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She did as she was told, stripping bare and anticipating for Ashton's arrival patiently while on her knees. The first time he had asked her to wait for him bent over, she was a bit uncomfortable; it made her uneasy at the notion of being in such an amatory position with no one in the room, but she has grown used to it. The wait was the best part of the entire experience. It was suspenseful, and it made her heart race with anticipation. He was bound to come in at any moment, but not knowing exactly when made things... erotic; it was inexpressible, really.
Y/N whimpered aloud, her fingers curling into the sheets to keep herself from easing the prominent flutter recurring from the walls of her cunt. She shoved her face into the pillow, ultimately pushing her bottom farther into the air. But soon, her muscles grew taut, her body being able to sense his presence, no matter how quiet he believed he was. She could feel his eyes on her, and she trembled beneath his stare, her instincts questioning whether it was a threat or not, even though she knew he wasn't.
She felt her arousal trail from her opening and onto her clit, making her groan from the lack of attention toward that area. Ashton ran a hand over her curved spine, and she flinched at the contact. He swiped his thumb across her folds, his eyes softening at how saturated his skin became just from one simple touch.
"Oh, baby..." He exhaled, pressing a kiss to the round of her ass. "You're so good to me." He pressed his thumb on the tender piece of skin that separated her holes, relishing in the sight of her hips twitching.
"Urgh..." She grunted, reaching her hand around to his wrist. "Please."
He smirked, "What?" He pressed sporadic kisses to her skin, his teeth sliding against it every so often. "Hold on, baby, I've got a present for you." He pulled away from her to reach into the bedside table. A click sounded from the object and was followed by a low vibrating. Her thighs quivered at the sound, and she flinched when he pulled back the skin of her pussy, baring her swollen clitoris to him. "Shh..." He soothed; he placed the juddering head on the bead and readjusted it until her legs buckled from the pleasure. "There it is." He chuckled, placing a hand on her back to control her as best as he could. "Does that feel good?" He pressed down harder, turning the notch one level higher.
She gasped audibly, ripping her head from the cushion and slamming her hand into the crumpled sheets to find some way to stable herself, "Yes一oh god一it feels so good." He moved himself so her thigh was settled between his and kissed up her spine, running the tip of his nose along the smooth skin. Her muscles tightened as he pushed the toy harder against the tender node, her pussy burning from how rapidly her orgasm was building up.
"Come, Y/N." She nodded in return, unable to breath let alone fathom answering him with a full statement. He smiled, pressing inattentive kisses to her sore shoulder; his tongue lapped at the salty skin. "That's it, baby, come for Daddy." He gripped her breasts, pushing her back into his chest. He pressed the button once more, making her come nearly instantaneously; her entire body quaked from the force her orgasm crashed over her with.
That's two.
He could feel the toy against his thigh, and his hand had begun to ache from the incessant vibrations, but he actuated the button to make them even more relentless, nonetheless; the need to push her into, yet another, orgasm was more powerful than anything else. With the energy she still possessed, her body attempted to pull away, as it was now somewhat sore from the ongoing stimulation, but his grasp on her merely tightened in retaliation. She whimpered loudly, "Daddy, I-I can't. You know how sensitive I get一"
"Shh, baby, I know, but don't fight it, just relax." Her tremors slackened for a moment, but soon developed once more as she came with a choked moan.
That's three.
He shut the trinket off and tossed it carelessly onto the floor. He kissed her shoulders, forcing his arm between the minuscule opening between her body and the mattress. "You did so good, baby. Can you take some more?" She nodded, pushing her hips against his bulge. He cocked a brow, "Are you sure? We can stop if you're not feeling up to it."
"No," She said, her words muffled slightly from the feather pillow, "I want it, Daddy." She raised herself into her hands once more, rubbing herself onto his boxer-clad thigh.
He chuckled, "Alright, then. Lay over on your side for me, baby girl." She turned over, resting a majority of her weight on her arm, and, after he rid himself of his last garments, Ashton settled himself behind her, running the tip of his cock over the saturated area. He pushed himself into her gently, inching himself into her until he could no longer. He had never taken her like this before, so it was a new experience for the both of them. Her walls stretched around him, and her thighs ached from how widely he was holding them apart. He held onto her knees, impaling himself into her again and again, trying to get some sort of momentum, but had yet to find any.
