by Kat Catesby
Fixing me with his penetrating stare, his luscious lips part. “If you want this to stop, tell me now, Sunshine. There’s no stopping once I lay my hands on your perfect curves.” The low rumble of his voice tells me how hot he is for me and ensures I’m not going anywhere but on his cock.
My mouth is parched from desire and it takes several moments for my sex addled brain to catch up to the fact that he asked me a question and is waiting with bated breath for the answer. All I can do is shake my head to convey that there’s no way in hell I want this to stop.
That small movement is all it takes for Asher Scott to unleash the full devastating force of his sexual prowess upon my needy, overwhelmed and frankly desperate body.
He closes the distance between us in two long strides, wrapping me in the metal grip of his powerful arms; his full lips crashing against mine as one hand snakes downwards to grab a handful of my ass while the other wraps around my neck. Both holding me firmly in place – lips to lips and hips to hips.
The silken heat of his body burns through mine, scorching every nerve ending with liquid fire and a bone-deep need for him. The power of the connection I feel for him is terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure. I don’t know this man in the superficial way you get to know someone on a first date with the usual trivia-style questions about their life, family, friends, etc. But my body knows Asher Scott. Something in him calls to me on a deeper level and I’m happy to park my brain and enjoy the ride my other senses are insisting on. You couldn’t pay me enough to be anywhere else in the world, other than where I am right now; naked in Asher’s arms, being devoured by his lips and the talented dance of his tongue, and thoroughly prodded in my stomach by the impressive feat that is his steel hard cock.
All of these sensations drive me into a hungry frenzy. I don’t feel like I can get enough of him inside me; I cling to his shoulders to pull myself closer to him, melding our tongues together and drinking him in as deeply into my mouth as I can and moaning in pure bliss. He pulls my head back by my hair so that he can deepen the kiss and expose my neck to the soft yet firm touch of his lips and the sharpness of his teeth as he grazes them down my neck, causing my entire body to shudder at his touch. He bites me firmly on the super sensitive and underused spot between my shoulder and neck, softening the sting with the warm lapping of his tongue. I cry out in utter pleasure; how does this man know my body so well? It’s like he knows every intimately secret spot on my body capable of making me scream…or cum in my pants…if I were wearing any.
Asher’s breathing is as ragged as mine, his voice making these low, sexy-as-hell groans and grunts and I can’t help it, I hook my leg around his – as best I can; I am short and he is massive after all – and arch back to roll my hips into him, his solid cock providing some sweet friction for my needy clit. My breasts no longer press against the heat of his body, allowing my nipples to peak further in the cool air of the barn. The sensation only heightens the longing ache in my clit and I can feel the wetness dripping from my slit.
Arousal is a strange thing for a woman. Most of the time you live your life without even noticing your vagina – like most bodily functions, they just happen without you even feeling them. The vagina is an empty chamber that you don’t notice, don’t even realize is empty…until something turns you on. As soon as your body enters that state of arousal, you feel it – that emptiness. It’s part of what arouses you more; this strange aching pull to be filled. If you clench those intimate muscles it only heightens how empty you are and how desperately you need something – anything – to fill you and make the empty feeling go away. The higher your arousal climbs, the needier your cunt becomes. It’s all-consuming, obliterating all rational thought.
Just fill me up.
That’s all your body is calling out for, sweet relief and the fullness of a thick, pulsing cock.
Intuitively sensing what I need, Asher places both hands on my ass and lifts me effortlessly up so that I can wrap my legs around him, increasing the pressure of his cock pressed against my soaking slit, and walks over to a pile of hay and sits so that I am straddling his lap but still held up out of reach of his delicious cock by those muscular arms of his. I place my hands on either side of his face, looking down into the swirling depths of his eyes and placing a softer but no less desperate kiss to his sensual lips. His sexy voice groans my name as he lines up his dick with the sopping wetness of my opening. I’ve never been this soaked in my own juices before.
“There’s no time for foreplay this time Katie. Only the hard fucking I need to give you…but, um, I don’t have a condom,” he looks pained at the realization but my mind has already gone there and made the decision.
“I’m on the pill and I’m clean.” I was tested after my crappy one-night ‘getting-over-David’ stand.
“Me too. I’ve never gone without a condom.”
“Until now…I’m going to be your first,” and with that, he slides his huge thickness past the wet folds of my pussy lips and breaches my entrance. The feel of his hot skin on mine, spreading me is beyond bliss. My body goes liquid and arches for more of him. He feeds a third of his hard length inside me and I shriek at the fucking amazing sensation of his cock stretching me and filling me. My cunt quivers around him and my whole body shakes with the need to be impaled by the rest of him.
He’s giving me a moment to adjust to the sheer size of him but I don’t need it – all I need is him…all of him.
“Fucking fuck me already,” I beg. “I want you to fill me up.” I barely finish the words before Asher grips my hips and pulls me so that I slide down his glorious length to meet his powerful thrust. I scream again, nearly coming on the spot.
He’s in me. All of him. His thick, fat cock is splitting me in half and nothing has ever felt so fucking good. Right here and now, Asher becomes my drug of choice. I don’t just want that gigantic cock impaling me…I need it. I never want it to stop.
