Had spent more than a few nights jerking his cock just thinking about it.

Fuck, there were so many times he’d have to excuse himself just to find a spot to calm his dick down because it rushed to life the second he heard your voice; his pervy mind would always twist it and imagine the way you’d sound when he pushed in for the first time—

Not to be cocky, but he knows you’d definitely make some sort of sound when he did. He was blessed between the legs, really. Was packing a real satisfier, so to say.

And, goddamn, how he wanted to give it all to you. How he wanted to see your face twist in pleasure as he gives you everything you deserve.

He thought about your pussy all the time, really. Of the various ways he could kiss it, lick it, fuck it, pet it, worship it. Would always let his eyes trail your body and take in your curves, loving the aching want it dug into his gut.

In other words, he was obsessed long before he even saw it.

So when you finally let him slip between your thighs and experience heaven for himself, already slick and wet and ready—oh, he completely lost it.

Before you could really blink your folds were split open by his skilled tongue that lapped so noisily at the gooey slick leaking out. He rumbled, moaned and groaned into your taste, sucked on your clit and finessed it with his tongue so good your toes were curling in seconds.

But he was also sloppy with it, using the whole lower half of his face to devour your pulsing cunt. Used his nose to keep your cute clit stimulated while he tongue-fucked your walls open. Grazed his lips and teeth against the pretty folds just to feel you jerk and shudder.

He was so messy that at some point, you weren’t even able to tell if the mattress below your ass was damp from your pussy juice or his drool and spit.

And even when you’d started to writhe and whine, Ashveil simply used his large, strong hands to keep you still; gripped your hips and shoved his face further into your sopping heat.

“‘S fuckin’ good baby,” he drawled between wet, loud flicks of his tongue. “Tastes like fuckin’ honey, darlin’. Mm-mm, don’t move—c’mere, wanna keep tasting this pussy. Y’made me wait too long f’it.”

And, really, you can’t even fight against him. He’s too strong, too determined, too lost in his own pleasure that you don’t think he’s even focusing on anything other than your pussy. Like some sort of feral animal on a mission that only it understands.

And you cum. Oh, you cum so hard. Cum so hard with his thick fingers fucking your cunt noisily and his tongue lapping at your clit. Ashveil sucks on it when it starts to throb, sends you straight into overstimulation while he whispers how pretty it is all fucked out like that. How he can’t wait to feel you cum on his cock and slop it up just like you did with his face.

You don’t even have to beg him to fuck you—he slides between your slick thighs with so much enthusiasm it catches you off guard. Lines his hot, leaking tip up with your drippy hole and pushes in with a feral, throaty groan.

“O-oh, fuuuck,” it’s broken, deep, littered with gravel and so, so hot that it has your tummy swooping; he’s so hard and thick inside you, spreading you out long before he even bottoms out.

And when the fine hairs at the base of his cock bump gently into your clit as he sheathes himself completely inside, you both release similar sounds of euphoria. Your body is absolutely buzzing, gooey pussy so full and stretched, and you just want him to fuck you. Bully that thick cock into your stomach until you explode.

And you don’t even have to tell him. The instant you think it, he’s moving—rolling and bucking his hips so expertly into yours that you have to grip the sheets to keep from floating away.

“Mmm, fuck—gods, beautiful, ‘s so good—y’feel so fuckin’ good.” He rumbles in between the fast, wet slaps, plump lips finding yours to connect them messily. You can barely respond to it through your moans and mewls, through the haze of euphoria that his dick fucks into you.

It’s less of a kiss and more of a messy tangle of tongues and teeth, just the two of you licking into each other’s mouths and tasting; devouring.

It’s so sloppy, so wet and lewd; and he’s is losing his mind. Keeps panting and moaning into you, cock throbbing inside your mushy walls and hips bucking madly. Like he can’t get enough of the way you clamp and suck him, the way you flutter around him every time his abdomen connects with your puffy clit.

“Don’t stop,” you find yourself mewling, toes curling and back arching with each slide. Your stomach is knotting in on itself, orgasm building with such an intensity that it makes you feel dizzy. And he’s just slamming into you, keeping to that rhythm that makes your eyes roll back.

