that beautiful cock. I want to taste how delicious your cum is. I want to swallow every little bit of it, every last drop. I want to feel it sliding down my throat and into my belly.
“And then, when we’re done, I want you to do the same.”
He looks back down at me totally surprised. This isn’t what he expected. But I don’t wait for his reply. Instead, I unbuckle the metal clasp and toss it to the side along with his belt. The baggy jeans practically fall off of his thick waist and onto a pile on the floor. I lift each of legs off of the ground, freeing him of the rest of his clothing and shoes until all I have left in front of me is Ash Cooper in his tight black boxer briefs. His cock sticks nearly straight out as I duck to pull them down slowly like a present I want to savor.
I don’t dare touch his package for a long moment. I want to take it in to get myself in the right headspace for what I am about to do. His dick is long, at least eight or nine inches. Maybe more. The hair around it forms a light bedding to which I place my hands around. I clasp my warm hands around the base, my thumb and pointer finger just barely touch as I put pressure on one of his main veins.
He lets out a long, dramatic sigh as I get to work massaging the soft skin between his balls and cock with a few fingers. The rest of my hand makes half circle turns around his shaft. When he’s good and hard, the stiffness causing him to point out and up like an arrow, I get to work by sliding the hand up to his very top and then slowly inching back down to the bottom. It’s torture. I know that, but it’s almost delicious watching him squirm and tighten under my expert grip.
My strokes grow tighter and stronger with each hitch of his breath or a heave of his chest. I can sense him getting hotter as I briefly take a break to stand up slowly, taking his shirt with me so he stands before me, a statute of a man, naked and exposed. “Get back down there, Dani.” He commands, but I’m already on my knees positioning his cock to my lips.
I kiss the tip first, already damp from a mix of sweat and pre-cum, I get a salty taste of what is to come. It reminds me of sea salt and caramel. I go in for more, this time opening my mouth a bit wider so I can circle my tongue around the center of his length and then pull up ba
ck to the tip resting in my mouth.
His hands rest on my shoulders as I can sense just how much he wants me to go all in and lose control. I oblige this time. My hands wrap around his thighs, my nails slightly carving into his skin. When I’ve got my balance I look up at him, catching his eye as I show off my powers. My mouth takes his entire cock in until I can just barely plant a red lipstick kiss on the very tail end of his shaft.
Ash looks at me in total wonderment and awe before wrapping his hands around my head and pulling me back up. When I’m on my knees, I’m totally at his mercy. And, frankly, I love it. Letting go right then and there on his cock, unleashing the power of my lips, tongue, saliva, fingers, hands is like finding a new superpower. Even with him in command, setting the tempo and rhythm, I, too, go wild by moving even faster than what he wants.
He lets go, his hands floating next to him, unsure where to rest. They ball up into fists as my mouth moves rapidly the length of his cock. The salty caramel taste only gets stronger as his cock continues to grow and pulsate in my mouth. Even with my jaw getting sore, I push on to the sound of his voice practically calling out.
I can tell he’s close. His whole body has tensed up under me and there’s this unspoken and unseen feeling of a build up. It’s the volcano ready for eruption, and I cannot wait for it to unleash. At the end of one of my sucks, he pulls me back slightly with his hands while I nibble toothless at his skin as he says, “You don’t have to do this.”
With his cock still in my mouth, I answer as clearly as possible. “I’m not going to stop. I want your cum. Please. Give me your cock...” I can tell he loves that as he forgets all his trepidation and worry and returns to guiding my mouth to his pleasure.
Finally, I feel the force of his cum first on my lips and then the pressure build up at the roof of my mouth. When he cums, it’s with a sound of a wolf’s howl. Long and hard, he cries out into the night as he unleashes it past my mouth and teeth and to my tongue. When he finishes, he lifts my head with his hands and says almost tiredly, “I want to see you swallow it all down.”
I quickly stand to my feet so I am at least at his shoulders. With as much emphasis as possible, I swallow hard, letting the smooth texture float in the back of my throat and down to my stomach. When it’s all gone, I open my mouth wide for him, showing off my clear tongue. Ash doesn’t even pause before taking my head into his cupped hands and forcing his way into my mouth. His lips clasp around mine to pull them in and together we soak up the taste of him as it lingers on my breath and lips.
“Damnit.” He lets out as he breathes heavily. “That was amazing.”
I look at him with wide eyes as he cleans himself off with the edge of the blanket. When he bends down, I notice the beads of sweat dripping down his spine, making trickles of water around the edges of his body. I reach out, touching them gently before something completely comes over me. I pull myself closer to him, my arms wrapping around his neck, and my head lowering towards his back. My tongue laps at the wetness of his body, moving up and down from his hips to his neck.
He spins around, almost shocked at me. I hear a low, guttural growl before he springs on me. His hands move quickly, so quickly I don’t even notice he is standing me up while unzipping the large silver zipper along my dress. It falls at my feet, exposing me in front of him. I place my hands around my breasts instinctively, but he roughly grabs my wrists away and holds my hands behind my back. He sinks to his own knees and clasps the line of my thong panties with his mouth. While still holding on to me, his mouth dips down to my feet with the thin garment in between his teeth.
