Page 109 of For Your Consideration

Not wanting to leave her waiting, I stepped out of my boxers, my cock springing free.

“Damn, how are you getting hard already? Your stamina is impressive.”

“You’re swearing a lot tonight,” I pointed out as I took a step toward her, some of my cum still on my dick. “Everything about you turns me on. I’m not surprised he’s ready for you again. Just your eyes on me can turn me on.”

“You’re bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with.”

I smirked as I came to stand in front of her. “I’ll fit.” I reached down and stroked myself, her heavy gaze locked on me.

“Of course you will.”

Dropping to my knees, we were both quiet as I worked her up, giving myself some recovery time and making sure she was ready for me. I licked, sucked, and nipped to get her close to the edge.

“I want you inside of me, please.” The desperation in her voice did me in and I pulled away, my cock now fully hard. I stood and she sat up, focused on me.

Her hands reached out and I hissed as she touched me for the first time. “Careful, sweetheart. I’ve been pent-up for a while. I won’t last long and I’m not coming again tonight anywhere but inside you.”

Her hands still ghosted over my cock, working their way to my balls and then back as I took a deep breath, trying really fucking hard not to come from her touch.

“Do you have a condom?” She looked up at me, almost nervous about the question, but I didn’t flinch. She’d gotten pregnant accidentally and was then abandoned by the man that was supposed to be there for her.

“Bedside table on the left.”

I moaned as she turned and crawled away from me, her ass in the air. She knew just what she was doing as she arched her back, wiggling it a little before she grabbed a condom from the drawer.

She moved back in front of me, now on her knees. I watched closely as she ripped it open and rolled it down my length. I tensed at her slow teasing pace.

“You’re fine with this?” she asked.

“Of course.”

“It’s just I’m not on birth control since I haven’t had a reason to and I—”

I crashed my lips into hers, cutting her off. I guided her down until she was lying on the bed before I pulled back and hovered over her.

“No explanations here. You get to be who you are. Ask for what you want. Tell me what you need. No judgment. No pushback.”

Her face softened as she took a deep breath. “Thank you, Ash.”

I leaned forward and kissed her again. “You don’t have to thank me either.”

Before she could reply I reached around, undid her bra, and freed her tits. I’d caught glimpses of them before, but not like this.

“They’re—” she began.

My cutting look stopped her from saying anything else. “They’re fucking perfect.” I reached out and massaged them and she moaned. “Plump and just right for my hands.”

“Use me how you want, Asher.” Her hands moved to my shoulders and those words almost made me come again.

“Careful what you offer me, sweetheart.” My voice was husky as I reached between us and shoved two fingers back in her pussy, moving them in and out, thrilled to find she was still dripping.

“I don’t want your fingers,” she moaned, her hips arching into my hand.

“No? What do you want?”

“I want to feel you inside me, Ash. I want to know what that thick cock feels like.”

“I could never say no to you,” I grunted as I pulled my fingers out of her and then rolled us over, putting her on top of me. “I want you in control.”