Ashton

I had plans. 

Get this sexy goddess home. And make her come until she couldn't walk anymore. From every position. All night long. Then again in the morning. 

But damn Cara had to make her feel like shit. Ruining her already difficult day.

She was staring out the window in the passenger seat, hiding her face from me behind locks of brown hair. Her dainty fingers fidgeting with a keychain bunny. I had ordered her a silver necklace with a similar charm to be delivered in two weeks. 

"Baby?" I waited until she turned. "You know Cara loves you, right? She'd do anything for you. Don't take what she said close to heart."

She lowered her gaze and nodded just for my sake. 

"I'm serious. Sometimes we... lash out instead of being... vulnerable. I do that too. She didn't mean it. Trust me. Just talk to her tomorrow. Okay?"

She blinked back tears, nodding for real this time. My poor girl. It hurt to see her in pain. With Cara living her social media dream, of course she'd struggle. She needed time. Distance. Clarity.

"I got you." I kissed her knuckles. Smooched them with an obnoxious sound hoping to crack a smile. Snapped my teeth at it with a fake snarl. She laughed. Good.

~

The sky poured like an angry shower as we parked and ran to our apartment. Sam held my hand to not slip, but still did. And shrilled throughout the whole neighborhood at midnight.

"Can you shut up? People are asleep, Samantha." I scooped her up in my arms. "Have some manners." 

"No." She proceeded to make out with my neck as I tried (and failed) to unlock our door. Her lips fired goosebumps from my nape to my forearms.

"Stop distracting me." I laughed. "Baby. Babe. Can you stop?"

She had a smug look on her face when I set her down. I closed the door behind us. Lights already guarded every dark room. Scheduled to turn on at 8 PM every day. Small nightlights. String lights. Fake candles. I didn't mind. I liked looking at Sam in this dim, seductive setting. 

"Great. My dress is all ruined!" she cried out. 

I searched for the problem as I unbuttoned my shirt. Tits slick with rain. Flushed. Pushed up in a cotton candy pink dress. The skirt frilly on the bottom, tempting my hand to sneak under. And a low, silky neckline now soaked in dark circles.

"Put it in the drier?" I bent to remove my shoes and socks, toes thawing on the tiled wood. 

"It doesn't matter. Those store managers detect worn clothing like cop dogs! They'll know it's washed. Ugh, forget it. Oh, now I can't return it..." She frowned. "And it cost two hundred, eighty-three dollars. Two hundred, eighty-three. Can you imagine?"

"Wow. That's so sad..." I brushed the stain in the middle of her chest, grabbing the edges of her neckline. "I guess, we should—" 

The sound of threads ripping apart struck the silence. I tore her dress down the middle in half, opening her up to me like a special present. 

"God damn..." My voice dropped at her lingerie. 

Barely darker than her blushing skin tone. With lace details and see-through. She had the cutest belly. And that fucking pussy.

"You're insane." She covered up and yanked at my button-down. A smile contradicting her. "How would you feel if I ruined your—" 

I gripped the back of her head and kissed her quiet, smirking at her soft 'oh no' reaction. I draped the straps over her shoulders, dropping the dress on the floor. And along with it, Sam's confidence lowered. Her shoulders tensed. Like being naked was too difficult. 

"Do you not see what you do to me?" I forced her palm to grope my cock. The thin dress pants not hiding much. "Huh? Feel how hard I am. This is what you do to me every time I see you." 

She looked startled. Uncertain. In a way that ripped my chest open with determination. I crushed our lips and picked her up, pressing her against the wall. Unable to control myself, I rubbed my cock against her. And her moan lowered my tone into something raw and animalistic.

"Да, детка...моя малышка...[Yeah, baby... my little girl...]" I kissed down her neck, smiling that she agreed without knowing what I meant. "Hm? Can I finally fuck that sweet little pussy?" 

"What? Oh my God... Is that what we're doing?" 

"If you want..." I looked at her, back to normal. "Whatever you want. You tell me." 

She blinked.  

"I mean..." I pecked her lips between each word. "We don't have to. I'm also fine with this." 

"You mean, you'd be... fine if we didn't do it? Like, but, isn't that what you want?" 

"Obviously. Why wouldn't I want to fuck the shit out of you? Have you seen yourself?" I ground my hips against her again just to watch her squirm. "But the question is: what do you want?"

Her brows knitted for a moment, brewing with thoughts. Then in an instant, her arms were around my neck and she was kissing me like it was the end of the world. 

