My cock was rock-hard.
Getting to my feet, I slid my boxers down, exposing my rock-hard cock. I had the lubrication in my hand, and I moved behind her. Opening the lube, I squeezed some on my fingers and pressed them against her asshole, getting her nice and wet.
She let out a little gasp, and if it was possible, her body got even tighter at my touch.
“You can end this at any time.”
I had every intention of fucking her ass, but I planned to enjoy her pussy first, getting her used to taking cock before I brought her to the more intense side of fucking. She’d made her choice by the last dare she’d given me.
“No, I want this.”
I wasn’t sure if that was a lie or not. Either way, I pressed the tip of my finger against her ass.
Tension mounted in her body as I worked my finger over her puckered hole.
Pressing the tip against her tight muscles, it was near impossible to penetrate her ass. In and out, I worked my finger inside her.
She was so tight.
I put down the tube of lubrication and reached between her thighs to cup her pussy. Spreading her lips, I stroked across her clit, feeling the moisture begin to gather. I stroked and teased her clit, driving her wild with need. I wanted her to be completely into it. Taking her ass, if I wasn’t careful, was going to hurt. I didn’t want to hurt her. All I wanted to do was get her to the point of pleasure that she couldn’t handle it.
In and out, I worked my finger in her ass while teasing her pussy, drawing her closer to the peak, driving her higher and higher.
She was so tight.
Adding a second finger, I continued to work her pussy, feeling her tighten all around me with each flick across her pussy.
She was getting wetter.
My dick was so fucking hard.
When I could stretch her ass to a third finger, her hands gripped the edge of the sofa. Her knuckles were pure white, but she also let out a moan, and her cunt was dripping. She pressed her palm against me, but she wasn’t trying to push away from me.
Letting her go, I swiped my palm across my dick, covering it with her arousal before grabbing the lube.
She was nice and slick, but I didn’t want to hurt her, and the only way to guarantee that was to be prepared.
I coated my entire length and tossed the tube to the side. I wasn’t going to be needing it.
With her in position, I angled her just right so I could have the perfect access to her body. She tensed up again.
“Fucking relax,” I said.
I gripped her hip as I pressed the tip of my cock to her anus.
She tightened up.
Moving from her hip, I cupped her pussy again while at the same time I worked my dick into her ass.
I pushed past the tight ring of muscles, and she released a cry. It wasn’t one of pain, but I held myself within her, stroking her pussy, building her orgasm back up, until she was the one pushing against my cock, trying to take me.
Inch by glorious fucking inch, I pressed into her tight little asshole.
Ashley took me balls deep, and as I sat at the hilt, the hand I’d been holding my dick to guide into her slid up, wrapping around her neck, pulling her back against me.
I was still teasing her clit, not wanting to let go. Giving her every single kind of pleasure I could think of.
My name fell from her lips.
A promise?
Hunger?
Slowly, I began to work my dick out of her tight ass until only the tip of me remained. I did shallow thrusts, not pushing all the way in, working her pussy as I took her ass.
She was so fucking tight. I knew her pussy was going to be as well. No man had possessed her ass or her pussy.
I was going to be claiming all of it.
Ashley’s firsts all belonged to me.
Biting her neck, I sucked on her pulse, desperate to mark her. To secure her as mine for the rest of my fucking life. I couldn’t get enough.
I felt the change within her ass. The flutters telling me she was about to come. I didn’t make her wait.
As I got her off, her moans filled the room, echoing off the walls. Ashley came with abandon, never holding back. She didn’t fake it. Every single part of her was real. As she came, she became mindless. Her body jerking against me, begging for more, riding my cock as I fucked her ass.
I gritted my teeth, trying to stop myself from coming, but it was no use. I wanted to fuck her so hard.
Holding myself back wasn’t a practice I was used to.
The instant her release was over with, I grabbed her hips and fucked her ass, going deeply, using her body to satisfy my own needs.
My fingers tightened, and I knew I was going to leave marks tomorrow, but I didn’t care. I slammed deep inside her and flooded her asshole with my cum.
We were both panting.
I didn’t pull away, not immediately.
Moving her hair out of my way, I kissed her neck. “Be careful how you play with me, Ashley.”
It wasn’t supposed to sound like a threat, but even to my own ears, it did.
Chapter Eleven
Ashley
I hadn’t seen Earl since last night.
He didn’t come to bed.
At least, I didn’t think he did. There was no mark on the bed to show he’d been there. I lay for an hour after I woke, touching his pillow, wondering why he didn’t join me.
It wasn’t like him.
In the short time I’d known him and we’d been sleeping together in the same bed, I’d gotten used to his arms holding me.
One night, and I already missed him.
Even after what happened last night, I still wanted him to hold me.
The game shouldn’t have gone the way it did.
I couldn’t take the dare back, and once it left my mouth, and I wanted to see if he’d actually see it through. Of course, he may not, and my submission to him was fruitful. Only … I’d enjoyed it.
The way he’d taken me.
His gruff demand.
His hands on my body.
The touch of his cock.
His fingers.
All of it created a hunger I didn’t understand.
How could I feel anything for him? And yet, I had.
By the time he’d worked my ass and my pussy, I’d wanted it. I didn’t mind what he had to do to get it.
I was sore this morning. After he’d completed inside my ass, he hadn’t wasted any time. He’d used tissues to cover my anus, wiping the drops of his cum that spilled out. Then he’d picked me up and carried me upstairs even though I told him not to. He’d run me a bath and stayed with me as I washed.
The salts had helped to ease the tension that had built within my body.
I couldn’t believe I was still a virgin but had experienced anal sex.
After flinging off the blanket, I walked to the bathroom. Once I’d used the toilet, I flushed and went to the sink. I washed my hands, reached for my toothbrush, and went through the motions of my morning routine.
Breath fresh, face washed, hair in some kind of order, I walked back into the bedroom.
Without thinking, I made the bed before finding something to wear. I settled on a summer dress. This time, I wore a bra and panties.
I’d been a little more adventurous on the island and opted for no underwear, but today, it felt like an extra layer of protection.
When my stomach’s growls got too loud to ignore, I left the bedroom in search of the kitchen.
Stale bread lay on the counter beneath a towel, getting ready for the French toast I intended to make.