Page 83 of Ash Storm

She moaned.

“Yes. Take your pleasure,” he groaned. “You’re going to kill me before I even get inside you.”

And she’d never been with a man who enjoyed her pleasure as much.

His thick, calloused hands palmed her breasts. He pinched the nipples almost roughly, straddling the fine line between pleasure and pain, then raised his head and took first one and then the other between his lips, suckling and soothing them gently.

Desire shot through her. She lowered herself, this time right onto his thick cock. And even though she was wet, and oh-so-fucking-ready, in this position, he felt absolutely huge.

She slowed as soon as the head was in, placed her palm on his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat.

“You’re … so much,” she said.

“Take your time, Re,” he said. And she could see how much it cost him to stay still—and loved that he had the self-control to stay still for her.

Slowly, the pressure and the pleasure merged, and she was able to take more of him inside her. She rode him, taking them both higher and higher. And she wasn’t the kind of woman who always came during vaginal penetration, but this time there was no question.

She was going to come, and she was going to come hard.

“Slow down if you don’t want me to come, Re,” he groaned, his large hands grabbing onto her butt.

She didn’t slow down, and she didn’t stop. She leaned down and pressed her lips to his, her hips still undulating against him, both of them hurtling towards an explosive nova.

She came first, her inner muscles contracting against his cock, the pleasure so intense it made her lightheaded. Moments later, he stilled inside her, gripping her hips tight as he found his own release.