"Is that a yes?" 

"Obviously." 

"Obviously?" I smiled, squeezing the sides of her neck. "You want to try again?"

She whined. Tried to look way, but I didn't let. Not only because it was fun to mess with her.  Push her buttons until her fears fucked off and she became a dirty sex kitten. But because I needed it just as much. Her trust. Our intimacy. The freedom to be in control for once. 

And I knew just what she needed. Humiliation. Praise. Being cherished. Treated like my favorite toy. The object of my obsession. To tease and play with. Ruin if I wanted to.

"Do you want to get fucked?" I asked slowly, tracing a finger across her collarbone to the strap of her bra, and dropped it down her shoulder. Her breast a breath away from being naked. 

"Yes." She breathed heavily.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes. Please." Shame gritted her teeth.

I clicked my tongue in disappointment and pinched her nipple. No doubt, the lace made it hurt more, but the way she cried out was delicious. "I'm sure you can do better than that, sweetheart. Want to try again?"

"Fuck. Me. Please." Her eyes burned with angry tears. 

"Much better." 

Her legs wobbled when I set her down. I threw her over my shoulder to lighten the mood a little. She had a heavy day. I didn't want her to get into this with a negative mindset.

Thankfully it worked. She laughed, carried like a sack of potatoes until I dumped her on my bed.

A fake orange candle Sam had insisted to buy from an overpriced hipster store flickered on my nightstand. The warm glow bounced on the black sheets. The sight of Sam with wild hair and a little smile pumped me up like an Olympic champion. I'd finally made it. We were here. 

"Oops. One sec." I fished out my phone from my pocket to text Luka. 

"Stay away tonight." "Sorry not sorry." "Don't tell mom."

"Okay, where were..." I trailed off. Sam had already crawled over, and sat on her heels,  unbuckling my belt. She glanced coyly under her lashes as I grinned at her. "Someone's eager." 

Rolling her eyes, she closed her fingers around my shaft, sticking out her tongue.

"Look at you. So—" The words died, my brain melting as she sucked me with her hot, slobbery mouth. "Боже мой...[Oh my God...]" A guttural moan I'd never made before tipped my head back. I couldn't even care. "Блядь... какая же ты хорошкая. [Fuck...what a good girl you are.]" 

She whimpered and choked herself more, using her whole body to thrust back and forth.

"Yeah. That's my good girl..." I reached over and struck her ass with my palm. Her shocked cry vibrated on my shaft, making me groan. Oh, she was so soaked through her panties already. 

She struggled to focus as I teased. Tried to wiggle her butt away from me. That only got her spanked. Sharp. Once on both cheeks. Then right on her pussy. She tried to pull away.

"Don't you fucking move." I curled my fingers around her panties and pulled them aside, tracing her slick lips with a sly realization. "Oh, fuck. You've made such a mess. What's this, sweetheart? You're that fucking needy? Huh? I haven't even touched you yet." 

She whined around my cock and tried to move again. Except I had fisted the back of her head. She had nowhere to run. All she got was more spanking and crying as I forced her to suck.  

"What a pretty little whore." 

She only got wetter. I pushed the tip of my finger inside her pussy, watching her eyes go wide. Hands flew to my sides, too overwhelmed to keep going. 

"Well, since you can't focus." I tossed her back and yanked down her hips, making her slide on the edge until her pussy was in front of me. I kneeled. Threw her legs over my shoulders, and kissed down her thighs. Licked the outside of her panties. Then over. Up and down.

"Oh my God. Don't... don't stop..." 

"Oh, I don' plan to. You have a safe word?" I should've paused, but she was just so cute when flustered. I bit her panties and moved them further away, swiping my tongue up on her slit. 

"Ohhh my God! Um. Uh... it's..." She yelped as I sucked on her clit. Knees involuntarily lifting to her chest. 

"You better answer." 

Her drawl came out humored and ashamed. "Potatoes..." 

"Jerk." I laughed. "Way to ruin my childhood." 

I climbed on top of her, something tugging me to check in. "You promise you'll say that if you don't like something?" 

She nodded in a hurry and kissed me. Moaning and pushing her body up. Alright, well. That answered my question. I gave her what she wanted for a minute, caressing all over.

"Take off your bra. Let me see those titties." 

"What?" Her eyes widened.

"Tits out." I wiggled my finger and pushed inside her tight warmth, curling it against her wall. She arched off the bed with a strangled cry. "Off, baby. Hurry."

