Page 94 of Apathy
His hand wrapped around my ass cheeks, lifting me up until his lips mashed with mine, fighting for dominance, fighting for something I couldn’t explain.
“You taste like me,” he muttered against my lips. “I need to fuck you, Moonshine. I need to be inside you.”
He didn’t have to say anything else. I moved backward and sat on the table, moving myself further away from the edge, waiting for him to come to me.
Ash rolled the condom over his member, fisting himself at the base of his dick, and took a step toward me, like a predator with its prey.
Words weren’t needed as he unclasped my bra from the front, letting it fall to the sides, devouring me with his eyes. His greedy hands ran over my stomach, his thumbs digging into my ribs, as if he was holding himself still, trying to control the animalistic urges rushing through his veins.
“Ash,” I panted.
I arched my back, pushing my chest higher, as his fingers started circling my erect nipples, driving me out of my mind.
“You are the most perfect thing I have ever owned,” he murmured, peppering my chest with kisses, going lower and lower, until his face was above the hem of the skirt he lifted earlier. “I’m going to ruin you for every other man out there.”
“I don’t want other men,” I gasped. “I want you. Only you.”
“Then you’ll have me, Moonshine.”
In a move too fast for the human eye to catch, he pulled me to the edge of the table and lined his dick with my opening. He dragged his member over my slick folds until he found the welcoming heat of my body.
I pushed myself up, holding my weight on my hands, as he pushed inside in one swift thrust, knocking the breath from me.
“Fuck!” he roared, stilling inside me, letting me adjust to his size. “You feel so good, Moonshine.” He stared at where the two of us connected. “This is my favorite place on earth.”
“Ash, please,” I whimpered. “I need you to move.”
And he did. Painfully slow at first, wearing that self-satisfied little smirk on his face while I begged him to increase his pace, to give me what I wanted, and then something snapped, taking over him.
More animal than man, he pushed me down, my back pressing against the cold wooden desk, and wrapped one hand around my neck. He pressed on my clit with the thumb on his other hand, the maddening inability to move, to see what was happening, driving me insane.
Something unfolded in my stomach, the fire rushing from my body to that one spot, threatening to erupt.
“Hold it,” he growled against my ear, bending down, and increasing the pace.
The table groaned beneath us, its legs scraping against the floor, creating a cacophony of noises. I turned my head to the side and looked at the ceiling-high window, trying to think of anything else, just to hold off a little bit longer.
“Ash!” I cried out, losing the grip on my body. “I can’t—”
His hand tightened around my throat, cutting me off. “Yes, you can!”
Pistoning his hips, he moved his hand from my clit, and held onto my hip, keeping me in one place. My entire body was one big bundle of nerves, like a guitar string too tightly wrapped around the tuning keys, ready to snap.
I was close, so fucking close, when the motherfucker slowed down and suddenly stopped, letting go of my throat.
“What the fuc—”
His hand wound around my neck, lifting my head up, pulling me to him. “This is for all these weeks I spent without you, Moonshine.” He thrust his hips upward, knocking the breath out of me. “This is how you made me feel when you didn’t talk to me like you usually do.” Another thrust. “Now I’m gonna show you the insanity I went through when you kept these lips from me.” He smiled and bit my lower lip. “When you shied away from my touch.” He started strumming over my clit, bringing me back to the fire.
“Oh. My. God.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head when he suddenly stopped again, depriving me from the sweet release I needed. “Ash!”
“No!” The grip on my neck increased, but he didn’t move. “I own this body, Skylar.” He started moving his hips again, but it wasn’t enough. “I own all your orgasms.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I started chanting. “Just… Please, let me—”
He pushed me back to the table and slapped my clit, all the while slowly moving in and out.
“Shhhh.” He pressed a finger to my lips. Gritting my teeth, I closed my eyes, trying to focus on anything else but the pleasure ricocheting through my body. “No, not yet!” he roared as I clenched around him, wailing, tears streaming down my cheeks.