“Katie,” he breathes against my cheek, “are you okay?” I see a flash of concern in his eyes. He thinks I screamed in pain, not the epic pleasure his pulsing cock triggers in me.
I clench around his hard shaft and begin rocking my hips. “Never better,” I gasp against his lips.
“Katie,” he says softly, “this is all you, baby. Take me how you want me.”
And just like that, he gives me control. Again, he knows exactly what to say and do to put me at ease. Every touch, every kiss, every move he makes he considers me and what I need. I’ve never had that before and it tugs at something deep and intense in my chest, leaving me breathless.
Asher moves his hands gently across my body, trailing his fingers delicately, as I set a gentle rhythm rocking my hips back and forth, grinding against him before rising up the length of his steel shaft and thrusting back down, taking him to the hilt. He slides effortlessly in and out of my soaked, clenching core. He feels sublime. He doesn’t hold me in place or try to set the pace; he follows my movements, my rhythm, all the while his hands worship my body with feather light caresses. His lips trail down my neck, my collarbone, my chest, settling between my breasts. Instinctively I arch backward, presenting myself to him and tilting my hips to take him deeper still. He trails kisses from one breast to the other before settling his mouth over my aching nipple and biting – the sharp sting of his teeth just the right side of pain so as to send a bolt of white-hot heat to my throbbing clit.
“Asher. Oh god. Fuck.” I groan, unable to form a coherent sentence. Can you blame me though, with a man as glorious as Asher Scott between my thighs, filling me to my very limit? Pushing me to the end of my sanity and driving my body to accept pleasure I never thought I’d be capable of.
My sex life always used to be vibrant and exciting, prior to David, but nothing has ever felt as good as riding Asher. Our coupling is frenzied and desperate but somehow passionate and reverent; worshipping each other’s bodies – I marvel at the satin-smooth feel of his skin stretched over the iron core of his biceps as I cling o
nto him for dear life, my thrusts gaining momentum as I drive us closer to the obliterating abyss of climax.
The sounds of sex fill the air – gasps, groans, panting each other’s names, the gushing sounds of my sex slapping down onto his – the symphony of our fuck drives me wild. I lean back, balancing one hand on his thick, muscular thigh while the other tugs and teases his balls. The reward is two-fold; the look of pleasure on his face as his climax builds spurs me to take him harder, faster, deeper but this leaned back position opens me up to the sheer scale of his hulk-worthy cock and I feel him reaching places within me that no man has ever been before, nor I suspect, will ever be again.
This is the fuck that ruins me for all others. I can feel it – literally – in every part of me. Every cell of my body is alive with the feeling of Asher’s body on me and within me.
I can feel my climax beginning to build, coiling my muscles tight with the desperate need to unleash and explode. Electricity crackles through my veins as my body climbs higher and higher towards the peak of pleasure. A clenching need drives me on as I thrust and grind myself along the length of Asher’s mammoth cock, his eyes glued to the juncture where his thick meat sinks into my slick, soft flesh.
“That’s so fucking hot,” he grits out between clenched teeth, his whole body taut, a sheen of sweat on those beautiful muscles beneath my spread thighs, as he fights to control his climax.
I want him to let go. I want his cum so deep inside me my pussy will be coated and dripping for hours.
“I want to feel you come,” I moan, practically begging him to fill me.
“Not before you,” his deep gravelly voice growls. And then his thumb is on my clit, rubbing the glistening nub in tight circles as his thick cock massages my g-spot with every gyration of my hips.
Once…twice…“Oh. My. Fuuuuck,” I scream, my body exploding in the hottest orgasm I’ve ever had, obliterating all rational thought and the ability to speak sentences. My coiled muscles snap, radiating white-hot heat from deep in my clenching core, vibrating through every fiber of my body like an incendiary device. I’m momentarily blinded by the brightness of my pleasure as my body continues to quake, “Yes. Oh God yes. More…more.”
And more is what I get. With a guttural roar, he floods my cunt with his hot seed. His cock jerks with every spurt that empties into my spasming core, milking him desperately and sending mind-blowing aftershocks rocking through me.
“Fucking hell, Katie. Just, wow.” He gasps, looking as blindsided by the intensity of our fuck as I feel. Our juices mingle together and seep out of me despite still being stuffed full of Asher’s dick. Our breathing ragged as we both float back to earth. He pulls me down to him where he kisses me sumptuously and thoroughly, taking the last of my breath away.
Chapter Seven
Asher
Holy. Fuckin’. Shit.
I’m still trying to scramble the remnants of my brain together to form somethin’ resembling coherent thought. But currently, it’s as empty as my balls. I don’t think I’ve ever blown a load so big but Katie’s sweet cunt is pure magic and milked me drier than the damned Sahara.
Watching her work us both to explosive orgasms was the sexiest thing my eyes ever beheld. I didn’t go back on my word; it was all her. Katie needed to know that she could have sexual control, that I wasn’t going to take it away from her like her fuckin’ ex. And she mastered my body like no woman before her. I’m not used to giving up my power and control, to submitting in the bedroom, but damn if I won’t do that again.
