ASHLEY’S POV
I whimper, wiggling my ass right against his cock, I try to hold back the pleasure those fingers of his are creating between my thighs.
I can’t.
It’s the first time someone is touching me this way.
My first time.
I consider telling him, but decide against it.
Matt doesn’t care.
He just wants to punish me, to see me in pain.
That’s all he cares about.
Telling him it’s my first time and he should take it easy will only make it worse.
He’ll thrust harder, just to make me hurt more—and he’ll call it revenge for Daisy.
His fingers circle over my clit through my panties, and I bite down on my lip, refusing to moan.
I’m not giving him the satisfaction he craves.
Never.
I’ll never give him that.
“How long have you been wishing to have my dick, huh?” he asks teasingly.
I don’t respond.
I hiss softly, hoping he’s done punishing me, so he’ll let me go before Nonna or Adams sees us.
It would be beyond shameful… sleeping with someone the same day they are burying my husband.
And not just anyone—my sister’s fiancé!
“Tell me, princess.” He shoves my panties aside, sliding a finger inside, and I gasp.
“Tell me how long you’ve been wishing for my dick.”
”Do you still touch yourself watching those old videos I sent you?”
”No!” I snap, my voice sharp.
He chuckles.
“Liar… Little liar.”
My fists clench.
“I know you touch yourself to them.” he says.
I need to get out of here,” I say flatly.
Something in him snaps.
In an instant, he bends me over, forcing my back to arch.
He shoves my panties aside roughly, like my words have fueled his rage.
His hand wraps around my neck, squeezing firmly as he slams into me without warning.
“God—!” Air rushes out of my lungs without permission, and I hate how weak it sounds.
He hums in approval—then slams into me again just as hard.
A loud gasp tears through the room, and I try to fight it but it is too late.
He is stretching me more than any toy ever has.
I hadn’t expected a real cock to feel like this.
He drives into me a third time, harder, burying every thick inch until I feel him deep in my stomach.
A broken cry slips from my throat before I can stop it.
Pain and pleasure explode hot between my legs.
I hate how my walls clench around him—like they want more.
“Greedy cunt.” He smacks my ass hard.
“Look how it swallows my dick.”
His hand tightens around my throat from behind, cutting off just enough air to make stars burst behind my eyes as he thrusts into me.
“You’re so tight, princess,” he says slowly.
“Is it your first time?”
I open my mouth… but another hard thrust forces it shut again.
He pulls back, then drives into me once more, the wet slap of his hips against my ass echoing through the room.
I bite my lip until it bleeds, trying not to moan.
Only a gasp escapes me.
His free hand cracks across my ass so hard the sting makes me jerk forward.
“I asked you a question, princess.
Is it your first time taking a real dick?”
I swallow hard, fighting not to say a word.
But he spanks me again,harder this time and the burn spreads like fire.
“Answer me, princess,” he snarls.
“No!” I shoot back sharply.
“It’s your first time.
I can tell from the way your pussy swallows my dick… so hungry for more.”
I shake my head, teeth gritting.
“Go to hell—”
”Hmmm.” He pauses for just a second before ramming into me again, his rhythm increasing.
“I wish I could go to hell, princess… but as it stands, I’m going nowhere but inside this pussy.”
”Now tell me how this dick feels inside you,” he murmurs.
“Doesn’t feel good,” I lie, knowing it will rile him up.
But this time, the bait doesn’t work.
Matt just laughs.
He slaps my ass twice in quick succession, each smack loud enough to make my eyes water.
Then he starts driving into me faster—brutal, punishing strokes that make my thighs tremble and my knees buckle.
Each thrust punches the air out of me.
“Beg for it… Daisy begs for it every time I fuck her.”
Jealousy fills my chest instantly.
“Well, too bad I’m not Daisy.
I’m Ashley,” I bite back.
“Oh, I know exactly who you are,” he says coldly.
“Daisy’s replacement.
Nothing else.”
”Just shut up and fuck me.” I grit out, rage and jealousy rising in my chest.
He chuckles humorlessly and comes to an abrupt stop.
“That’s not how this works, princess.
You don’t call the shots—I do.
Remember, this is just one of many punishments you’ll be receiving for your sins.”
He slides out, grabs my waist, repositions me, then slams back into me in one hot, brutal thrust.
A loud gasp tears from my lips as my body shudders, struggling to adjust to the new angle.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, princess,” he rasps at the sound.
“You love it when I punish you like this, don’t you?”
”No.”
He smacks my ass again.
“Try again, little liar.”