I don’t know why I feel so self-conscious standing before him, but I do. I want to kick that dress up to me again and hold it over my body. I want to cover myself up under the soiled blanket or steal one of the musty pillows from the couch. Ash has that look about him that makes me want to crawl out of my skin.
Yet, I find it incredibly sexy. It’s that look that also makes me think of myself as the Venus in the clam with her hair covering all of her bits but still looking out as if she knows she is wanted and desired. He is going to make a meal of me; I know that.
Ash uses his large, worn hands to make a map of my body, as if he’s reading it like topography. The slide up the side of my calves and hips to the other areas of my breasts. When he kneels straight up, his head rests just on the underside of my nipples, and I watch as he smiles crookedly as he bobs around them. He doesn’t stay there this time, though. Instead he ducks down lower, back to my hips. My knees curl inwards as I realize just how much I am showing to him.
His hands now wrap around my fleshy ass and pull me closer to his mouth. His lips find the V-shaped parting where my thighs intersect with my pubic bone. As he moves his moist lips down farther, I part the seas for him, giving him space to explore my soft skin and the downy hairs I left nicely trimmed.
And then, I feel it. His tongue finds my clit as his hands move the skin around the pearl for a wider opening. It’s shocking to feel him there, like ice water awakening every nerve ending in my body. My head tilts back, giving him even more chances to flick his tongue against it. His fingers magically appear in the mix as they suddenly find themselves in between my legs, pushing them open to part wide.
I half expect him to stop, but he is a beast as he takes me in. His lips have suctioned themselves around the lips of my pussy and his fingers massage gently around the seal until I feel curve of his middle finger plow itself into my slit. I let out the longest, most desperate gasp while my hips sink down to meet his hand and mouth.
He pulls away slightly as his hands take over. I look down to see him staring up at me with a face wet in my own juices. Ash commands me, “Beg me to stop.”
“No. No. No.” I say. Each “no” is punctuated as he speeds up his dance inside of me. My words bounce with his force as I manage to squeak out, “Don’t stop!”
“Beg me.”
“Please! Ash! Don’t stop! Don’t STOP!” I know I’m on the verge. I know I am seconds away, but I try to hold it in. I try to push my knees together to get him to slow down. But the more my legs squeeze together, the better his fingers and lips feel against my hot, wet skin. His head moves from the top of my pussy to directly under my thighs, and his mouth joins his fingers. They alternate as they push forward unrelenting. “ASH!!!!” I scream out as I hold on to his shoulders, practically sitting on his back. I feel my feet lift slightly off the ground as I wrap my arms around his head. I am flying, floating, spinning with my eyes completely shut. When I open them, he is setting me down on the floor just in front of on an empty bookcase.
“Hold on,” he moans as he spins me around so my back is facing him.
I have just enough time to wrap my fingers around one of the shelves before I realize what is happening. His cock dives into me, sending my chest and face forward into the furniture. My stomach turns as I know I am not going to last any longer.
He’s only in me seconds when I taste all the saliva in my mouth building up and feel all the prickles of my skin stand straight up. I grit my teeth and bow my head as it comes. The rush travels from the top of my vibrating head to my very toes. It pools around his cock stroking inside of me. I scream again. This time, however, I’m wordless. Even his name escapes me.
I don’t have time to recover. Even with my head a complete mess of clouds and light, I am transfixed on his punishing plows into my pussy. He’s a machine drilling at me. I am just able to rebalance myself, forcing myself to fight through the weight and power of his massive body taking me, fucking me.
Ash lays his hands next to mine as I feel him travel deeper into my folds. He leaves a few kisses on the fleshy parts of my shoulders before I feel the sting of his bite. I want to turn around and punish him. I want to scream at him, but it does something to me. That piercing feeling actually sends my head cocked back, my hips lay closer into him, and my ass rubs right up against his cock and balls as they bounce in and out of me. I want to be wild like him. I want to
make the world disappear.
And for a few long moments in time, they do. Our bodies sync together as we move towards our finish. He seems to grow stronger, more protective as I melt into him. Our movements line up, my hips swerving as hips pushing and pulling. His hands cover mine and squeeze tightly against the fingers until it’s time.
I feel him tense against my skin like the earthquake’s fault lines rubbing together until one gives in. He pulls out in a burst, leaving me standing there, holding on for my life as my knees buckle and shake with my own orgasm flowing through my veins.
Ash finishes quickly on the small of my back, carefully aiming. I watch him from over my shoulder, feeling his sticky cum falling onto me in big, heaping spurts. When he’s done, he pauses to study his handiwork in the faint light of the candles before running over to pick up the blanket off of the floor. Turning it over, he wipes me down from my back to the insides of my thighs and up my tender, aching pussy. He’s so gentle as he works that it’s hard to imagine that the bruises on my hands and around my ass will be his doing.
