Taut: The Ford Book
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She obeys and my other hand follows her motion and cups that ass cheek as well.
“Oh, my God, Ford.” Her arms wrap around my head and she scoots her pu**y closer to my face. I stand and walk over to the wall of windows and press her up against them. “Lean back, love. Release your hold on my head and stretch your arms against the glass. Bare yourself to me, Ashleigh. Open yourself up to me completely.”
She obeys but she’s tense from being in this position.
“Trust me, Ashleigh. Relax. Think about people with binoculars and telescopes. People who train them on this suite, hoping against hope that one night they’ll peek through and see your fantastic ass, my exceptional package, and my face between your legs giving you the orgasm of your life.”
I pull her towards me until my mouth covers her clit and I lick and suck. She buckles and I have to take a step back to accommodate her writhing and twisting body. “Ford, oh my f**king God, Ford!”
My fingers explore her ass as I pleasure her folds with my tongue and she only lasts a few more seconds before her moaning turns into screams.
She takes her time coming, and I lick wave after wave of milky white juice dripping out of her pu**y.
She is so f**king sexy.
I carry her over to the bench and sit down, then remove her legs, one at a time, and place her feet on the ground. Her knees wobble a little, so I set her on my lap instead. She rests her head on my shoulder.
“Ready to stop?”
“No, sir. You still owe me two more spankings.”
“Mmmmmm,” I moan into her hair. “Make me come, Ashleigh, any way you want.”
She sits up and gets off my lap, then bites her lip as she thinks. She looks over at the condom wrappers on the floor, then reaches down and grabs one, rips it open, and places it over the head of my dick. She rolls it down, rubbing her palms against my shaft to get me going, and then stands up.
I can’t stop the smirk, but luckily she’s looking down at my dick when it comes out. She comes towards me, massaging her br**sts. They’re over-full and the milk drips out with the slightest touch.
“That might drive me insane. I have no idea why, or if it’s normal, but I love it, Ashleigh.”
She climbs into my lap once again, rubbing her pu**y against me. She drapes her arms around my neck and before I even know what she’s doing her lips crash against me. Her mouth parts and her tongue flicks inside, probing for a response from me.
I pull back instinctively.
She dips her forehead against mine and then sighs. “Sorry, I forgot. I didn’t mean to do that.”
I cup my hands around her face and look her in the eyes. She looks afraid, like she might’ve ruined the whole night with her mistake. “It’s OK,” I say softly.
She bends down into my neck and takes her mouth to my ear. “I want a kiss from you. A real one. But I don’t want to have to steal it.” And then she lifts her hips up and places the head of my c**k against her clit, dragging it back and forth a few times before positioning it under her pu**y.
When she lowers herself on top of me, I know I can’t ever let her go.
She sits up and my c**k almost completely withdraws before she lowers herself again. She goes slow. She takes her time, she whispers into my ear. “Fuck me, Ford,” she coos. “You are perfect, Ford,” she insists. “You make me wild with longing. I want you so bad,” she admits.
And with each confession I melt a little. My defenses break, the walls begin to crumble.
She moans when I lie back and thrust up against her—and then I pull her to my chest and slam my balls against her pu**y. She comes first, I can feel the waves of shudders, but as soon as she starts I’m in my own personal nirvana as well and the only thing on my mind is how the f**k I can get this girl to move in with me so we can do this twice a night and every morning.
After, we rest for a few minutes, her head still on my chest, our rapidly beating hearts slowing together. I play with her long hair and drag my fingertips up and down her back. When I’m almost sure she’s asleep I smack her ass twice, softly. “Nine and ten,” she whispers.
I stand up and hold her close so I can carry her to the shower. I set her down on the stone counter top and she complains about how cold it is. I just smile and turn the water on hot. I remove the old condom and slip on a new one and then carry her into the shower, press her up against the wall, cupping her ass with one hand, her leg draped over the crook of my elbow. Her other leg wraps around my waist.
“Ashleigh,” I hum into her ear. I slip my hand to her throat and enjoy the feeling of the hot water pulsing against my back.
“More, Ford. I still want you, please. More.”
I slip inside her again, but this time I go slow. I pull out, pause, and then ease myself back into her beckoning folds until I’m buried up to my balls. “Ashleigh,” I moan again.
She comes as I say her name and her groaning blocks out my words. But I hear them. And they echo in my head as I spill into her one more time. “Stay,” I say. “Stay with me.”
We linger there against the wall. I press against her, eclipsing her small frame with my large one. And then I hoist her up and carry her to the bench to wash.
We are spent. I wash her hair and then her body, the luxurious bubbles coating her perfect skin. By the time I’m done, she’s half asleep, so I dry her off and send her to bed wearing nothing but a pair of white panties.
I cover her up and pull on a pair of boxer briefs and jeans so I can go across the hall and grab Kate. The babysitter is out of milk and Kate is awake, but Ashleigh needs to nurse anyway, so it’s no big deal.