He grunted as he found his pelvis aching from the amount of effort he was putting forth, it nearly overbeared the actual pleasure that was supposed to be coupled with the experience. "Hold on, baby." He pulled himself from her oasis, resting himself on his knees as pushed her lower limbs closed. He sunk back into her, his eyes closing as their unison gasps thickened the air. He dug his nail beds into her skin, forcing himself into her harshly.
She was completely consumed into everything. Every movement seemed to go deeper inside of her, and every vein on his cock massaged her with the perfect amount of slick friction. He soon found pressure in his lower belly, and he opened her up more, pulling at her legs until they were on either side of his waist. He pounded himself into her, his thighs quivering with both exhaustion and adrenaline.
"Come on." He moaned, sweat dripping through the taut creases of his abdomen. "Come for Daddy, Y/N一shit!" He groaned, feeling her insides squeeze him as she came once more.
That's four.
She was shaking helplessly against him. Under normal circumstances, he would most definitely be holding her and coaxing her through her orgasm, but he was too lost in his own to do so. He pulled himself from her gently, rubbing the head of his cock over her swollen intimates. "Oh, baby." He sighed, biting his lower lip as his cum seeped through her throbbing pussy and onto his prick. "Your cunny's such a mess. Do you think Daddy should clean it up?"
She nodded feebly, running a finger across her pert breasts, "Please, Daddy?" He breathed out sharply, moving himself until his waist was in between her legs once more. He kissed the skin beneath her bust, running his tongue down the length of her midsection.
When he reached her pussy, he smirked, "Anything for my baby." He laid his tongue flat against her and drug it upward, the point of it nestling between her folds for a moment to catch their combined orgasms. He grunted before circling his tongue around her sensitive bud.
She praised, "Yes, yes, yes, yes... right there." Her upper body curled toward him, sitting her up until the top of his head nestled near her belly button. Her trembling fist steadied itself into his hair, tugging on the curled strands to her own content. He moved his mouth onto her opening while his fingers massaged at her clit, his mouth never stopping its suction on her. Her thighs closed around his head as a response to the stimulating actions, her hips jutting upward as her orgasm burned through her body. Her breathing ceased as she began to ache at the overstimulation, her hands pushing him away from her as she helplessly trembled from the irrefutable sensation.
That's five.
It was now a little past five, and Y/N and the boys were congregated at the table. Luke was seated at the end, Calum and Michael took up one side, and Ashton and Y/N did so with the opposite side. While the other guys were deep in conversation, Ashton merely picked at the food on the platter. This odd behavior sparked Y/N's attention, "What's up, Ash?"
He exhaled, his lips nearly curling up into a smirk, "I'm not really hungry."
Her brows pulled together, and her hand moved to his thigh comfortingly, "Are you feeling okay?"
"Well, I should've explained further," He started, pulling his glare from his plate and to her. He simpered faintly before moving to whisper in her ear, "I'm not hungry for food."
She blushed, "Oh." He placed the entirety of his palm over her clothed pussy, rubbing four fingers along the textile.
"Now," He mumbled running the tip of his finger along the clasp of her shorts. "why don't you unbutton these for me... slowly, baby, we don't want the other boys to know what we're doing, do we? They would be so jealous, and we don't want that." She did as she was told, keeping a careful eye toward the conversing boys to ensure they remained oblivious. Ashton pulled his head from hers, acting as though he weren't even touching her, but the two of them knew that wasn't true. His fingers crept beneath her cotton underwear, running them along the hood of her clit. She exhaled heavily. "Be quiet for Daddy." He whispered under his breath, sinking two of his extremities into her.
In an attempt to not seem conspicuous, she coughed, signaling the attention from the remaining men at the table, "So, Mike, how's that new video game?"
The blonde's eyes widened with excitement, "Oh, it's great. Cal tried to play it today, but I totally beat him." He elbowed said boy with a snarky grin arched over his lips. Calum rolled his eyes.