She managed to do as asked. I licked my lips at her tiny nipples standing for attention. Knowing the air would be cool, I wet my finger and traced around it. Sam tried to manage her breathing, gaze darting at the ceiling. Savoring every second, I circled my tongue on her nipple, massaging the other between my fingers. Making her body writhe.

She must've forgotten about my other hand. Because when I actually started to finger her, and added my thumb on her clit, she dug her nails into my shoulders and moaned off the bed. Quickly, her orgasm started to build again. Closer and closer. Almost there.

I slapped her clit, then stretched the skin above it, watching her pussy quiver around nothing. 

"Aw, poor little thing. Look at it trying so hard to come. Did I ruin it for you?"

"You're an asshole." She kicked her legs to get up, but it didn't take too long for me to collect her ankles in one hand and push her legs up straight. I lifted her butt off the bed like a rag doll.

And then slid my finger back in, because I could. Because I knew it made her feel like an object. And I loved the pathetic whimper she let out, hating herself for how much she liked it. 

"Good girl." I took off the rest of my clothes and threw them on the floor. "Come. Sit on my face."

"What?" 

"I want your pussy on my face. Sit." I lied down on my back. 

"Um, I don't know..." She brought her knees to her chest. "That's a little too much."

"Is it? I didn't ask." I picked her up by the hips, thighs on each side of my face. She tensed head-to-toe, trying to get off. "Come down, Samantha. Now. Give me that pussy."

"Ash—"

I licked up her thin lips and softly kissed her clit. Licked and kissed. Made out with it. Groaning at how delicious and sensitive it was. Mine. This was all mine. 

"Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh my God." She slapped the wall, her moans small and panicked, then louder as she threw her head back and let go. "Ah. Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes. Yes."

Little vixen began to ride my face, moving confidently. I struck her ass just how she liked it, and fisted a chunk of her hips, bouncing her on me. She cried out at my stubble hurting her pussy, but came just as hard. Scraping the headboard, cum dripping down my chin. 

I laid her on her back and kissed her neck, rubbing my waiting cock up and down her drenched slit. She hardly noticed the new position, still floating on cloud nine. Eyes closed, ready to drift off. 

I slapped her clit with my cock, flinching her up, and pushed my head in without warning. The sharp intake of breath for her had me smirking like a sick sadist. 

"Yeah. That's it." I folded her knees up, bending them by her sides. She whimpered. Embarrassed I was staring at her pussy the entire time. As if I cared.

I groaned like I'd been waiting my whole life for this. Her reaction was to quiet herself with the back of her hand and look away from me.

Just for that, I thrusted deeper before she was ready.

She jerked up, smacking my chest and abs. But like a damn hypocrite, the fear turned her on. 

"Oh, God. It's so big..." She whimpered, pushing me back as I tried to lean closer.

"Too fucking bad." I pinned her hands by her sides, sucking on her nipple. Not stopping my cock from going in and out. She shrilled as I bit, thrashed under me, begging and cursing as her pussy clenched already. "That's a good girl. Yeah, come for daddy. Come for daddy, baby. Good girl." 

She gaped at me, appalled. Speechless, making me chuckle. 

"You okay?" It felt like a natural moment to check in. She nodded and I pecked her nose. "Good."

"You didn't come."

"I know. Turn to your side." 

I shifted behind her and grabbed her throat, hugging her to my chest. Her mood shifted quickly. The scared little girl back as I nudged my cock in. Curves in my perfect view. Tits and ass within easy access. 

When my hand caressed her belly, she slapped it away and sucked her stomach in.

"Excuse me?" I choked the breath out of her throat. "Did you just stop me?" I rammed her fast and nonstop. My fingers bruising her hip from fisting a chunk. Ass jiggling on my thighs.

I grabbed her stomach roughly and sneered in her ear. "This is my body. I can do whatever the fuck I want. So if I want to grab it." I squeezed. "I'll fucking grab it. Do you understand?" 

I clasped her throat to silence her yes. One bite on her neck, and her skin broke out in goosebumps. She yelled. Threw her hands at my back, clawing at my skin. I held her as she came. Massaging her tits. Rubbing her clit. Until she turned into a limp putty on the sheets.

I sat up with raw adrenaline.

"Get on your fours." 

"I can't..." 

"You can't?" I tossed her up how I wanted. Hips high. Heart-shaped ass pink with hand marks. Pushed her chest on the mattress, smacking her ass as she resisted. "Get the fuck down."

