This time, I didn’t care.
I needed this.Me. What he needed? He could find it himself.
“Where do you want my cock?” Ambrose asked.
“Everywhere.”
He chuckled and I heard him unzip his pants. The sound was grating, teasing me with what I couldn’t see. My memories of his cock were crystal clear from all our years together, but it had been so long I wanted a refresher.
His body heat returned in front of me, close enough to warm me but not touch. He grabbed one of my hands and I gasped when a slick liquid coated two of my fingers. I wasn’t sure if it was technically lube or not, but it would do for our purposes.
“If you want my cock everywhere, you’re going to prep your ass while I fuck your mouth.”
I whined, barely waiting for him to lead me to kneel on the floor. The carpet was abrasive beneath my knees, and I knew I would have rug burn by the time we were done. Propping myself up on one hand, I slid the lube-coated fingers back and plunged both into my ass. The stretch was uncomfortable after so long, but I didn’t care. Need threatened to overwhelm me, and I didn’t even have his cock in my mouth yet.
Ambrose was gentle as he maneuvered me into position. I didn’t have to think about how to make the position work. He did all that. What I had to do was rock back onto my fingers as they stretched me, my lips parted, waiting for his cock to land on my tongue.
His rough, scarred hand cupped my cheek when he had us both in the right place. Salty smoke exploded on my tongue, his scent melding seamlessly with his taste. I moaned around his tip and he took it as the invitation it was.
My mouth was suddenly full, his flavour reaching the back of my throat. I swallowed eagerly, but he didn’t test my deep throat skills yet. He fucked my mouth slowly, one hand on my cheek and one tangled in my messy hair.
“Take what I give you. Good boy.”
I groaned, trying to take more but failing when his grip tightened.
“You’re not in control of how much cock you get, baby. If you need more, put another finger in your tight hole.”
Two fingers were still a close fit, and usually I would give myself more time to adjust before adding a third. Today, I was impatient and irrational, traits that weren’t often associated with me.
My moan broke on a whimper when the third finger was borderline uncomfortable. The stretch was almost too much without working up to it, but it gave me a sliver of what I wanted.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” Ambrose cautioned. He shifted, his cock going deep and making my eyes roll back. Then I felt the crack of his hand across the globe of my ass. “I don’t want you in pain unless I’ve intentionally caused it.”
“More,” I moaned, the plea muffled around his thick length.
He pushed in deep again, letting me swallow and gag on it this time.
Each thrust was faster and rougher than the last. Hitting deeper. Making me a fucking mess. I loved each one a tiny bit more, and my cock throbbed between my legs. The faint discomfort of my fingers had faded and now I was lost in pegging my prostate and chasing an orgasm I knew Ambrose wouldn’t let me have.
Sure enough, my tip had smeared a trail of precum across my abs when he pulled back and removed my fingers from my ass.
I was still blindfolded as he picked me up and tossed me on the bed. I tried to flip over onto my hands and knees, but he held me down on my back. My legs were lifted and pushed, folding me near in half. His warm body came to rest over mine, his cock prodding my hole.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled.
I sobbed, straining to get him inside. As my lips parted to beg, an unwelcome image flashed across my closed eyelids.
Leighton, in the same position I was in.
Did they fuck like this?
Ambrose demanded begging—I bet he demanded it from her too. Did she give it to him easily, or did she resist until he snapped?
Then Kiara was there in my mind, and my cock fucking pulsed. Her ample tits were out and waiting to be fucked the way I’d wanted to when I first saw her. That stupid knife was strapped to her thigh, reminding me of how easy it would be for her to use it. Why did that turn me on?
Sensing my sudden closeness to the edge, Ambrose grabbed the base of my length and squeezed.
“Baby, speak. Now.”
