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The Ren Faire’s winding down, the sun low, music blasting from some speakers hidden behind the stage. Somehow, Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode starts playing over the grounds; dark, dirty, heavy. Everyone else is laughing, finishing their cups of ale, but Ashton’s staring at you like the whole world just shut up.
He’s still in his knight armor, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, leather straps cutting across his chest. He grabs your wrist without asking, pulling you behind one of the tents, the bass of the song vibrating throghout the ground.
“You hear that?” he mutters, voice low and rough, pressing you against a post. “I could be your personal Jesus.”
Your hands instinctively reach out to his chest, feeling the cool leather of his armor. "Oh God," you breathe, voice barely audible over the music. "What are you doing to me?"
Despite the fear creeping in, a thrill of excitement courses through you. This isn't the sweet, gentle Ashton you know; this is a man consumed by desire, and you find yourself drawn to that feral intensity. "Ashton, please..."
A low growl rumbles in his throat at your pleading tone. One large hand comes up to grip your chin, tilting your face towards his as he looms over you. "Please what?" he demands, voice a dark purr. "Tell me exactly what you want, (y/n)."
His other hand slides down to your hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh possessively. He grinds against you, letting you feel how much he wants you. "I can see it in your eyes. You're not afraid... You're fucking turned on." He leans in, hot breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. "Admit it. You want me to take control, to make you mine right here where anyone could walk by and see what a needy little thing you are for me."
You shudder under his touch, a moan escaping your lips as you press yourself closer to him. "Yes," you whisper, voice trembling with need. "I want you to claim me, right here, right now. Make me yours."
Your hands slide up his chest, nails scraping lightly over the armor as you pull him down for a hot kiss. You can taste the ale on his tongue, igniting a fire within yourself. Breaking away, you gaze up at him with hooded eyes, chest heaving. "Take me," you plead, hips rolling subtly against his. "Use me however you want."
A wicked grin spreads across his face at your pleas. In one swift motion, he spins you around and pins you face-first against the tent, grinding his hardness against your ass. "Such an eager little slut for me," he growls, nipping at your earlobe. "Gonna give you exactly what you need."
One of his hands yanks up your skirt while the other gropes your breast roughly through your top. He kicks your legs apart and rubs his finger along your clothed slit, groaning at the wetness. "Fuck, you're dripping already. Such a desperate cunt for my cock."
Without warning, he shoves your panties aside and plunges two fingers into your tight cunt. "Is this what you wanted, baby?"
A choked cry escapes you as his fingers invade your slick folds, stretching and filling you so suddenly. Your knees buckle, but he holds you up, fingers pumping relentlessly. "Ah! Yes, yes, oh god!"
The combination of the rough treatment and the public setting sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. You arch your back, pushing your ass harder against his straining erection. "More," you whimper, desperate for relief. "Please, I need you inside me."
Reaching down to your breast, you grab his wrist and guide his hand to your clit, urging him to rub the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts. "Make me come on your fingers," you beg shamelessly, lost in the haze of arousal. "Fill me up, please..."
He chuckles darkly at your shameless begging, fingers circling your clit firmly as they continue to pump in and out of your wet pussy. "That's it, take it like the greedy little slut you are," he praises huskily, grinding his cloth-covered cock against your ass. "Gonna make this pretty pussy cream all over my hand."
His fingers presses hard on your clit, rubbing tight circles as he crooks his fingers to hit that special spot inside you with each deep thrust. "Come for me. Let everyone hear what a desperate slut you are for my fingers."
He bites down on your shoulder, sucking a dark mark into your skin as he finger-fucks you harder, determined to push you over the edge.
The pressure builds rapidly, your body tensing as Ashton's relentless stimulation pushes you closer to climax. The sound of the music, the feeling of his rough hands on your most intimate places, knowing that you're being taken in public, it all combines to create an overwhelming sense of pleasure.
"Ah! Ahh, I'm... I'm gonna—" Your words cut off as the orgasm crashes over you, waves of intense ecstasy washing through your core. Your inner muscles clench and flutter wildly around Ashton's fingers, gushing warmth onto his hand as you tremble and moan.
For a moment, you're lost in the sensation, unable to form coherent thoughts. Finally, you manage to gasp out, "F-fuck, Ashton. That was incredible..."
Still riding the aftershocks, you look back at him over your shoulder, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed with satisfaction.
He groans as he pulls his soaked digits from your hole, he brings them to his mouth, making a show of licking your juices off with a satisfied hum.
"You taste even better than I imagined," he purrs, voice rough with desire. He turn your body towards him before shoving you down to the ground, his other hand fumbles with the zipper of his pants, freeing his hard cock. It springs out, thick and flushed, the tip glistening with precum.
"Look at me," he commands, roughly reaching for your chin. As soon as you comply, he slaps the broad head of his cock on your lips. "You know what to do."
With wide, submissive eyes, you part your lips, allowing Ashton's throbbing cock to slide between them. You wrap your lips around the engorged head, sucking gently as your tongue swirls around the salty tip.
As you begin to bob your head, taking more of him into your mouth with each pass, Ashton's grip on your hair tightens. He guides your movements, setting a relentless pace as he fucks your face. The vibrations of your moans around his shaft only spur him on.
"Fuck yeah, just like that," he growls, hips snapping forward to bury himself deeper. "Take it all, you filthy little cocksucker. Your lips looks so fucking good wrapped around my cock."