“Never gon’a stop, baby,” Ashveil rasps, dick absolutely kicking up, so long and hard. “Gonna fuck’ya so good. Make her cum s’much—,” he sounds so absolutely fucked, words mushed and slurred. You aren’t much better, pussy so wet and sloppy that it’s almost louder than your own moans and babbles.

You can’t really help it—he’s so fucking big, fucks you so good; you don’t think you’ve ever felt so dumb on a dick before.

“Gods, you deserve it—pussy’s too fucking good, baby—shit, yer so wet, she’s cryin’ on me— fuuuuck, so hot— yer amazing, you know? I fuckin’ love it s’much—,”

Truthfully, you can’t focus on his babbling. Can only focus on the way he fucks his cock into you, stuffs your cunt up over and over, kissing and rubbing every single sweet spot so effortlessly. He’s fucking you straight into stupidity, pulling your orgasm to the surface so fast that you can’t even mentally grasp it through the pleasure.

Really, you don’t even feel the way you start to twitch and clench, but he sure does. And he lets out the throatiest, loudest groan at the sensation. Starts to fuck you harder, grip your flesh desperately and mouth his wet lips anywhere they can reach.

“Oh, fuck—gods, baby, yes—I feel ya, sweetheart. gon’a cum, yeah? Oh, shit… ‘m gon’a make’ya cum, beautiful—fuck, give it to me, huh? Right here on m’cock. Ooh, fuck, I want it s’bad—,”

You’re nodding, mumbling and mewling, arching into his firm body and squeezing around his cock. It’s right there, just a few more strokes of that delicious dick—

“Fuck, nnnghh—k-keep going, ‘m gon’a cum—right there, fuck! Please—shit!”

That’s when he goes absolutely feral. Fucks so hard you start to see stars. So focused on fucking that orgasm right out of you that he’s reduced even himself to nothing but moans and grunts.

At least, until you start to cum—the instant he feels your walls flutter and gets the sweet cream on his cock, he’s falling apart.

“Yes, goddamn, baby—that’s it, fuckin’ give it t’me. Cum all over this cock, you earned it, baby. So fuckin’ goooood, shit—good girl, that’s it. Let it go, jus’ let it go.”

He’s just so lost in it; lost in your moans, your hot body, your wonderfully sloppy pussy, the way you shake and tremble as you slop up his cock with your pretty eyes rolling back.

He’s completely wrapped up in you in all ways. So wrapped up, in fact, that he can’t find it in himself to stop even when you start to whine and wriggle away, mewling, “Wa-waaaiiit—s’too’muucch—slow down—”

He just keeps fucking, plugging his cock into your sweet pussy just to feel it squeeze and wring him. He’s obsessed with it. Wants to feel it and fuck it and make you cum over and over until you simply can’t.

Gods, you’ve created a fein without even doing anything. A fein who would literally do anything just to see your pretty pussy—a love slave who’s so enamored he can’t live without you.

And the thing is… you both love it.

“Just’ wanted to get fucked, huh? That’s why you wore this shit. Fuck, baby—I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” Ashveil growls, belt buckle snapping with a click and stopping your heart in its tracks. Your lungs shudder. How long had it been since you’d had him inside you?

Too fucking long, your poor, aching core tells you.

“Please,” you whine without conscious thought, prompting a groan from Ashveil’s lips. There’s some shuffling as he shoves his pants down his waist, just enough to pull his cock free of the confines. It’s hot when he presses his tip into your cunt through your panties and shallowly pumps his hips.

“Fuck, you’re already soaked. Oh yeah, you wanted this s’bad.” Ashveil hisses out, a statement rather than a question. His hand is impatient when he shoves the bridge of your panties to the side with a muttered “Get this the fuck outta the way.”

The second his cock presses past your folds you’re both moaning in unison. His thickness quickly splits you open with the most delicious pressure, sliding against every sweet spot and kissing your cervix before he even bottoms out.

“Fu—fuuuuck!” you whine out, hand shooting up to grip his bicep, hips tense and toes curled. Ashveil snickers at your reaction, eyes darkening at the way your walls twitch and flutter around his intrusion.

“What, you can’t take it all, ma?” he teases, rolling his hips forward to fuck himself into your sloppy cunt slowly. “You’ve done it before, y’know.”

“Just fuck me,” you pant back, hips tingling and eyes threatening to roll already. You wanted him so fucking bad, needed him to fuck you absolutely stupid.

