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Selma

Ashton closed his mouth over my clit, and I buckled.

"Ah," I moaned, sinking my hand into his hair. I hung between the balance of keeping him there to continue his pleasurable ministrations or pushing him away because the sensations were too much to bear.

Eventually, I settled for keeping him there because if he stopped, I might die of sheer need.

Ashton lapped at my swollen cunt, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth before biting down gently. Tears of ecstasy pricked behind my eyes as I cried out, clutching his hair so tightly I was surprised he didn't bellow in pain.

"So responsive," he whispered, blowing cool air on my pulsing clit. "So fucking beautiful."

I shuddered, my eyes drifting shut, letting the explosions flow through me. His fingers stroked my core, and then he was sliding one finger in and then two.

"You're so beautiful, all spread out like this, just for me." He curled his fingers inside me as I whimpered pathetically, my eyes snapping open. "How badly do you want me, peaches?"

I couldn't bring myself to speak, not when he was finger fucking me so gently yet so firmly. Not when my insides were screaming for a release so intense that it would probably send me to an early grave.

He stopped, and I almost whined. "I asked you a question. How badly do you want me?"

My mouth felt drier than the fucking Sahara. I swallowed regardless, wetting my lips. "Touch me, Ashton."

He hit that spot that had my hips jolting upward. "That's not an answer."

"So fucking bad," I cried. "I don't just want you. I need you."

The devious smile that formed on his face told me I'd given him the right answer. His fingers started to move again, and I let out a shameless moan, one hand gripping his hair and the other searching aimlessly for something, anything to hold on to.

"Scream, Selma," he ordered, adding another finger and flicking the tips inside me—just the way I liked it. You've never known how to shut up before. Don't start now."

I choked on a sob, my hips practically lifting off the floor. "It's…too…too much." I needed to come. It was the only thing I could think of. The only thing I wanted.

He licked his lower lip. "I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that." When he added his tongue, sucking my entire clit into his mouth, I did scream so loudly that people on the next floor must've heard me.

My orgasm hit me like a punch in the gut. The earth stuttered on its axis, and everything cut to white light as trails of fire exploded inside me. I held my breath, scared that even something as little as breathing could send me into oblivion.

"Holy fuck," I vaguely heard Ashton mutter, but I couldn't respond because I was too busy riding the waves of pleasure to come up to shore.

"I've never met anyone so…receptive," he said.

I opened my eyes halfway to see Ashton staring down at me in wonder as if he was seeing me for the first time. On the other hand, I felt like I was seeing for the first time. Having an orgasm was a wondrous fucking experience. And if it was the kind that knocked the breath out of your lungs like the one I just experienced, then rest assured you come out every single fucking time feeling like a brand-new person.

"And you’re wearing far too many clothes," I meowed, beckoning him to take them off.

Chuckling, he pushed backward so he was kneeling between my legs. "You want my cock, don't you, you needy little thing?"

Licking my lips, I nodded, my eyes trained on his engorged crotch. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, he pulled them down in one quick motion. His hardened erection sprung out proudly, staring at me as if daring me to come close.

We'd been so caught up in a delirious haze that night that I hadn't thought to stop and look at him. Now, however, he stood to his full height in his birthday suit, throwing the sweatpants off his legs and tossing them to the side.

I looked at him now, my mouth watering. He was all fucking muscle. No extra flesh. Hard, toned muscles all fucking through. I sucked in a breath, my gaze lingering on the organ sticking out between his legs. It was…big, for lack of a better word. Angry green veins like thin straws danced around the length. The head was a dark pinkish color, and a tiny bead of liquid formed on the thin opening. Without giving it a second thought, I went on my knees and licked it.

Ashton hissed, fisting his hands by his sides. "Peaches, I strongly advise against that."

I smiled up at him from under my lashes. "You know, I don't have a gag reflex."

One of his brows shot up. "You don't say. Words are nothing unless backed up by actions."

At that, I gripped him by the base and took him into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. The sound that escaped his lips was like fuel to my fire, egging me to draw back until only his crown was in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it, looking up to see his eyes blazing as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

In all honesty, he looked fucking high. And I loved it. I loved that I had the power to make him feel that way.

