50. Ariel - Fantasy 2

50. Ariel - Fantasy 2
My eyes pop open. 
Asher stands in the middle of the bathroom, his right hand wrapped around his hard cock. His very big cock. Water runs along his skin, and I want to catch every droplet on my tongue. 
I swallow hard, heat flooding me as I imagine sinking to my knees, worshiping him with my mouth and hands until he comes undone for me. My pussy clenches, and a needy moan slips past my lips before I can stop it.
I yank my hand out of my shorts and stumble back a few steps. “I… I shouldn’t be here.”
Asher turns, his lilac eyes locking onto mine, holding me captive in their heat as he starts toward me. Instinct kicks in, and I retreat with every step he takes closer.
“And yet, here you are,” he says, his voice low and rough.
I can’t look away, transfixed as his hand slides up and down his cock—thick, hard… and long.
“Is this why you decided to spy on me in the shower, Princess?” Asher purrs as I retreat to the far end of the room, my back pressing against the door. “You want me inside you, fucking you hard?”
A bead of precum glistens at the tip of his cock, and my tongue slips out to trace my bottom lip, hungry for a taste I don’t dare admit out loud.
Before I can answer, Asher closes the distance, his strong, beautiful body trapping me against the door. He seizes my wrists, pinning my hands above my head, forcing my chest to arch toward him. My breaths turn shallow, ragged, as his free hand cups my breast through my t-shirt.
“No bra,” he groans, his thumb circling my hardening nipple. “Good. Gives me free access to your gorgeous tits.”
A gasp tears from my throat as his mouth descends, capturing my other nipple between his lips. He sucks hard, his tongue flicking over me, and every thought—every doubt about not being wanted—melts away, consumed by pure pleasure and need.
“Asher,” I moan, my voice laced with desire.
His hard cock grinds against me as his mouth moves to my other breast, biting and licking my nipple through the thin fabric of my t-shirt.
Then, suddenly, he jerks his head up, his dark gaze locking with mine. “Why do you keep tormenting me like this, Princess?” he groans, before crashing his mouth onto mine in a punishing kiss. 
He kisses me with lips, tongue, and teeth—biting, sucking, licking. He kisses me with pure desperation, forcing me to reciprocate. 
“Do you see what you do to me, Princess? When will it end?” he groans, his mouth finding the curve of my shoulder before sinking his teeth into my flesh. Not hard enough to pierce my skin, but hard enough to send a jolt of pain through my body. 
“Tell me,” he demands, his voice ragged. “Tell me you need me just as much as I need you. I’ll die if I’m not inside you in the next second. Tell me, Princess—tell me it’s the same for you.”
“Fuck me, Asher. Oh God. Just fuck me.”
His lilac gaze burns into mine. “Ash.”
A frown creases my brow. “What?”
“Call me Ash,” he growls.
My heart slams against my ribs, and a breathless whisper escapes me. “Ash.”
He grunts his approval as he lets go of my hands so he can push my shorts down my hips together with my panties. When they are around my ankles, I step out of them, then Asher removes my t-shirt, leaving me fully naked before him. 
He drops to his knees, pressing a couple of soft kisses against my pussy before tilting his head up to meet my eyes.
“So damn beautiful,” he rasps. “So damn mine.”
My legs part just enough for his tongue to tease my clit, but his palms grip the backs of my thighs, forcing them wider, giving him better access.
His tongue circles my clit while his fingers slide between my folds. One pushes inside, and I gasp.
“So wet,” he murmurs. “Only for me.” 
“Ash,” I cry out in pleasure as a second finger eases in, stretching me, fucking me while his tongue flicks and licks over my clit.
My hands fly to his hair, tangling in the damp strands as I grind against his mouth, desperate for more. Every flick of his tongue sends sparks racing down my spine, every thrust of his fingers pushing me closer to the edge.
“Please,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m begging for—more, harder, everything.
Ash growls against my clit, the vibration making my entire body shudder. “That’s it, Princess. Give it to me. Come for me.”
His fingers curl inside me, finding that spot that makes my knees buckle. I cry out, pulling his hair tighter, holding on for dear life as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.
When I finally come down, trembling and breathless, Ash doesn’t let go. He licks me clean, slow and deliberate, before rising to his feet. His lilac eyes are dark, blazing with hunger.
He hoists me up as if I weigh nothing, my legs instinctively locking around his waist. My back slams against the door, the wood rattling under the impact.
His cock presses against my slick entrance, the heat of him making me moan.
“Ash…” My voice breaks on his name, half a plea, half surrender.
“Say it again,” he growls, grinding against me. “Say my name while I fuck you, Princess.”
I clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. “Ash…”
With a guttural sound, Asher thrusts forward, slamming deep inside me in one powerful stroke. The sudden fullness rips a cry from my throat.
“Fuck, Princess,” he groans, stretching me wide. “You feel so damn tight around me.”
He doesn’t give me time to adjust. His hips snap forward again, hard and fast, driving me higher against the door. The wood shudders with every thrust, and my nails scrape down his back as I cling to him, taking everything he gives me.
“Are you… Am I hurting you?” 
The bullet wound bothers me but not enought to have Asher stop. 
“No,” I gasp, my head falling back, eyes squeezed shut. “Don’t stop—don’t you dare stop.”
Ash growls, his mouth finding my neck, biting hard enough to leave his mark as he pounds into me, each stroke rougher than the last. My body takes it, welcomes it, greedily clutching him deeper.
“You’re mine,” he snarls against my skin. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I moan, arching into him, every nerve in my body burning with pleasure. “All yours, Ash.”
Asher’s thrusts grow harsher, faster, each one pounding me against the door until I swear it’s about to splinter. His teeth scrape along my throat, his breath hot and ragged.
“Come for me, Princess,” he orders, his voice a growl of pure need. “Fall apart all over my cock.”
His thumb finds my clit, rubbing merciless circles in time with his thrusts. The pressure coils low in my belly, too tight, too much—until it snaps. I scream his name as release rips through me, my walls clenching around him in relentless waves.
Asher groans, his rhythm breaking as my pussy squeezes him. “Fuck, Ariel… I’m not gonna last much longer.” He slams into me one final time, buried to the hilt, and with a roar, he comes undone, hot pulses of release spilling inside me.
We cling to each other, trembling, gasping for breath. His forehead drops to mine, sweat dampening our skin as he holds me pinned against the door, his cock still buried deep.
“You wreck me,” he rasps, voice rough, lilac eyes blazing even through the haze. “And I’ll never stop wanting more. Wanting you.”
“Me too,” I say. 
After he pulls out of me, he helps me clean up before I slip my clothes back on.
“Where are the others?” he asks, watching me closely.
“They had to go out but said they’d be back soon.”
Fire blazes in his lilac eyes. “They left you alone?!”

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