"That's because you cheated." He snarled, hitting him back with the same amount force.
Michael gasped, "Nuh-uh! I won fair and square." The boys began bickering about whose story had the most validity; Luke merely sighed and busied himself on his phone. Unbeknownst to them, she was writhing with pleasure a few feet away, her eyes closed and her lips bitten in an attempt to seal the cries in her lungs. Her skin warmed because of it. Her pelvis twitched when he pushed his thumb in the already close space, moving it from one side to another to force her into a quick orgasm. It worked within a few more moments. It was a fast build up and short overall, which was a good thing speaking that they were, somewhat, in public. It was pleasurable, but didn't necessarily satisfy her needs; she wanted more, needed even.
That's six.
Ashton smirked and pulled his hand from her underwear silently. He placed the coated fingers into his mouth, sucking on them while keeping his gaze on Y/N, who was staring at him with her mouth pursed, as if she were wishing she was the one cleaning his fingers off. They were only in there for a moment, however, for he didn't necessarily want the boys knowing what happened, and he soon wiped the rest of her stimulation off with a napkin, the grin not once leaving his lips.
When Ashton entered the bathroom, it was thick with steam, as she had been in the shower for nearly twenty minutes, and he found himself smiling once he noticed the light tune she was humming. He stripped himself bare and pulled the shower curtain back, making Y/N flinch at the sudden noise. "Mind if I join you?" He inquired, dipping his toe into the water that had yet to reach the drain.
"Oh, no, not at all." She stuttered, a partial grin forming at the sight of him. He returned the expression. Once he was close enough, she placed her hands around his neck, pulling their lips together into a sensual kiss. She soon broke the contact, her nails trailing to his chest, "I love your chest hair." He pecked her mouth again.
"Yeah?" He smirked, biting his lip when she ran her fingers through the thick hairs.
She nodded, "Yeah, I like these ones too." She glanced up at him with a playful expression before trailing a fingertip down to the dark curls that coating his pubic bone.
He grabbed her wrist, asking, "Do you like teasing Daddy?"
"That depends," She replied, her hand wrapping around his flaccid prick, "does Daddy like it when I tease him?" He pulled her finger to his mouth, biting lightly on the skin before pulling it away.
He whispered, "Why don't you put some use to that dirty, little mouth of yours and suck Daddy's cock, yeah?" She kneeled down, being careful as to not slip and fall. She pulled him into her mouth, and he pushed her hair back from her face, licking his lips as she stared up at him with doe-like eyes. "There you go. God, you look so pretty, but I need you to do something for me. Do you think you can handle it?" She released him from her lips, tapping it onto her tongue momentarily before nodding submissively.
"Rub your pussy for me." He demanded.
"But, Daddy一"
"Don't argue with me. You have my permission, rub your pussy while you blow my cock." The water stream pelted into his back, but with her lips around him, it hurt a little less. "Faster." He grunted, noting how her hand was barely moving, but she interpreted this demand differently and stroked his cock at a more rapid pace. "No, no, play with yourself faster." He moaned loudly when she whimpered around him, his balls tapping against her chin every so often. "Don't, fucking, stop rubbing your pussy. I wanna see you make yourself come." He demanded, pulling himself from her mouth. His large hand encased her jaw, constricting its grip on it every so often. "Don't stop, Y/N, you better make yourself come soon, or else I'm going to be very angry." He ran the pad of his thumb over her lips, resting his forehead while whispering, "Are you gonna come, baby?" He kissed her sloppily and began to pull at the skin of his cock, teasing it slowly as he watched her crumble by her own hand. "What are you thinking about?" Her eyes rolled into the back of her skull, her rapid movements becoming audible when mixed with the water.
She stuttered, "I-I'm thinking... about you pounding your big cock into me."
"Yeah?" He smiled, tightening his grasp on her jaw again. "Well, you're not going to get that if you don't come soon." He was taunting her, and it was most definitely working. Her fingers worked at her clit more rapidly, and she said, "I'm gonna come, Daddy, oh god..."
There's seven; that counted, right?
