Chapter 68
by 
Yelawolf
She ...
Hop off of you
With a mischievous grin, Ashley hops off of your cock, leaving you all pent up and **** for more. She stands before you, her pussy glistening with your precum and her own juices, and saunters over to her walk-in closet. The sight of her bare ass bouncing away from you is almost too much to handle, but you know she's got something planned. She rummages around in the back, her hips swaying as she digs through the mess of clothes and toys, before emerging with a strap-on dildo that's significantly larger than your own cock. "Look what I found," she says with a smirk, holding it up for you to see. "I think it's time for you to learn the other side of penetration, don't you?"
Your heart races at the thought of what's to come, the excitement and fear melding into a delicious cocktail of arousal. You nod, unable to form words as she approaches the bed, the strap-on swinging from her hand like a pendulum of pleasure and pain. She sits down beside you, her eyes never leaving yours as she fastens the harness around her waist. The dildo stands erect, pointing straight at you, and you can't help but whimper at the thought of what she's about to do.
"Open your mouth," she commands, her voice dripping with lust. You obey, and you slathers the dildo with saliva, your tongue dancing around the shaft in a preview of what's to come. She quickly lay you on your back once more, aligning the head with your eager hole. "This might hurt a bit," she warns, "but I'll be gentle. I promise."
With a gentle push, she breaches your entrance, the thickness of the toy stretching you wide. You gasp as she sinks in deeper, her hips rocking in a slow, deliberate rhythm that makes you squirm. She's in no hurry, taking her time to let you adjust to the new sensation, her hands roaming your body as if she's memorizing every inch of you.
The pain is intense at first, but as she starts to move the strap-on in and out of you, it slowly morphs into a deep, all-consuming pleasure. You can feel the shaft filling you up, the ridges and bumps of the dildo hitting all the right spots as she finds her rhythm. You moan as your own cock starts to throb with need. She leans down, her breasts brushing against your chest as she kisses you, her tongue exploring your mouth in time with the thrusts of her hips.
The sensation is overwhelming, a heady mix of pain and pleasure that makes you feel alive in a way you never have before. She's in complete control, her movements confident and precise as she fucks you like you've never been fucked. Each thrust sends shockwaves through your body, making your toes curl and your legs tremble. You're her little slut, her plaything to do with as she pleases, and the thought of it only makes you harder.
"You love this cock don't you." Ashley calls out.
Her question hangs in the air, taunting and thrilling you all at once. You can't deny it; the feeling of the strap-on filling you up is unlike anything you've ever experienced. "Y-yes," you stutter, the words barely leaving your lips. The pleasure is so intense, it's almost too much to handle, but you crave more. She smirks, clearly enjoying your reaction, and starts to pick up the pace.
You feel your body respond, your hips rising to meet her thrusts as the room fills with the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh. "That's it, Harley," she purrs, her eyes dark with desire. "Take it all for me. Show me how much you want to be my good little slut."
The words are like a ****, pushing you further and further into a high you ever had before. You get an entire consuming tingling feelings.
