Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 102177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
I was yanked around, and Asher’s mouth was on mine before I realized I was alone. In a room. With a hot guy. All thoughts that could cripple me were silenced with Asher’s mouth on mine. With his roving hands that ran down my body, roughly cupping my breasts.
I moaned into his mouth. No one had ever touched me, kissed me like that in my life. I pressed my body into his, mindless need dictating my emotions. Nothing else. He was treating me like a woman. A woman he desired. One who was beautiful. Even if this was only for a night, I’d suck out every piece of tonight I could.
His hands went to my ass, and he lifted me so my legs wrapped around his waist.
“You taste so fuckin’ good, flower,” he murmured, mouth inches from mine. “Can’t wait to taste that pussy,” he continued, then he dropped me onto the bed.
I lay there, my mind swirling with desire at his words, at the hungry look on his face. A look that was directed at me. I stared as he quickly tossed his leather vest into the corner of the room, and my eyes widened when he yanked his gray tee over his head. Abs, like a fricking six pack assaulted my eyes.
“Dude,” I whispered. “It’s like you’re photoshopped.” I unintentionally quoted one of my favorite movies, but that was how it looked to me right now. It couldn’t possibly be real. A man like that, wanting a girl like me?
A grin rippled through the hunger on his face, and he moved to lie on top of me on the bed, his bare, hard skin pressing into mine while he watched my face.
“You’re full of surprises, flower, it’s hotter than anything,” he murmured against my lips.
He kissed the bejesus out of me, then moved his mouth downward. He nuzzled my neck a moment then lifted his head. He regarded my button up dress for a minute, then his hands went to either side and, I kid you not, ripped it apart.
The buttons went flying everywhere.
I didn’t even care about the fate of my dress, about the fact it meant I’d be stumbling out of here in only my bathing suit. Nothing mattered the moment he hissed as he exposed my breast and sucked on my nipple.
Every nerve ending in my body tingled at this, I rubbed my thighs together at the feeling building in between them. I’d never known his beautiful mouth would feel so good on my breasts. I knew what orgasms were. I’d given them to myself before. I knew in this moment, whatever was coming would eclipse those pitiful excuses.
“You gonna come with just my mouth on your nipple, flower?” Asher muttered, and cold air bit my naked breast.
I didn’t have the constitution to mutter anything intelligible, only looked at him through my lashes.
“You’re gonna come in my mouth,” he growled.
My stomach dipped.
“You want that?” he asked his voice hoarse.
His hands trailed my stomach and I sucked in a breath as he dipped down my bare skin. I could only nod as his fingers explored the skin no man had ever touched.
“I want you to tell me what you want,” he murmured, his finger making lazy circles.
“I w-want,” I stuttered, and my breath came in pants as he kept making those circles.
He stopped, his eyes on mine. “You want what?”
“Don’t stop,” I moaned.
He grinned. “Tell me what you want. Then I’ll eat you, baby, taste your honey on my tongue.”
“I want that, I want your mouth,” I whispered.
His entire face darkened. “Where, baby?”
His fingers began to move again, this time dancing at my entrance.
“My pussy,” I whispered, just as his finger plunged into me.
His entire body froze as I cried out in pleasure, on the edge of climax.
His eyes locked on mine. His face turned blank.
“Tell me you’re not a fucking virgin,” he clipped, the cords in his neck tight.
I froze as I realized the look on his face. I felt my face redden. “I’m sorry, I forgot to mention,” I said in a small voice.
All I wanted to do was scramble away, hide my embarrassment, and never look at another man again. But his body was on mine, holding me hostage the same way his stare was.
“How the fuck,” he ground out, “does someone forget they’re a virgin?”
I tried to move, but his free hand, the one not inside me, pressed against my chest. “You don’t need to move to answer,” he stated firmly.
I stared at him, feeling my eyes prickle slightly, residual arousal from his body, his finger, making it hard to think straight.
“Well,” I started, unable to tear my eyes from his, “first it was the tequila, I was kind of drunk off that. Then it was you,” I whispered and his eyes flared. “I got drunk off you. Off the fact that you talked to me. You wanted me. You kissed me. All I wanted, all I want is more. You made me forget I hadn’t had more before,” I admitted in a small voice.