He used the same fingers to stroke all the way down my body, swiping my clit. My abs jumped that time.
I bit my lip again, swinging my head to the side and closing my eyes. Was I ashamed of my body? Being overdeveloped as a kid and the tallest, hell yeah I was ashamed. Having grown men and women fuck me with their eyes and imagination for years had me hating my body. It made me visible too soon.
“Don’t do that, Tori,” he snapped, voice thick. “Don’t turn away as though I’m the only one to enjoy this.” He grabbed my hips at the side.
When he had my attention again, he lowered himself to his knees and put his mouth on me. In no time, my belly heated, hips lurching uncontrollably. It wasn’t an orgasm; it was his touch. His tongue was firm and slithery, roaming in places I’d never seen down there.
“You’re wet already,” he murmured. “Taste so fuckin’ good.” Then his lips were on me, kissing.
His tongue swiping then pumping inside of me. My belly coiled and vibrated. Now that I knew what coming felt like, I could tell when it was about to happen. When his hands reached up to massage my tits then stroked my hard nipples, my hands slapped over my eyes and I fought back a moan. Nothing else in this world felt as good as what Ashton did to me—other than winning in the ring. Nothing topped that.
But this…
His hand yanked my arm down, my palm leaving my face. He placed it on his head. Shit. It was carpet-thick and silky at the same time. This touch seemed too intimate, too much control it gave me. When I looked down my rolling body, I found his eyes on me as his mouth shot me into orbit. I came hard. The embarrassment from the moan that slipped had me closing my eyes again, my head rolling back, my body rolled back until I saw the headboard.
And Ashton licked and licked until that sweet timing for him to stop. My frame was yanked back into place and he was over my body, in my mouth. He kissed me hard, sharing what he called heaven. It was the scent and taste I was beginning to get used to. My nipples brushed against his chest and I reached for him with unsteady hands. We kissed until I was breathless, dizzy with wanting him again.
He lifted from me, standing between my legs again. “Pull down my pants.” I didn’t hesitate to sit up, body wobbling. Pulling down his pants terrified me. It was weird how I wanted this so bad, but each step scared me. The sight of his dick was becoming familiar to me now, which helped. My eyes couldn’t leave it as he kicked the pants from around his feet. “No,” he groaned. “I want inside you too fuckin’ bad. Lay back.”
A whisper of insecurity questioned if he didn’t like when I sucked him off. But I didn’t have time for that.
He pulled me closer to the end of the mattress. To him. His eyes were heavy as he reached down and rubbed my clit over and over to a build. His dick was hard, curled like a banana up to his belly. He wiped my pussy with the head of it and again, the pleasure of it all forced my eyes closed. He rubbed with his thumb and pushed inside with his veiny thickness. And the pain. Fuck. It was like a rock blocking him from getting inside of me.
“You have to relax, KaToria,” his voice no more than a soothing hush. “I’ll let you cover your face, but you have to breathe, baby.”
A gush of air left my mouth, and I tried relaxing my thighs. My clit was so sensitive and I could feel inside my pussy swelling. Could feel each centimeter he slipped inside.
“You ever fantasize about this?” His voice thick and lazy, his face hard as stone. “You ever find yourself wondering what having my dick inside you would look like?” I swallowed thickly, embarrassingly turned on by his arrogance. I could feel my titties bouncing and, for the first time, was not disturbed by it. “I did. The first time was when the Panthers saw you working out for your trainers, and you had on that flimsy ass sports bra. I imagined my cock between your juicy tits, being hugged, massaged, then drained by