I get the sense that she wants her body to be mastered but we will work up to that and in the meantime, giving up control to her is no hardship if she makes me come like that. Watching her take her pleasure from my body was equally arousing. Knowing that my cock can satisfy her without me being able to work her with it as fully as I normally would, has my blood pumping south again. The sounds she made are going to fuel my erotic dreams for the next decade, they were so fuckin’ hot. So hot, I’m pretty sure Josh came into the stables but wasn’t in much of a rush to leave. He wouldn’t have seen anything from outside of our stall but the soundtrack of our sex was erotic and loud enough for all to hear.
Thankfully no one was around when we left the stables – I wouldn’t be embarrassed but I have a feelin’ that Katie’s not one for an audience. On the walk back to my ranch house, I marvel at the feelin’ of Katie’s soft hand in mine and how natural it feels to have the warmth of her small frame next to me.
Maddie’s words have been ringing in my head since our conversation yesterday…was it only yesterday? I’ve thought about nothing other than if I’m sure enough to be pursuing Katie this way and the truth is, I am. I imagine that when Maddie told me to think very carefully, she probably thought it would take me a lot longer than a day but I’ve always trusted my gut instinct and that’s not gonna change now. I’ve always been a quick and accurate judge of character and even if my conclusions of Katie are quicker than normal, that in itself tells me that my instincts for this woman are right. We fit.
It’s remarkable. It’s fast. But it’s true.
Her delicate fingers laced with mine give me hope that she feels a fraction of the same for me. She didn’t bolt out the stable door the moment she came down from her orgasmic high, clothes in hand, half-dressed and desperate to flee her fling…I wouldn’t have let her even if she had tried mind you.
No, everything with Katie feels natural, the only point of concern for me is Carly. And specifically, that Katie saw me with her yesterday and the last thing I want is for Katie to view me as some sort of cavalier man-whore. I’ve had my fair share of sex and I won’t apologize for it but there were never any expectations or emotions involved and that was always established at the onset so everyone knew where they stood. So, even though my arrangement with Carly means nothing, I worry that Katie will be wondering how I can go from one woman to the other. The timing isn’t ideal and as a rule, I’m not one for regrets, but I’m starting to wish I’d passed on my romp with Carly yesterday.
There’s really no comparison between a woman who’s an occasional sweet distraction, but who I have no romantic feelings towards and the goddess who just took me into her and made me hers. Feelings are definitely in play now and I like the way it…well…feels.
I’m not a callous man; I’m aware that while I’ve stuck to the no emotion rule with Carly, her heart has started to blur the lines for her and I’m going to have to address that and in an ideal world I’d have done that before starting anything with Katie. But Katie has hurtled into my life like a category five hurricane and there’s very little you can do to withstand the onslaught of power like that. And I don’t want to; I’m more than happy to be blown away by the force of Katie.
But Carly is a good woman and I don’t want to – didn’t set out to – hurt her in any way. She’s a total native; born and bred here and never left. Whether she’s too nervous to leave or realizes the beauty of where she lives is far superior to other towns out there, either way, the local men have grown up with her and don’t view her seriously or sexually. She was an awkward teen, a late bloomer and combined with her bright ginger hair and lack of feminine curves, she didn’t get much male attention.
My family moved away for a long while before my late parents and I decided to buy the ranch and move back. By that time, Carly was all woman. It’s like her body compensated for all the years she went without boobs and a waist – she has one of the wickedest bodies around but guys still see her as the gangly teen, not the sensuous woman she grew into. The only attention she gets is from vacationers, which doesn’t help her on the relationship front, or guys who move to town and in recent years they’ve tended to be coupled up family men. Carly frequents Rock Hard and that’s where we decided upon our arrangement; instead of her having no option but to sleep her way through the tourists, she got to have the regular sex she enjoyed with the same guy and I got the same benefit. But where that was enough for me, Carly has always been a de
eply caring person and wants more…I should’ve spotted that.
A gentle squeeze of my hand brings me back to the here and now.
“Are you okay? You zoned out there for a moment,” Katie’s gentle voice is a balm for the guilt I insist on carrying around.
“More than okay,” I say and bend down to kiss her full lips that I’ve noticed sit in a slight natural pout – nothing over the top, just beautiful and plump and begging to be bitten.
I suck on her bottom lip gently, pulling it between my teeth and biting down just enough to tease the sweetest gasp from her. The sound stirs my cock to life again and in no time at all, I’ve swept her through the back door and up the stairs to my room.
It was one of those conscious/unconscious moments – the sort where I have full control of what I want but I want it so badly that my body does everything necessary to facilitate that desire on autopilot. So, before I’m fully aware of how we got here, we’re standing in front of the door to my suite.
I pause, knowing the significance of bringing Katie here instead of downstairs to my sex room (not that she’d readily go there after yesterday anyway, but there are other rooms downstairs at my disposal).
I chose my room for a reason.
“Another first,” I smile tentatively, suddenly nervous but she returns it, her bright eyes questioning. “I’ve never brought a woman to this room. It’s my sanctuary. I’ve never cared enough to share it with someone,” I elaborate.
