Chapter 15: Morning Reckoning Part 2
The first thing Ashlee felt was the hard, insistent pressure of his cock against her thigh, a blunt reality in the hazy morning light. His hands were already on her, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he flipped her onto her stomach with a single, practiced motion. The cool sheets were a shock against her bare skin. "Morning," he grunted, his voice thick with sleep and desire.
He didn't wait for a reply, his hands spreading her cheeks apart, exposing her completely. She gasped as she felt his tongue, hot and wet, trace a slow, deliberate circle around her tightest hole. "Kevin," she breathed, her voice trembling, "we can't... not there." He paused, his breath a warm ghost against her skin. "Just the tip," he murmured, his voice a low, persuasive rumble. "I'll be so gentle, you'll love how it feels."
She shook her head, burying her face in the pillow. "I'm not ready for that." A flicker of frustration crossed his face, but he nodded, shifting his weight. "Okay, fine," he conceded, his hand sliding between her legs from behind, finding her already wet and open for him. He pushed into her pussy in one smooth, deep thrust, making her cry out. "But your ass is mine soon," he promised, his voice gritty against her ear as he began to move. "I'm going to stretch this perfect little hole wide open."
His thrusts into her pussy grew harder, each one a punctuation mark on his claim. "But I want a taste of this tight asshole," he grunted, his thumb pressing against the clenched ring of muscle. Ashlee gasped, her body arching. "I'm not ready for that," she pleaded, her voice strained. "Not vaginal, not anal."
He slowed his pace, his cock still buried deep inside her. "You've never had anything in this perfect ass?" he asked, his voice a mix of awe and hunger. She shook her head, her face still pressed into the pillow. "Never," she whispered. "And not until you let me kiss you on the lips."
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Just the tip, then," he negotiated, his thumb circling gently. "Just for a moment, to give you a preview." He stilled completely, his breath hot on her neck. "A little preview of what you can look forward to with a bunch of silicone." His words painted a specific, thrilling image in her mind. Her resistance wavered, a sharp, curious heat mixing with her trepidation. "Just... just the very tip?" she breathed, her consent fragile. "Yes," he promised, his voice dark and smooth. He withdrew from her pussy, the sudden emptiness a shock. She felt the blunt, wet head of his cock nudge against her other entrance, a pressure entirely different and forbidden. "Relax for me," he murmured, pushing forward with infinitesimal slowness. A sharp, burning stretch made her cry out, her nails clawing the sheets. He held there, just the crown of his cock lodged in her impossibly tight heat. "See?" he breathed, his own voice tight with strain. "You can take it." The feeling was overwhelming, a full, burning pressure that promised both pain and a strange, deep pleasure. Kevin position himself.
The burning intensified into a sharp, tearing ache as he pushed forward another inch, the thick width of him stretching her beyond anything she had ever imagined. "It's too painful," she gasped, her voice strangled and thin. He stilled, his hands gripping her hips like vices. "You'll get used to it, babe," he murmured, his own breath hitching. "Just adjust, breathe."
I can't handle this, she thought, the fire in her asshole a white-hot brand. This is too painful. But I don'tt want to disappoint Kevin. Mason's ghost, his voice sneering "you could never," flickered behind her eyes, pushing her to endure. She tried to obey, sucking in a ragged breath that did nothing to quell the searing fullness.
He shifted his weight, and a fresh, brutal wave of pain shot through her. "Stop," she cried out, the word a genuine plea she could no longer suppress. "Kevin, stop, please!" For a heartbeat, the only sound was his ragged breathing and the frantic pounding of her heart. Then, with a grunt of frustration, he withdrew, the sudden absence a shocking, cool relief that did little to soothe the raw, throbbing ache he left behind.
He knelt back, his cock glistening and still rigidly hard. "Don't think," Kevin growled, his voice low and commanding. He brought his hand down hard on one ass cheek, the sharp crack echoing in the quiet room, then again on the other, painting her skin with a stinging heat.
