A Baby Boy Held You So Tightly

Ashleigh's POV

I turned around, I was face to face with him. He pushed me to the ground. I looked up. Beads of sweat fell from my forehead, he brushed his hair out of his face and straddled me. He said nothing, he didn't have to. He removed his top and I ran my hand over his bare body. Toned. Fit. He grabbed the 'v' in my neck line and ripped my tank top off, exposing my bra. Licking around my neck and jaw he removed my bra, I quietly moaned in anticipation. He stood and pulled my jeans off before removing his, we were there in barely anything. He sat by my knees lifting them over his shoulders, his large hands coiled around my panties ripping them with no effort. I whined longingly. I knew what was coming, I wanted it. His tongue ran over my clit and I breathed loudly, it ran lower lubricating me before he pushed a finger inside me. He didn't speak. He just put another finger in. I moaned when he hit a certain spot. He moved a little and I felt the tip of his dick brush against my entrance, I subconsciously opened my legs wider for it. He thrust in and I moaned in satisfaction and pleasure. He began to slam into me, his skin slapped against mine and I made more pleasurable noises. His nails dug into my hips and I winced. His breathing became heavier the harder and faster he fucked me. He grabbed my breast and massaged it with one hand, I brought my legs back near my shoulders. He took the opportunity and mounted over me, I couldn't move. He pushed his dick into me, deep. I yelled at the sensation.

He continued his movements, his breathing was heavy and his moans became louder. "Ashleigh!"

I opened my eyes and saw my dad, "WHAT THE FUCK!?" I looked around, I had a dream. Phew!

My dad was trying to control his laugh, "I woke you up cause you were making strange noises."

I blushed, I had stayed on his sofa cause we were talking until 3am. I shrugged trying to maintain my bad girl image, "must of been having a dream fight."

Ashley laughed, "more like dream sex!"

I pulled the small knife out from under my pillow and threw it at him with extreme precision, it whipped through his hair and jammed in the wall. He looked at me in terror, "Ashley purdy I am not a comedy show you can laugh at. Understood?" He nodded and I got up to get my knife. It was in the wall good and proper, I jiggled it for a bit. As I pulled it out I glanced at him, I looked into his eyes and saw his pupils dilate. I tried to ignore that and went to get changed ready to meet my grandparents.

***

They were okay grandparents, a bit scared of me but isn't everyone? I was in my own apartment now, nan and pops were in dad's apartment recovering from jetlag. They all decided to give them peace and invaded my privacy.

"hey do you have hand soap?" I turned to see Ashley standing sheepishly on the threshold into the bathroom.

I turned back to the mirror and continued to remove my makeup, "right infront of me." I stepped a little to the left.

"Thanks," he walked carefully towards me and began cleaning his hands, "umm Ashleigh?"

I rolled my eyes, "yeah?"

"Who were you dreaming about last night?" He didn't make eye contact.

"I was dreaming about ripping your throat out!" I gave him a stern look. He nodded and left after drying his hands.

Oh for fuck sake why do I not have control over my mind.

Notes

Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe ;) I wonder who "He" is? ;) x x x