“Oh, my God, Ford.” Her arms wrap around my head and she scoots her pu**y closer to my face. I stand and walk over to the wall of windows and press her up against them. “Lean back, love. Release your hold on my head and stretch your arms against the glass. Bare yourself to me, Ashleigh. Open yourself up to me completely.”
She obeys but she’s tense from being in this position.
“Trust me, Ashleigh. Relax. Think about people with binoculars and telescopes. People who train them on this suite, hoping against hope that one night they’ll peek through and see your fantastic ass, my exceptional package, and my face between your legs giving you the orgasm of your life.”
I pull her towards me until my mouth covers her clit and I lick and suck. She buckles and I have to take a step back to accommodate her writhing and twisting body. “Ford, oh my f**king God, Ford!”
My fingers explore her ass as I pleasure her folds with my tongue and she only lasts a few more seconds before her moaning turns into screams.
She takes her time coming, and I lick wave after wave of milky white juice dripping out of her pu**y.
She is so f**king sexy.
I carry her over to the bench and sit down, then remove her legs, one at a time, and place her feet on the ground. Her knees wobble a little, so I set her on my lap instead. She rests her head on my shoulder.
“Ready to stop?”
“No, sir. You still owe me two more spankings.”
“Mmmmmm,” I moan into her hair. “Make me come, Ashleigh, any way you want.”
She sits up and gets off my lap, then bites her lip as she thinks. She looks over at the condom wrappers on the floor, then reaches down and grabs one, rips it open, and places it over the head of my dick. She rolls it down, rubbing her palms against my shaft to get me going, and then stands up.
I can’t stop the smirk, but luckily she’s looking down at my dick when it comes out. She comes towards me, massaging her br**sts. They’re over-full and the milk drips out with the slightest touch.
“That might drive me insane. I have no idea why, or if it’s normal, but I love it, Ashleigh.”
She climbs into my lap once again, rubbing her pu**y against me. She drapes her arms around my neck and before I even know what she’s doing her lips crash against me. Her mouth parts and her tongue flicks inside, probing for a response from me.
I pull back instinctively.
She dips her forehead against mine and then sighs. “Sorry, I forgot. I didn’t mean to do that.”
I cup my hands around her face and look her in the eyes. She looks afraid, like she might’ve ruined the whole night with her mistake. “It’s OK,” I say softly.
She bends down into my neck and takes her mouth to my ear. “I want a kiss from you. A real one. But I don’t want to have to steal it.” And then she lifts her hips up and places the head of my c**k against her clit, dragging it back and forth a few times before positioning it under her pu**y.
When she lowers herself on top of me, I know I can’t ever let her go.
She sits up and my c**k almost completely withdraws before she lowers herself again. She goes slow. She takes her time, she whispers into my ear. “Fuck me, Ford,” she coos. “You are perfect, Ford,” she insists. “You make me wild with longing. I want you so bad,” she admits.
And with each confession I melt a little. My defenses break, the walls begin to crumble.
She moans when I lie back and thrust up against her—and then I pull her to my chest and slam my balls against her pu**y. She comes first, I can feel the waves of shudders, but as soon as she starts I’m in my own personal nirvana as well and the only thing on my mind is how the f**k I can get this girl to move in with me so we can do this twice a night and every morning.
After, we rest for a few minutes, her head still on my chest, our rapidly beating hearts slowing together. I play with her long hair and drag my fingertips up and down her back. When I’m almost sure she’s asleep I smack her ass twice, softly. “Nine and ten,” she whispers.
I stand up and hold her close so I can carry her to the shower. I set her down on the stone counter top and she complains about how cold it is. I just smile and turn the water on hot. I remove the old condom and slip on a new one and then carry her into the shower, press her up against the wall, cupping her ass with one hand, her leg draped over the crook of my elbow. Her other leg wraps around my waist.
“Ashleigh,” I hum into her ear. I slip my hand to her throat and enjoy the feeling of the hot water pulsing against my back.
“More, Ford. I still want you, please. More.”
I slip inside her again, but this time I go slow. I pull out, pause, and then ease myself back into her beckoning folds until I’m buried up to my balls. “Ashleigh,” I moan again.
She comes as I say her name and her groaning blocks out my words. But I hear them. And they echo in my head as I spill into her one more time. “Stay,” I say. “Stay with me.”
We linger there against the wall. I press against her, eclipsing her small frame with my large one. And then I hoist her up and carry her to the bench to wash.
We are spent. I wash her hair and then her body, the luxurious bubbles coating her perfect skin. By the time I’m done, she’s half asleep, so I dry her off and send her to bed wearing nothing but a pair of white panties.
I cover her up and pull on a pair of boxer briefs and jeans so I can go across the hall and grab Kate. The babysitter is out of milk and Kate is awake, but Ashleigh needs to nurse anyway, so it’s no big deal.