Ashlee jolted, a shocked gasp catching in her throat. "Give me one more shot," he demanded, his fingers digging into the flesh he'd just reddened. She whimpered, the sound muffled by the pillow, her body trembling with residual pain and a terrifying thrill. "You promise you'll be gentle?"
"I promise I'll be extra gentle," Kevin rasped, positioning himself one final time at her ravaged entrance. He counted down, his voice a steady, relentless force. "Three... two... one." On one, he pushed forward with all his strength, a brutal, unyielding invasion. A searing, impossible fullness tore through her as somehow all nine inches forced their way past the clenched, burning ring of muscle.
Ashlee’s asshole was fully impaled, stretched to a breathtaking, agonizing limit around his entire throbbing length. A strangled scream was ripped from her lungs, her vision spotting at the edges from the overwhelming sensation of being filled beyond capacity. He held himself there, buried to the hilt, his own groan one of sheer, victorious conquest. "Fuck, your ass is so goddamn tight," he breathed, the words vibrating through her.
The searing stretch was a fire consuming her, a raw, tearing sensation that made her eyes water. She bit down on the pillow to stifle another scream, her entire body trembling from the violation. Ashlee had never felt such intense pain in her life, but she wanted to make sure Kevin was happy.
Her muscles convulsed around him involuntarily, a tight, spasming grip born from sheer overwhelm. "Oh my god, babe, your clench is fucking heaven," Kevin groaned, his voice ragged with pleasure. He began to move, a slow, deliberate withdrawal that made her gasp. "I'll pump you gentle, you little anal princess," Kevin whispered into Ashlee's ear, his breath hot and damp.
His hips pressed forward again, a careful, measured thrust that still burned. "Hope never gave me her ass," he confessed, the words a low, intimate secret against her skin. "She said I was too big." Each movement was a careful negotiation between his control and her pain. "She would never be able to walk correctly again, but you," he emphasized, driving deeper, "you gave it to me."
A fresh wave of pain made her whimper, but his praise was a balm on her shattered ego. "I think that's very special," he murmured, his pace increasing slightly. "You're special." Her asshole clung to him, every inch a battle between agony and a desperate need to please.
Her asshole clung to him, every inch a battle between agony and a desperate need to please. Kevin's hips pistoned into her with a slow, relentless rhythm, each thrust stretching her tender flesh to its absolute limit. "You're taking me so well, you perfect fucking slut," he grunted, his voice thick with a primal satisfaction that vibrated through her. Ashlee clenched her teeth against the burning ache, a sharp, stinging sensation that radiated from her core with every movement. Internally, a dizzying triumph bloomed beneath the pain; he had chosen her, her ass, something Hope had refused him. The thought that she was giving him something his girlfriend wouldn't fueled a dark, possessive pride that made the agony feel like a badge of honor. "Hope never let me get this deep," he breathed into her ear, his words a hot, filthy secret that made her shiver. "She was always too scared, but you... you're fucking brave for me." Her asshole felt raw and abused, each inward push a fresh wave of fire that made her eyes water. She wondered if he was tearing her apart inside, creating damage that would leave her hobbled and sore for days. The mental image of herself struggling to walk, wincing with every step, sent a perverse thrill through her mixed with genuine fear. "I'm gonna come in this tight ass," Kevin announced, his pace quickening, becoming less controlled and more frantic. His grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into the bruises he'd left earlier, marking her as his. Ashlee braced herself, her body trembling as he drove into her with a final, brutal series of thrusts. She felt him pulse deep inside her, a hot, wet release that filled the already stretched space, adding to the overwhelming fullness. He collapsed against her back, his weight pressing her into the mattress, both of them slick with sweat and breathing heavily.
His weight was a solid, comforting warmth on her back, his breath slowly steadying against her neck. She felt impossibly full, a raw, throbbing ache radiating from her core where he still remained buried inside her. “Fuck, Ashlee,” he finally muttered, his voice gravelly with exhaustion and awe.
