Sexual Connection

Hands Down

Ash's car screeched as we pulled in his driveway and he slammed the car door shut. I stepped out slowly looking at the ground, but before I knew it, Ashton's muscular arms were wrapped around my waste. He picked me up and ran inside. As soon as we got in the house he ran to the room and slammed me on the bed. I was ready.

His shirt was instantly ripped off by my shaking hands. He ran his veiny fingers over my breasts and teared off my shirt very quickly. All of our clothing was on the floor in the matter of a minute, but I definitely wasn't complaining. The way he breathed so heavily before we started getting down and dirty turned me on so much. Probably more than it should.

The look in his eyes glistened and then he said, "just tell me if it hurts baby girl." I nodded and pulled him on top of me so that we could get the show running because I seriously could not wait a second longer.

Ashton started thrusting on my stomach just right above where he inserted it just seconds later. It felt so good when we were doing this. Just the way he was so passionate about every move he did made me never want to stop. It just felt so right.

I was about to orgasm and I could feel it coming, but I didn't want him to stop so I let him keep going in and out very quickly. He pulled out because he saw the puzzled look on my face. He said, "are you okay? I told you to tell me if you wanted me to stop babe." I started to say "it's not that, it's just that..." But the way I moaned kind of gave it all away. He smirked and immediately started thrusting in me again, but in a more aggressive way.

The words that came out of Ashton's chapped lips made me even more horny than I already was. He said, "call me daddy from now on...or else..." I could barely manage to get out the words, "okay daddy."

He released into me and it was all uphill from there. He was so incredibly skilled and I never wanted him to stop. Ever.