I’m more than just an MC guy.”
Ashe reached across the table, placing her hand on top of mine. “I know. I saw you with Wyatt, remember?”
I nodded.
“You are a really good man, Brodie. Much more than I’d ever imagined.”
“Oh? You imagined me before?”
“We already went over this. High school crush.” She pushed her chair back, in a hurry to drop the conversation.
“And you said you could work me out of your system in one week.” I grabbed her hand as she darted away from the table.
“I lied.”
“Did ya now?”
She nodded.
“You don’t look too happy about that, Ashe. But let me tell you, I’m real happy to be here with you.”
“You are? But I’m kind of a bitch.” She shrugged her shoulders as if she couldn’t help it and one of the skinny straps on her sundress fell to her upper arm.
“Sexy bitch,” I murmured. “By the way, I’m stayin’ tonight.” No ifs, ands, or buts.
“Brodie. I don’t think . . .”
“Good. Don’t think. Don’t talk. Best idea you’ve come up with yet.” I hauled her into my lap.
She slapped at my hands, halfheartedly resisting.
“Can’t help it. I’m a touchy-feely kinda guy.” Nuzzling and nipping her neck, I chuckled when she squealed.
“Never would’ve guessed that.”
“Never would’ve guessed a lot of things about me.” I lifted her in my arms and carried her upstairs. “I’ll do the dishes later. Bed. Now.”
After I set her down in her bedroom, she began to unzip the back of her dress.
I stopped her. “Leave it on.” I yanked the straps down and pulled the top until her tits tumbled out like ripe fruit. “Bed.”
I followed right after Ashe, only pushing my jeans to my thighs so my cock thumped against my stomach. Sitting against the headboard, I snapped on a condom and held my dick primed.
“Straddle me. Hold your dress up to your waist so I can watch your pussy take me, baby.”
The hot wet slip of her tight channel over me caused my vision to kaleidoscope. I only let her ride for a few slow thrusts before I guided her off me. I kicked away my jeans, and rolled her to her side. I caressed her breasts, the wetness between her legs, the slope of her back. Aligning with her white-hot heat from behind, I entered her. A slow deep stretch with Ashe’s butt against my groin and her tits in my hands.
And we fucked like that for an hour, the heat and smell and long wet kisses driving us higher. Slow . . . long . . . slippery . . . torturous. When she finally broke apart in my arms, I followed straight after. Always with my lips on hers, my arms clenched tight around her, my hips rolling into her.
I got up in the middle of the night and loaded her dishwasher like I said I would. I wasn’t a fucking slouch.
As soon as I was done, I made my way back upstairs and into Ashe’s bed. She breathed my name when I pulled her against me again. Normally I wasn’t into the snuggle all night thing, but she felt so damn good, I wanted this shit on repeat.
What got me up and at ’em me the next day was something, someone, shoving at me and shouting. I blinked, going from deep REM to waking in a split second. I caught myself just before I was unceremoniously rolled out of bed and onto the floor.
I jacked up to sitting and stared at a possessed-looking, still naked Ashe. Shit, she could give Nick’s crazy characters a run for their money.
“What the fuck, Ashe?”
She rose from the bed and opened the door. Again, completely fucking buck-ass naked. She looked absolutely stunning, and more than half deranged as she pointed at me. “You have to go, Brodie.”
I tried to shake the sleep fuzzies from my head. “Huh?”
“Out! You need to go.”
“Why?” I kicked off the sheet and did an all over jaw-popping stretch.
Ashe’s jaw popped open, too.
“What’s your new hang-up today?” I raked my fingers through my hair and winked at Ashe as she did the guppy routine.
“It’s ten o’clock. I overslept. You need to leave
Ashe reached across the table, placing her hand on top of mine. “I know. I saw you with Wyatt, remember?”
I nodded.
“You are a really good man, Brodie. Much more than I’d ever imagined.”
“Oh? You imagined me before?”
“We already went over this. High school crush.” She pushed her chair back, in a hurry to drop the conversation.
“And you said you could work me out of your system in one week.” I grabbed her hand as she darted away from the table.
“I lied.”
“Did ya now?”
She nodded.
“You don’t look too happy about that, Ashe. But let me tell you, I’m real happy to be here with you.”
“You are? But I’m kind of a bitch.” She shrugged her shoulders as if she couldn’t help it and one of the skinny straps on her sundress fell to her upper arm.
“Sexy bitch,” I murmured. “By the way, I’m stayin’ tonight.” No ifs, ands, or buts.
“Brodie. I don’t think . . .”
“Good. Don’t think. Don’t talk. Best idea you’ve come up with yet.” I hauled her into my lap.
She slapped at my hands, halfheartedly resisting.
“Can’t help it. I’m a touchy-feely kinda guy.” Nuzzling and nipping her neck, I chuckled when she squealed.
“Never would’ve guessed that.”
“Never would’ve guessed a lot of things about me.” I lifted her in my arms and carried her upstairs. “I’ll do the dishes later. Bed. Now.”
After I set her down in her bedroom, she began to unzip the back of her dress.
I stopped her. “Leave it on.” I yanked the straps down and pulled the top until her tits tumbled out like ripe fruit. “Bed.”
I followed right after Ashe, only pushing my jeans to my thighs so my cock thumped against my stomach. Sitting against the headboard, I snapped on a condom and held my dick primed.
“Straddle me. Hold your dress up to your waist so I can watch your pussy take me, baby.”
The hot wet slip of her tight channel over me caused my vision to kaleidoscope. I only let her ride for a few slow thrusts before I guided her off me. I kicked away my jeans, and rolled her to her side. I caressed her breasts, the wetness between her legs, the slope of her back. Aligning with her white-hot heat from behind, I entered her. A slow deep stretch with Ashe’s butt against my groin and her tits in my hands.
And we fucked like that for an hour, the heat and smell and long wet kisses driving us higher. Slow . . . long . . . slippery . . . torturous. When she finally broke apart in my arms, I followed straight after. Always with my lips on hers, my arms clenched tight around her, my hips rolling into her.
I got up in the middle of the night and loaded her dishwasher like I said I would. I wasn’t a fucking slouch.
As soon as I was done, I made my way back upstairs and into Ashe’s bed. She breathed my name when I pulled her against me again. Normally I wasn’t into the snuggle all night thing, but she felt so damn good, I wanted this shit on repeat.
What got me up and at ’em me the next day was something, someone, shoving at me and shouting. I blinked, going from deep REM to waking in a split second. I caught myself just before I was unceremoniously rolled out of bed and onto the floor.
I jacked up to sitting and stared at a possessed-looking, still naked Ashe. Shit, she could give Nick’s crazy characters a run for their money.
“What the fuck, Ashe?”
She rose from the bed and opened the door. Again, completely fucking buck-ass naked. She looked absolutely stunning, and more than half deranged as she pointed at me. “You have to go, Brodie.”
I tried to shake the sleep fuzzies from my head. “Huh?”
“Out! You need to go.”
“Why?” I kicked off the sheet and did an all over jaw-popping stretch.
Ashe’s jaw popped open, too.
“What’s your new hang-up today?” I raked my fingers through my hair and winked at Ashe as she did the guppy routine.
“It’s ten o’clock. I overslept. You need to leave
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