Ashveil mumbles something but you can’t focus on whatever it was when he actually obeys you, pulling his cock out until only the tip rested within your walls. Then he shoves in—and again, and again, until your body has melted against the mattress and your throat is full of warbled moans and mewls.

“Fuckin’ shit, ma, pussy’s s’good,” Ashveil growls, words punctuated by slick slurps and squelches. “So fuckin’ tight an’ wet. Missed my cock, didn’t you, baby? Yeah, mhmm, I know you did, doll. I can feel how much you missed it—fuck…”

You almost can’t speak—not over the sloppy smacks of his hips into yours, not with the way he’s fucking savagely into your walls, not with the creak of the bed frame or the thumps of the headboard against the wall; it’s all so hot, filling your head with a thick fog that leaves no room for anything other than sheer, desperate horniness.

“Harder,” you croak out. “Fuck me harder, Ashy— oh, oh my fucking fuck—!”

“Shit, okay, yeah—” a stutter in his hips, a sharp hiss through his teeth, “‘M gonna fuck you up s’good, ma,” Ashveil growls, thick cock drilling into you mercilessly and fucking yelps and whines straight from your throat. “Jus’ keep makin’ those pretty fuckn’ noises, baby. Tell me how good you feel, fuuuuuck—”

Fingers bruise into your hips as Ashveil grips them and uses the leverage to pull you down on his cock, bruising himself balls deep inside you with every quick thrust. Your gut is twisted now, Ashveil is just fucking you straight into nirvana with so little effort. Just so big and thick and rough, exactly what you needed. Aeons, you’re so fucking close.

“You better fuckin’ cum, baby.” Ashveil growls breathily, as if sensing it, blunt cockhead spearing your cervix. Your walls clench, your belly furls, your breath hitches—each slide is rubbing right against that sweet spot, drawing euphoric static up to the surface of your skin. Ashveil simply groans at the sensation and sight of you.

“Cum all over m’cock, give it to me, yeah? Oh, fuck, i don’t think ‘m gon’a last—you look too fuckin’ sexy takin’ m’dick like this. C’mon, baby; you gotta cum f’me, o-okay?”

There’s a desperate tone to his words now, edged with strained arousal. Ashveil’s cock throbs something mad, smearing sticky pre against your cervix with every thrust into your soppy cunt. Your entire body is trembling, quaking beneath his—and when he hooks his elbow beneath your knee and shoves it to your ear, the new position breaks you.

Fuck, he’s so fucking deep—your eyes roll and your head melts into the pillow below you, thighs automatically squeezing around his narrow waist as if to ensure he has no choice but to keep fucking you this deep.

And all it takes is a few more spears of his cock into your guts and your vision is whiting out, back arched up and toes curled from the absolute intensity it rocks you with.

“Fuuuuck—oh, fuck!— Ashhhhh—!” you break off into warbled whines as your walls suckle so sweetly around his cock, and Ashveil groans like a wounded animal.

“Aeons, you’re fuckin’—shiiiit, pussy’s tryna fuckin’ milk me, baby—d’ya want me to cum inside? I can do it i-inside, right? Please let me, ma, wanna cum so deep—”

And you just nod, fingers wrapped tight around his bicep and swollen clit throbbing, walls so gooey and drooly that the slick squelches Ashveil fucks from them are louder than the ringing in your ears.

“Hell yeah, hah—so fuckin’ good f’me baby—fuck, ‘m about to cum—!”

It’s almost too much, the rapid thrusts into your walls, the grinds of his pelvis against your swollen clit; fuck, you want to shove him away or tell him to slow down, but your limbs and throat are jelly—

But luckily, it doesn’t take long for Ashveil’s orgasm to slam into him, a series of grunts and growls and what sounds like your name tumbling from his lips as his cock throbs and shoots his cum inside you.

Ashveil slows his hips until he’s merely rolling his softening cock into you shallowly, eyes glued to the white, creamy ring wrapped snug around his base. His cock twitches at the sight, pulling a soft, tired gasp from your lips.

“Holy shit.” He nearly gasps, followed by a small chuckle. “Never thought a skirt could look so good on someone. Fuck,” his eyes then flick up to yours, the steel hue smeared with something mischievous. Still trying to come down from your own fluttery, pulsing high, you almost miss his question:

“Think you could wear some stockings next time, too?”