He pulled her mouth onto his, the animalistic need for her taste in him seemingly overpowering everything. He pulled her up at the knees, letting one leg go, so she would be able to stable herself. He kissed her neck softly, rubbing the length of himself over her lips, so he could become lubricated. He pulled his head from her neck, one hand enclosed by her thigh and calf while the other clasped around his girth. He smacked the head of his cock against her to ensure she was ready for his entrance, and she flinched at the contact before moaning loudly. He repeated the action again, rubbing himself over her clit while moving from one side to another. She whimpered, gripping her shoulders for balance.
He sighed, "Oh, you dirty, little girl, are you gonna come again? I'm barely doing anything, and you're already so close to coming. You like having your pussy slapped?"
"Yes, Daddy, I love it." She shuddered, knocking her head against the tiles walls. He splayed his palm on her lower stomach, and his thumb began to knead at her distended clit. And with a single penetration, along with the stimulation coming from her clit, she came again.
That's eight
She held onto him tightly, her nails digging into the dips in his back. Her legs buckled as he thrusted into her relentlessly, but the brash actions made her cry out with pleasure. "Ah, fuck!" He grunted, lifting her thigh higher, impelling himself into her, narrowly giving her a chance to breathe before her cunt tightened around him again, this time excruciatingly tight, he nearly burst at the first constricting flutter of her, but he couldn't stop himself when the continued gradually growing stronger as her orgasm ended, leaving nothing behind but remnants of a feeling she couldn't describe.
That's nine.
The house was quiet; the only sound that seemed to come from it was the wood creaking at odd times. It was comforting, the silence that was. She was curled on her bed, nothing but a worn shirt and panties to keep herself hidden, with a thick paperback in her grasp. Her eyes glazed over each word, her mind furiously trying to find some sort of hidden meaning behind the ink.
A few feet away, Ashton laid in his bed, his mind racing, similar to hers, but for a different purpose of course. He thought of that morning, the expression of pure euphoria on her face as he made her come again... and again. A surge of need made his veins become hot; nine just simply couldn't suffice. He jumped up from his bed. Ashton soon arrived at her door, leaning his hip against the doorway while watching her read through her latest novel. She smiled, "Hey, Ash, what're you doing in here?"
He shrugged, "Nothing." She glanced at him blandly, her mouth pursing as a sign of her doubt. "What? You're choosing now question me?" He laughed, curling a hand through his hair. "I just want to give you a goodnight kiss." He stated innocently. He smoothed her duvet, pausing for a moment before asking, "Do you know what an Australian kiss is, Y/N?" She shook her head, playing along with his game. "What?" He cried out exasperatedly, "They're my specialty."
She raised her brows, placing her book on the side table, "What is it?"
"Well, I could show you." He sat down at the foot of her bed, running his fingers along her shins. "Would you like that?" At the sight of her nodding, he leaned forward, pressing his lips onto the lump of her throat.
"Ash?" She questioned, a little moan slipping through her lips as he kissed her neck tenderly. "What exactly is an Australian kiss?" He pulled himself away from her before settling himself near her ankles.
"It's like a French kiss..." He admitted, peppering his mouth up her right leg before sinking his teeth into the meat of her inner thigh lightly once he reached it. "but from down under." He finished with a giggle, pulling her panties to the side and practically inhaled her clit; he need to make her come, just one last time.
"Oh, god!" She gasped. Her heels dug into the billowy mattress, forcing her hips into his face and her back into an arch. She was so very delicate from the many orgasms she encountered throughout the day, but her body pushed through the dull ache to find satisfaction. Her arms trembled as she clutched into the sheets, her face contorting with a look of pleasure; this is what he needed, just one more. Her euphoria built up and up... but everything must fall, mustn't it?
She would jump into anything if it meant she would be able to feel this sort of ecstasy. The kind that made her want to moan, or just do anything to express what she was feeling, but the sheer power of it made her simply speechless. It was the kind of feeling that made her fall even more deeply in love with the man that was giving her such bliss. The kind that made her want to sob because she couldn't fathom what she was feeling, but it made her want to yell at the same time. It was a conflicted feeling, bittersweet, just achingly beautiful.
There's ten.
