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"What happens to you when I win this...game?" She asked with a cocked brow and her voice laced with confidence.

"You seem certain that you are going to win..." I trailed off before I rammed 3 fingers into her and she threw her head back in return whilst bringing her fist to her mouth.

"I. Don't. Loose" She heaved out, but the quick tightening around my fingers spoke otherwise.

"Famous last words Becca." I muttered.

Pain.

Pain is the only word that can describe the state that I am in right now..

Oh....and the undeniable desperation to allow myself the pleasure that I am itching to receive.

And this son of a bitch had the nerve to speed up his rhythm...

Moaning into my clenched fist, I was ready to accept defeat as I found my second orgasm of the night approaching.

But I wasn't ready for it to come so fast.

Once again his slender fingers curled inside of me and my eyes rolled back in defeat.

A smirk appeared on his bruised lips as he knew what that meant.

What have I gotten myself into?

My collapsing body leant onto him and I brought my face next to his. My hand began to play with his fluffy hair and my lips brushed his jaw slightly when I whispered.

"That wasn't fair." I spoke quietly, still out of breath from what had just taken place.

"Life isn't fair Becca. But we never actually agreed what the winner would get..." He trailed but I had other ideas.

"Not cumming when I didn't even touch you can hardly be considered as winning." I protested before continuing. "Also we never did discuss the prize did we? so...how about you throw me back on that bed of yours and fuck me whilst you have the chance," I spoke and he watched me with amusement in his eyes.

"Oh. I can do much more than that" He grinned and pressed his hands either side of me on the counter.

"I just hope that you don't get too attached when no other man will be able to fuck you like I can" He voiced and he already had me melting in his strong arms. He turned his head to look at me and his blonde hair bobbed slightly with the movement.

"Yeah right..." I was about to roll my eyes and yet to continue what I was saying, but Ashton's hand wrapped around my neck in a split second and he pressed his lips back onto mine.

Separating quickly, he lifted my chin slightly and I cocked my head to the side.

"If you don't believe me then you'll have to just find out for yourself." He said, just as confident as always.

"Maybe I will." I smirked and his eyes fixated onto me as I unclipped my bra and let it fall onto the damp floor.

"Baise moi..."

("Fuck me...")

His hungry eyes devoured my bare chest and he didn't wait to stride us both back onto his bed and throw me onto the sheets.

This time, he propped himself above my frame and swerved between my legs. Stretching above me, he grabbed the creased shirt that I had previously used to tie him up, and began to give me the same treatment.

As one hand tightened the sturdy knot, the other fondled my exposed breasts with a skillful hand and I couldn't hide the pleasurable sigh that escaped my lips.

My thighs attempted to rub together, creating the perfect friction that I needed with Ashton's chiseled body over mine.

He brought his hand from the knott and rested it on my thigh.

Locking his eyes with my own, he turned suddenly serious "You won't be needing that with me inside of you." He whispered and began to climb away from me.

I watched him spin around and drop his boxers. He grabbed a small package and began to roll the condom onto himself with ease.

In the darkness, he expertly found his way back onto me, but I was unable to move due to how high up he tied my wrists.

Letting out a moan, he positioned himself at my entrance and once again began to tease me.

However, his noticeably pulsing dick didn't agree with his actions as he let out a deep groan and thrust himself inside of me.

"Merde." He breathed out and I allowed myself to get used to the size of him. Just when I thought that he was fully in, he pulled back slightly and gripped my lower back before pushing further into me than I had ever believed to be possible.

Without access to my hands, I had to grip onto him with my legs and I muffled my sounds into his pillow.

His lips found my neck again and started to attack the already dark purple patches on my side.

Speeding up, I didn't realise that I was voicing Ashton's name until his hand gripped my chin harshly.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't-" I began to apologise but he cut me off.

"Louder." He ordered and it took me a moment to adjust to his words.

He took my confused expression as a chance to force himself further once more and I screamed out his name one last time before tightening around him and allowing him to release into the rubber.

"I want you to cum Becca." He stated as he breathed out from his high.

The words alone were enough for my body to turn to jelly and my 3rd orgasm of the night to occur. I found my vision starting to black out and my head fell back into the pillows, but I embraced the comfort of Ashton still above me.

I fixed my eyes to a single point in the ceiling and blinked away the fuzziness but It took me a few minutes to return to my normal state.

"You ok?" He asked but had worry plastered over his face.

His mood changes are something else...

"Never been better." I smiled back at him and he untied the shirt.

Lifting my hands down, I wrapped them around his muscular back and lent into his lips.

He pulled back from me and muttered "Et je suis toujours accro."

("And I'm still addicted.")