Then he sunk his hand in my hair and pushed me back so that I was lying on my stomach. "That's enough," he panted. "I need to be inside you now."

In a matter of seconds, Ashton was on top of me, pushing his body upward until his cock teased at my opening. My hand grabbed his bicep, causing him to meet my eyes.

"Condoms," I said weakly.

He snorted. "What am I going to do? Get you pregnant again?"

Touche. "Right. I meant…have you been with anyone since then?" Asking such a ridiculous question made me feel stupid because it seemed like I was jealous or something. And I wasn't. Not even close.

Ashton smirked as if he could read my mind. "Fishing for information, are you? Jealous?"

I rolled my eyes. "You wish."

He leaned down to lick my lips, and I bit back a moan. "What if I am?"

"That's your problem. Not mine." He kissed me, and I opened my mouth for his tongue to slip in. The topic of the discussion was almost inconsequential.

"Fair enough," he murmured when he pulled away. Really, with the way liquid fire burned between us, I was surprised we weren't already fucking the brains out of each other.

"To answer your question, no, I haven't been with anyone else since that night. Kinda hard to fuck someone else when I can't stop thinking about you."

I held his gaze, feeling a warmth explode somewhere inside my chest. Every single warning bell in my head was ringing at an alarming rate for me to get up and walk away at the sudden wave of intimacy, but because I never listened to common sense, I lay there and gazed up at him, fighting the urge to blush. I was a dumbass.

When I didn't respond, he asked, "Have you been with anyone?"

I shook my head because I didn't trust myself to not go off about how I hadn't been able to stop thinking about fucking him too.

"Good." Ashton stroked my slit with the tip of his cock. "Because you're not allowed to fuck anyone else. Ever."

I raised a brow, about to tell him to shove his entitlement up his ass, but he suddenly entered me, cutting me off.

Fucking wow. He was bigger than I remembered. I gasped at the sharp twinge of pain that shot through me at the intrusion, my eyes wide open and my chest heaving as he pushed into me slowly, inch by inch, until he was completely buried inside me.

"Oh, God," I moaned. Ashton's mouth was everywhere—my mouth, my neck, my ears—dishing out pleasure with his ravenous tongue. He pushed out of me entirely, then thrust into me viciously, almost angrily, bracketing my face with his forearms.

"Spread those legs for me, peaches," he grunted into my ear, and my legs fell open, my heels digging into his backside.

Oh, it was even better than the first time. His hips did this amazing thing where he circled his cock inside me, and I mewled, wanting more. Lifting my hips to take more of him, I swept my hands down his back and dug my fingernails into the muscular globes of his taut ass, pressing him even further against me.

"Your pussy is gripping my cock so good. Such a good, dirty girl." His words were doing wicked things to me. I wailed, squeezing my eyes shut.

Lowering his face into the crook of my neck, Ashton cursed into my skin as he sucked. It was going to leave a mark in the morning—he had been doing that all night, and I was pretty sure my entire neck was covered in hickeys—but I was too far gone to care about anything that wouldn't end in me shaking like a leaf under him.

Moving faster, Ashton's thrusts took my breath away. He hooked a hand behind my knee, throwing it over his shoulder. In this position, I was impossibly bare to him, and there was nowhere to hide even if I wanted to. I grabbed at his ass again, feeling the tense muscle bunch beneath my fingers.

When his cock bumped that spot, I let out a loud ass, needy moan, writhing against him, desperate for completion. He snaked a hand down to find my clit, roughly brushing his thumb against the little nub.

"Come for me, peaches," he drawled.

Pressure built in my abdomen as my eyes opened. My walls clenched around him, sweat dripping down the side of my face.

"I'm so close—" Never in my life had anything felt so good. Stars exploded behind my eyes. I felt like I was levitating as shockwaves rippled through my body, causing my toes to curl.

His orgasm hit him a second later. His pleasure-filled groans spewed into my ears as his hips bucked and his seed spilled inside me.

My chest heaved with frantic breaths. Ashton collapsed halfway on top of me, careful not to crush me with his weight. The musky scent of sex permeated the air as we both came down to earth.

God help me, I thought wryly. If I didn't know a few hours ago that Ashton completely owned my body, then I sure knew it now.

And damn if it wasn't the scariest thought I'd ever had.