He buries himself fully in your throat, groaning at the tightness around his shaft. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as he holds you in place, your nose pressed against his pelvis. After a long moment, he pulls back, allowing you to catch a ragged breath before slamming back in.
"That's it, choke on my fucking cock," he smirks, setting a brutal pace as he uses your mouth for his pleasure.
His balls slaps against your chin with each thrust, drool leaking from the corners of your stretched lips. The wet sounds of your slurping fill the air, mixing with the distant music and the creaking of the tent poles. "Touch yourself."
With a muffled whimper, you obey Ashton's command, sliding a hand down to rub at your swollen clit. The dual sensations of his cock in your mouth and your own fingers teasing your sensitive nub send jolts of pleasure through your nerves.
As you work yourself closer to another peak, Ashton's grip on your hair loosens slightly, giving you room to breathe between his deep invasions. His harsh panting tells you he's getting close, and the thought of bringing him to climax with your mouth sends a thrill of pride and power through you.
Encouraged, you redouble your efforts, suckling harder and stroking your clit faster. Your free hand grips the fabric of your skirt, bunching it up as you spread your thighs wider, presenting yourself more openly to him. "Mhhh... Ash, I'm g-gonna cum again,"
His eyes darken with lust as he watches you, the sight of your desperation only driving him closer to the edge. "Fuck, I need to be inside you," he groans.
Without any warning, Ashton pulls his cock out of your mouth before grabbing you by the hair and spinning you around. He bends you over a nearby barrel, kicking your feet apart.
"Hands on the wood, don't you dare move," he commands, delivering a sharp smack to your ass.
He flips your skirt up over your back, exposing your dripping pussy. With no prep, he lines himself up and slams forward, burying his thick length into your cunt.
"Aaah, fuck!" he groans, savoring the exquisite squeeze of your walls around him. "So fucking tight, I knew your cunt would feel amazing."
Gripping your hips, he sets a punishing pace, pounding into you wildly.
You let out a sharp hiss as Ashton's massive cock spears into you, stretching your already sensitive walls to their limit. The sudden intrusion leaves you breathless, your body struggling to accommodate his size.
But as he begins to move, the pain quickly gives way to pleasure, each powerful thrust sending shockwaves of ecstasy through your core. Your hands desperately trying to hold on to the wooden surface, nails digging in as you brace yourself against his thrusts.
"Yes, yes, harder!" you hiss, the words punctuated by the slapping sound of flesh on flesh. Your inner muscles clench around him, trying to milk his cock.
The force of his thrusts rocks your entire body, your breasts bouncing with each move. His cock continues to hit your g-spot.
He leans over you, covering your smaller frame with his body as he thrust in and out of your hole. One hand snakes around to grab your breast roughly, pinching and tugging at your nipple through the fabric of your top.
"You love this, don't you? Being split open by my fat cock like the desperate little fucktoy you are," he growls in your ear.
His other hand moves to your clit and starts rubbing mercilessly. "I'm gonna make your needy cunt squirt all over my cock."
Your cries escalate into incoherent moans as Ashton pushes you closer to the brink once more. The relentless pounding of his cock, combined with the cruel pinch of his fingers on your sensitive nipple and the ruthless rubbing of your clit, overwhelms you entirely.
"I-I can't... It's too much!" you hiss, even as your hips buck back to meet his thrusts, craving even more friction. Your inner walls clenching around him, desperately trying to draw him deeper. "Ashton, I'm gonna squirt!"
"That's it, cum on my cock like the filthy slut you are!" Ashton grunts, doubling his efforts.
The wet sounds of your contact fill the air, mixed with the creaking of the barrel under your combined weight. Sweat drips down his brow as he chases his own release, determined to make you fall apart first.
With a particularly deep thrust, he grinds against your g-spot. "Squirt for me. Soak my fucking cock. I wanna feel your cunt gush and spray as I ruin you."
Your body seizes up, overwhelmed by the intensity of Ashton's thrusts and the relentless stimulation of your most sensitive spots. With a quiet scream, you explode into a mind-shattering orgasm, your pussy clamping down viciously on his cock.
"Ahh, ah, ahhh! I'm squirting!" you sob, convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. Fluid gushes out of you, splashing against the barrel and pooling on the ground below.
Your vision blurs, and your mind goes blank, consumed solely by the overwhelming sensations coursing through your veins as Ashton keep on thrusting his thick cock inside you and rubbing your sensitive clit.
The feel of your cunt gushing and squeezing around his cock is enough to push Ashton over the edge. With a guttural moan, he buries himself and erupts, his hot seed flooding in as he fills you.
"Fuck!" he grunts, hips jerking as he rides out his climax. His cock pulses and twitches inside you, pumping streams of thick cum.
Finally spent, he collapses on top of you, his heavy breathing fogging the air near your ear. "Holy shit... That was incredible," he pants, still buried within your quivering walls.
After a moment, he slowly withdraws, watching in satisfaction as his creamy load leaks out of your well-used cunt and trickles down your thigh.
He steps back, admiring the sight of you sprawled out on the barrel, your skirt still hiked up and your pussy glistening with evidence of your intense activity. "You look so deliciously fucked up," he says with a smirk, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.
As if just remembering his surroundings, he glances around, ensuring they haven't drawn attention to themselves. Satisfied they're still alone, he tucks his now soft cock back into his pants.
Turning to face you once more, he offers a hand to help you up, his expression softening slightly. "You okay? That was a bit rougher than I intended."
Despite the exhaustion and lingering pleasure, you find yourself smiling at him, a hint of mischief in your eyes. "You owe me a turkey leg."