Part 38

                                    

                                          
"Oops, almost disappeared at a critical moment... read on..."
My POV 
"Moan my name." He whispered.
"Mmmh..."
"You want to say something?" His mouth returned to suck at my neck.
"I mmmh... aaah... fuck!" I heard myself cry out. "Ash, please..."
"Don't even think of cuming on my hand." He growled in my ear.
"Oh come on..."
"Babe," He said without breaking any of the rhythms he was creating. "My little bitch."
"Mmmh..."
"My bitch..." He repeated, kissing the area between my little breasts.
"Yeah?" I forced myself to say even if the only thing I felt like doing was screaming to urge him on.
"You want to say something?" He was frustratingly calm, as though he wasn't the one robbing me of my breath and mind.
"Yeah..."
"Yeah?"
"Get inside me," I gasped.
"You want me inside you?" he asked, and I knew he was wearing a smirk somehow.
"So bad... Please Ash," I whimpered. "Fuck me please."
"If I listen to you, will you say my name?" he asked, clearly enjoying the position I was in.
"Yes. Just fucking do it." I insisted.
"You've got some violent nerve up there, Princessah."
"Traceigh, please?"
"Now you're a good girl." Ash yanked off my pants leaving the sneakers on and spanked me. I squirmed in anticipation.
"You're always hungry." He spoke as he stepped outside the car and flipped me over, so that my ass was sticking out the car. "Is it for everyone or just for me?" He spread my legs and stepped closer.
"Just for you."
"You earned this." He thrust deep inside me, drawing a painful yelp out of me. "I'll never get enough of that sound."
He was big and I shifted to accommodate him. It always hurt when he enters for the first time but the pain is one of the best pars of getting him in me. I was addicted to the feel of it.
"I'll never get enough of you ooah..." I said as he thrust deeper into me.
"Oh yeah..." He leaned over supporting his hand on the roof of the car. "You happy now?"
"Yes." I smiled. "Fuck me harder,"
Ash came all the way out but before I could protest, he thrust fully inside me. He paused to let me adjust to his size. I liked that he always cared about me even when it seemed impossible to think rationally.
I wasn't able to be rational like him, so I didn't really appreciate his care at the moment. I wanted all of him as fast as I could get it.
"Faster."
"My greedy bitch?" He placed his right hand around my throat and the other on my boob.
"All yours"
"Say my name." he did a little roll of his hips to tease me.
"Please, fuck me harder, Traceigh."
And with that he thrust harder and faster.
"Mmmh... Oh... ooooh..." The sounds escaped me with every thrust he made, satisfaction filling me every time he pounded on me. "Traceigh oo... oooh..."
"You okay?" he asked not stopping his movement.
"Fuck me if I am," I tried lifting my head and when I couldn't I arched my back further inward. "Please aaa-ah..." I was on the verge but something was holding me back.
"You want to cum?" He asked, his voice husky. It was evident he was holding himself back too.
"Yes please," I spoke. I can only come at his instruction. It was torture but one that I'd kill to experience over and over again. 
Removing the hand from my boob, he held my leg a little higher and his thrusts intensified. My moans became louder and his words become restrained.
"Oh yeah... you're so sweet Princessah, You know I love you?"
"Yeah..."
"I love you... I'll never stop, oh yeah?"
"Mmh yeah, don't stop..."
"My little bitch yeah, oh yeah... Oh fuck! Come with my name."
"Mmmh-ah ooo..."
"My name..."
"Mmmh, Traceigh!" That was when I lost it.
I could only vaguely feel his movements become more vigorous as he came with me, 
A minute later he reached for a hand towel and moist tissues from one of the compartments and wiped himself. When he was done, he threw the towel at me. "Clean up."
"No." I told him and continued laying on the chair.
"You want to keep sticking your ass out like that?" He asked while he buckled up.
"Yeah,"
"You want me to take you for another ride right here?"
"No," I jumped up and grabbed my pants.
"Clean up first."
"Am clean." I said as I pulled on my pants. "Plus am trying to heal. Am hurting, you hurt me."
He paused for a while before lifting my face to his. "You'll be okay." He kissed the side of my lips lightly and kissed my forehead. "I wouldn't hurt you on purpose, you just want to complain. Also, you were the one screaming 'oh, Traceigh my love, fuck me please. Harder, harder or I'll never fuck with you...'" He used a terrible imitation of my voice.
"Hey, stop it. I never said that." I covered my blushing face.
"Oh you did." He got behind the wheel. "You thought I don't understand your alien language?"
I smiled. He was so paranoid over hurting me he was trying to keep my mind off it. He started the car.
"Where do we go?" He asked.
"Take me home. My place."
"I thought I heard you begging me to take you to my place." He stated, speeding out of the parking lot. "You want to fuck at your place all of a sudden?"
"Well... Am I the only one that thinks something is off? Probably I'm just making up things. Read en, enjoy and don't forget to vote :-)"