She won't beg

"No Kurt, I won't beg."

"Fine, get out of here," he responded, pushing her away.

Ashley felt shocked and dejected as she got out of the bed. She retrieved her towel by the door and wrapped it around her, she grabbed the doorknob to leave.

"Aren't you happy? You won!"

Ashley turned back to Kurt and walked toward him.

"Yeah, like winning a hot dog eating contest, afterward you just wanna puke."

"Interesting analogy, " Kurt replied with a smirk looking down at his cock.

"Ughhh!" Ashley spat out as she turned to leave the room.

Suddenly hands on her hips, then on her back bending her over. She placed her hands on the door frame for support. Her heart raced at what was about to happen. She felt the head of Kurt's cock against her pussy.

"That's right, Ashley Woodsen doesn't beg," Kurt snarled.

"No. She. Doesn't." Ashley hissed back.

"She wants to be taken."

At that Kurt thrust himself into Ashley all the way to the hilt. He slowly pulled out and thrust into her again.

"Ohhh fuck yes!" Ashley cried out as Kurt filled her. After so long with only Brandon's cock she couldn't believe how amazing a different cock felt. And that slight thickness difference... "Oh Kurt, fuck me, fuck me harder!"

Kurt grabbed a hold of her waist and proceeded to pound her, harder and faster. Ashley was working it too, thrusting her ass back against him. Kurt had never seen a sight so sexy. He lightly smacked her hip.

"Oh fuck you, fuuuuuuuuck," she cried out again as they continued pounding against each other. "So close."

Hearing those words Kurt pressed her up against the door, lifting her slightly off the ground and pounding into her harder and faster.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh Kuuuuuuuuurt!" She cried out his name as her orgasm hit.

Kurt using his strength and the door to hold her up as she became weak from the orgasm, continued to thrust into her until it was finished. Then they both collapsed to the floor.

"Was it as good as the last time?" Kurt asked, referencing the time at the lake with Brandon.

"No," Ashley confessed, "better."

It was clear they had both won this battle. Ashley noticed Kurt's still hard cock.

"You didn't get off?"

"No, that blow job may have tapped me out."

"Are you saying I can't get you off a second time?"

Kurt saw the same competitiveness that had started the whole ordeal, only this time it was more playful.

"No. Ashley. Woodsen. I don't think you can. I'll just have to jerk off to Chl..."

The hand on his cock silenced him. He watched as the cheerleader straddled him and sank down taking his cock inside her once again. She removed the towel and pulled Kurt's face to her tits as she rode him. Kurt obliged, realizing in all the teasing he'd never taken the chance to taste those beauties. He let her do all the work fucking him while he licked, sucked and playfully bit down on her nipple.

Ashley had sensed the more playful tone, but she had still been challenged. Though the truth was she wanted desperately to have another round with Kurt's cock, and have it now. She closed her eyes and continued riding him, occasionally gyrating her hips to change it up. He had mostly been a passive passenger on this ride, pleasuring her perky breasts, but when he suddenly bucked his hips up she knew he was close. She picked up the pace.

"That's it Kurt, you ready to come? You ready to fill my pussy?"

"You can't make me come again, won't happen."

"Wanna bet?"

She put her hands on his shoulders and rode him harder and faster, pulling up high enough that his cock was almost free, then slamming back down. Kurt wrapped his hands around her neck and began slamming back. Their pace picked up, finding the perfect rhythm until though both cried out in orgasm.

Ashley fell into Kurt and he wrapped his arms around her. "If he had fucked me like one of his sluts," she thought, "he certainly isn't holding me like one." She rested her head against his chest as they both came down from their ecstasy.