fucking loving it.
He speeds up, then, and I thrust back against him, moving my hips in sync with his. When I clench my pussy, pulling the muscles as tight as I can, he growls against the nape of my neck and bites the skin there lightly, still thrusting into me.
“That’s it, get ready for it,” he murmurs.
“I’m ready,” I manage to gasp out, my breath coming hard and fast as we move faster, harder. His balls slap against my pussy lips, and I’m sure I’ll have black and blue marks on my ass where his hips are colliding with my cheeks. I don’t care. “I want your cum, Damon. Come inside me.”
“I’m going to fill that tight little pussy with cum.” His hands reach under me to grab my breasts again, massaging hard and tight. My already hard nipples ache so hard they feel like they’re going to burst, but it’s a pleasurable ache. One that I want to keep feeling as long as possible.
He arches his hips, angles so that his cock drags along my front inner wall, and I gasp in surprise as his tip rakes hard across my G-spot. My knees start to tremble, but now that he’s found the sweet spot, Damon doesn’t give me any reprieve. He keeps fucking me right there, making sure his cock hits my G-spot on every inward and outward thrust. Before long, my breath comes in gasping pants, as the orgasm sweeps toward me.
I cry out when it hits, my voice so loud that a distant part of my brain wonders if the guards will register it as a scream. I don’t care. I’m too lost in the pleasure, loving the feeling of Damon’s cock inside me. He continues to fuck me without pause, without so much as a break to let me catch my breath. The sensation of his cock still sliding over and over my already-sensitive G-spot makes a second, smaller orgasm hit me almost right away, my legs shaking under me as I scream again, this time into the pillow.
Damon laughs softly behind me. “I love hearing you come for me,” he murmurs. But I manage to regain control of my body for long enough to thrust back against him, then, and I’m rewarded by hearing his own gasp, and feeling his cock shudder inside me as he nears the edge himself.
“Come inside me,” I gasp, thrusting back against him. “Come in me, Damon.”
A low growl is my only response. He’s beyond words now. He grabs my hips and pulls me back against him, hard, as his cock spreads my pussy wide. With one last hard fuck, he starts to come, his cock shuddering inside my pussy, and white-hot semen coating my walls as he finishes. I tighten my pussy around him, clenching the muscles as hard as I can, and I’m rewarded with another spasm from his cock, another wash of cum. So much of it. Fucking hell, that’s hot.
He pulls back, and I moan faintly, especially when the hot liquid drips down my legs in a rush—a combination of both our juices, making the air in this small room hot and thick with the scent of sex.
I collapse forward onto the bed, breath coming short and fast. I’m not sure what I expect now, but it isn’t this. It isn’t Damon lying down alongside me, wrapping both arms around my waist and pulling me tight against him. It isn’t him resting his chin on my shoulder, so his warm breath caresses my ear as he murmurs against my skin, “You’re too good for your father.”
I frown and try to turn, glance back at him. But he just tightens his grip, holds me in place.
“He doesn’t deserve your sacrifice, Ashley,” Damon whispers.
6
Fucking hell. I never knew it could feel like this. I never knew anyone could make me feel the way Ashley Marrón does. Not just the sex—although that is fucking mind-blowing, I have to admit. But I’ve never felt so tempted to open up to someone before. Especially not the last person on the planet I should be trusting or opening up to. The one person sent here to make me do just this, to win information for her snake of a father, who’d use that information to put me in solitary for life, or probably worse if he thought there was a chance I might someday speak out against him.
The moment I tell Ashley what really happened—the moment her father gets his hands on