She stayed still, head bowed, exposing her neck and shoulders. So fucking perfect and all mine. 

I spit in my hand and lubed her just in case. Buried my cock inside her again, closing my eyes. Fuck. Nothing felt better than this. Our bodies were molded to fit each other. The way my cock filled every corner of her walls. She was loving it too. Dazed. She started to blubber. 

"Mmm, daddy..." 

"Yeah, baby girl. Daddy's still using you. I'm not done yet." 

She moaned, sounding greedier. And fuck if that wasn't the hottest thing. Watching her be so horny for me. Panties still on as she got fucked. Shoved aside, stretched high on wide hips.  

"God, that's my little fucking whore." I began to pound. Not holding back anymore. She wailed, crumbling with each thrust. Slapped the sheets, scratched with her nails. I rammed hard, sweat beading on my chest, and slapped her ass hard. 

She flung forward and belly-plopped.

Her legs and pussy spasmed in tremors. With a trembling hand, she tried to cover up while I stared in awe at her post-orgasmic mess. She really was starting to sound and look broken. I chuckled and picked up her hips again, starting off slower so she could catch her breath.

She didn't want it. Tried to throw her hands behind me to stop, but I held her wrists in each hand and stretched her arms back. Holding them in the air so she couldn't use them. She tried to bend her elbows, flexed her fingers all confused, like she was solving a puzzle. 

"No, sweet girl, you can't move. I got you. You're not going anywhere." 

She melted at my words and instead of resisting, arched her back for more. I stilled my movements in wander, watching her move on my cock with her own slow, sensual pace.

"That's it. Oh, what a good girl. Look at you, so good. Yeah, baby. Just like that." 

She tried to go faster, but couldn't do it alone. So I grabbed her hips again and picked up the pace. Spanked her, throwing her face back on the mattress. Fisted her hair and rubbed her clit to hear her scream again. She did everything in her power to crawl away. 

"Where do you think you're going? Huh?" I cooed. My hand wrapped around her panties and tugged on them, bouncing her back. I smiled at her helplessness. "No, you're all mine, baby. I'll tell you when you're done. So you just stay there and take it. Take it like a good slut." 

A string of pleas muffled on the sheets, Sam shoving her face into them. Just giving me an even better view of her ass. My cock glistening in and out of her tight cunt. 

"Is my slut going to come for me again? Huh?" I smacked her ass hard enough to sting like hell. Her high-pitched cry making me chuckle. "Huh? Do you need to cry when you come for daddy?" 

"Fuck you..." Her voice broke. So that was a yes. 

"Oh, you're done." I threw my body on her and trapped her under me, driving deeper this way. She had no way to move and screamed as she realized it. I covered her mouth with my hand. "Shut the fuck up and take it. You're going to take it and you're going to come like a whore."

Her tears spilled on my hand. Thighs wet with her cum. Of course, poor girl was so overstimulated. But she wanted it. She had a safe word and wasn't using it. 

I kissed her tense shoulders, going slower, but just as deep. "Shh, baby, take—Oh, fuck. Fuck, that's fucking good." I groaned in the crook of her neck as she moved her ass back into me. 

I peeled away, needing to focus, and the little motherfucker giggled at me as if she knew. I couldn't believe when she looked at me over her shoulder as if to say 'yeah, I did that to you.' 

That's when I noticed the little spot of wetness on the pillow, right where her mouth was. 

"Are you drooling? Aw, sweetheart. Does it feel that good?" My voice became menacing, nails biting into her hips. Wiping her smirk right off. "Yeah? Does it feel that good? You want to come for me, baby? You want to come for daddy? That's a good little whore, such a good girl, baby." 

"Oh my God, fuck!" 

"Say it." I smirked at her failed concentration. "Say you're a dirty whore for this cock."

"No." She shook her head in defeat. Oh, she wanted to. 

"Fucking say it." I growled out, fisting her hair back. Spanked her sore ass some more. I forced it out of her. She sobbed it, voice breaking, but orgasmed harder than she'd ever before. 

Her screams drove me over the edge, I flipped her over and covered her with my cum. Thick and white strokes on her tits and belly as we heaved to catch our breaths.

"Oh, fucking hell..." I laughed, lungs burning on fire. Sam giggled, eyelids heavy. A drunken grin on her face. We attempted to high-five, but miserably failed. "I need food."

~A/N~
Well, you know.. I mean, if you like it, you like it. If you don't, I'm sorry. That's why I have warnings xD