He slowly pulled out, and she winced at the slick, sore sensation of his softening cock leaving her ravaged body. Rolling onto his side, he propped his head on his hand, his eyes tracing the lines of her profile in the morning light. “You know, I can’t believe I wasn’t attracted to you for years,” he said, his tone conversational yet intensely focused.
“I just looked at you as a friend. A friend with an average face, arguably a below-average body.” Ashlee’s breath hitched, but she stayed silent, listening. “But the more I’m around you, the more I’m thinking you’re a diamond in the rough.” His gaze dropped to where his cum was starting to leak from her. “The way you suck, the way you fuck, the way your asshole clenches my cock… it’s exceptional.”
On cue, her sore muscles tightened around the ghost of his presence, a fierce, involuntary spasm. He let out a sharp, gratified laugh. “See? Just like that. It’s fucking exceptional.”
A new, different heat bloomed in her chest, fierce and proud, momentarily overshadowing the physical pain. She turned her head to look at him, her green eyes clear and direct. “Then get your cock hard again,” she said, her voice low and steady. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Kevin’s eyes narrowed, a slow smirk spreading across his face as he looked at her. “You’re fucking insatiable,” he growled, his hand already moving to his cock, stroking it back to a rigid hardness. Ashlee watched, her own body aching and sore, but a fierce pride burning in her chest.
She pushed herself up on the mattress, wincing at the raw throb between her legs. “I want to taste myself on you,” she said, her voice low and husky. He moved closer, his knees pressing into the bed on either side of her hips.
His gaze dropped to her mouth, and for a heartbeat, the air stilled between them. “No kissing,” he muttered, but it sounded like a weak echo of a rule that no longer mattered. Ashlee reached up, her fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck.
She pulled him down, and his resistance shattered. His lips crashed into hers, not gentle or questioning, but hungry and claiming. The kiss was deep and wet, his tongue sweeping into her mouth with a possessive urgency that stole her breath.
It was perfect, a raw fusion of salt, sweat, and the faint, metallic taste of her own blood from where she’d bitten her lip. He groaned, his hands framing her face, holding her there as if he’d never let go. When he finally pulled back, both of them were panting, their foreheads pressed together.
“Fuck,” he breathed, the word a ragged confession in the quiet room.
His hands slid down her back, palms rough against the sweat-slicked skin, tracing the vivid red marks his own belt had left hours earlier. "You ruin me," he muttered into the hollow of her throat, his breath a hot brand. That broken rule, the kiss, felt more significant than any act of penetration.
She arched against him, a deliberate pressure against his renewed erection. "Good." Her voice was low, a husky challenge that vibrated against his chest. The single word was a claim as possessive as any he had made on her body.
He grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her back with a controlled violence that stole her breath. The morning light caught the determined set of his jaw, the dark hunger in his eyes that had nothing to do with friendship. "Open your legs."
She did, without hesitation, exposing the swollen, tender flesh between her thighs. He didn't enter her immediately, instead lowering his head between her legs. His tongue, flat and demanding, licked a broad, wet stripe from her asshole to her clit.
She cried out, her hands fisting in his hair. "Jesus, Kevin." The sensation was a shocking counterpoint to the deep, throbbing ache he had left inside her. He focused on her clit, sucking the hypersensitive bud into his mouth with a ruthless precision that made her back bow off the bed.
"Come for me," he growled, the vibration against her sending her spiraling. Her orgasm was a sharp, convulsing wave that left her trembling and raw. He watched her, his expression one of grim satisfaction, before positioning himself at her entrance.
He pushed in, a slow, deliberate invasion that stretched her already oversensitive tissues. "Fuck, you're still so tight," he grunted, his eyes locked on hers. Each inch he sank felt like a separate conquest, a reclaiming of territory.
"Tell me you love my cock." His thrusts deepened, becoming punishing, each one jarring a gasp from her lips. She could only nod, her vision blurring. "Say it."
"I love your cock," she choked out, the admission feeling more intimate than the kiss. He drove into her with a final, brutal thrust, his own release a hot flood inside her. He collapsed, his weight a familiar anchor, and whispered against her damp hair, "Nobody else. Ever."