Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Drunk Ashton could not figure the situation out. He looked down at his lap and my hand and then back up at me. “Does he know he’s holding my dick? Would it be rude to point that out? I can’t make him feel stupid.”
He was fascinating.
“I’m sorry.” Blinking a few times, he took a deep breath. “I’m…I’m slow?”
And doing his best to make sure he didn’t hurt my feelings?
Maybe he thought if he was rude his grumpy Master wouldn’t let him come?
“Then go faster.” Yes, I was fucking with him. No, I wasn’t going to feel guilty about it. “I’m waiting.”
“That’s not good. Waiting is not good.” Mumbling something that made it sound like he was worried I’d just start randomly jerking off, Ashton frowned and then lifted one leg over me and shifted onto all fours.
I was generous and rotated my hand with him so he didn’t accidentally injure himself. He just let out a dramatic huff that sounded like he thought I was ridiculous or he’d worked entirely too hard. Probably both.
“That’s much better.” His reward for the creative problem solving was for me to yank his pants down and bare his ass, giving it a pat. “Much better.”
Burying his face against the bed, he pushed his ass up higher and offered himself up to me. “I…you…and then…yes…Master. Yes, Master.”
That wasn’t enough words for even me to decipher, but his intent was clear when he waved his ass back and forth.
Now.
He’d been politely telling me to hurry the fuck up.
It was probably good the words hadn’t come out clearly, but since he’d been saved by his own incoherentness, I reached over and grabbed the lube off the nightstand. “You’ve kept me waiting long enough. You know what that does to me.”
The sound of the lube sent a shiver through him, but it was his romantic tone that almost made me laugh. “It makes you rough.”
Flowers and presents got happy wiggles, and rough orders and threats got romantic sighs.
I loved him so much, but he’d been very confusing to date in the beginning.
“That’s right, slut.” Squeezing one naked cheek in front of me, I slicked up two fingers and slid them deep inside him in one thrust.
Yep, he’d been very productive when he’d been in the bathroom.
“You’re too loose, slut.” The unsaid accusation of why had him whining and shaking his head…and his ass. “Then what have you been doing?”
Oh, he hadn’t expected that.
His hole clenched around my fingers, and he rocked his hips up and down, fucking himself as he whined. “I…I prepared myself for you, Master. I…I’m your slut.”
It wasn’t bad for how muddled his brain probably felt at the moment.
So I stretched my fingers as I slowly eased them almost all the way out, and the burn along with the threat of losing all that pleasure had him whimpering. “I was good for you. I was good. I’m your slut.”
So fucking sexy.
Pinching the underside of his ass got a yelp and another shiver, and his pleas changed to moaned-out sighs again. “Yes…I was so good…Master’s slut.”
And he was very pleased with how that was turning out.
But I liked him happy as much as he liked me being happy, so I thrust back in harder, nailing his prostate as I gave him the rough play he’d been begging for. “Fuck. Yes. I…such a good boy…”
Laughing would’ve been the wrong response for the scene, but he made it so hard to play the rough asshole.
“My good boy and don’t you forget it.” Working on my own pants as I continued to tease Ashton was harder than he probably realized, but I was sober so that made it doable. “In fact, I think I’m going to make sure you don’t forget it.”
When my dick was free, I pinched his ass again and as he cried out, I traded my fingers for the head of my erection. “Mine.”
Filling him halfway, I waited as he moaned and tightened around me. “Who do you belong to, slut?”
He made several sounds that gave the impression of words, but it took a few moments of shivering and trying to hump the air before he could make them work. “Yours…”
It was probably the best he could do, so his reward was a snap of my hips. Filling him completely got another needy cry…followed by a moan as he came and his body clenched around me.
“Brat.” It wasn’t unexpected, though. Drunk Ashton came like a rocket from just breathing too hard near an erogenous zone. “Did you have permission to come?”
Pulling him up against my chest, I shoved my hand under his shirt as I continued to fuck him hard. Pinching his nipples as I chased my own pleasure got a beautiful mix of sounds from him as he tried to decide if he was being rewarded or punished.