Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
My hips jerk. A moan escapes my lips.
He continues to lick me and I start to tremble. My nails dig into the mattress. Each time his tongue enters me, heat floods my belly and spreads through my veins. My mind gets lost in a haze.
When his thumb presses against my nub, my hips jerk again. My moans spill into the air as the pleasure from both his tongue and his fingers drives me crazy. I fight it at first because I’m afraid it might be too much, but eventually all I can do is surrender. As soon as I do, waves of heat roll over my skin. I grab Asher’s hair and try to hold on as my body arches. My toes curl. My eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Holy… fuck…”
The curse slips past my lips just before I run out of breath, of speech, of thought. For a moment after, my mind drifts off. My body goes numb. Then the sound of a drawer opening jolts me back to reality.
I turn my head to find Asher standing by the bed. He takes out a packet of condoms from the drawer, then pulls his cock out of his boxers. My eyes grow wide as I finally lay eyes on it. Just as I thought, it’s thick. And long. Massive. I feel a tinge of fear at the thought of that entering me, but at the same time I can’t help but feel excited.
The place he teased tingles. I’m ready for more.
I watch Asher as he slips the rubber sheath onto his cock. Even if I wanted to tear my gaze away, I couldn’t. I’m mesmerized.
When Asher turns, our eyes meet. His lips curve into a grin.
“Ready?” he asks.
I respond by stretching my arms out to him eagerly. He just brought me to a cloud of pleasure and I’m still on it. I want him to join me there as well.
He climbs back on the bed and kneels between my legs. Then he grabs a pillow which he slips beneath my butt to lift my hips. He grips my thighs and I brace myself for what’s to come.
Like before, I feel a slight discomfort as his cock enters me, stretching me. But it fades. The more he fills me, the more excitement swirls in my veins. I feel like I’m on a roller coaster. Right now, the car is still climbing slowly up the rails, trudging along, but I know it will soon reach the top and then…
I let out a cry as Asher gives a hard thrust that reaches deep inside me. And then everything just speeds up. I grip the edges of the pillow under me as I scream and gasp.
“Oh God! Oh God! It’s so… good!”
Asher pounds into me.
“You like that?” he asks after a particularly hard thrust.
I do, but it’s not enough.
“More,” I tell him. “Faster.”
He complies. The bed creaks. My head spins. My vision starts to blur.
Asher grabs my ankles as his pace becomes erratic. Then he buries himself deep inside me in a final thrust. That thrust sends me over the edge, causing me to tremble as I push my hips against Asher, trying to take him even deeper. As deep as I can. My cries mingle with his grunts. Then we both fall silent as we gasp for air.
It’s over.
I let go of the pillow and lie still, too tired to move. When Asher pulls out, I just let my legs fall on the bed. After a few seconds, I pull the pillow out from under me and hug it to my chest as I lie on my side.
Now what? Am I satisfied now? Is this enough?
Something inside me tells me no. But what if it is enough for Asher? What if he tells me to leave his apartment?
I’m about to sit up, but then I feel Asher’s arm around me. He’s lying behind me. His breath tickles my ear. His erection pokes my back.
Erection?
He brushes my hair aside and kisses the nape of my neck. Then he whispers in my ear.
“I’ve got nothing else to do this morning. What about you?”
I turn my head to meet his gaze. “Nothing.”
He grasps my chin. “Then would you like to stay a little longer?”
My lips curve into a grin. “Sure.”
~
That sure was… incredible to say the least, I think as I wipe the cum off my chest in Asher’s bathroom. That’s the result of me asking him to do me raw, which was probably the best time we did it.
I glance at my reflection in the mirror and smile.
How many times did we do it? Three? Four? I can’t even remember how many orgasms I had. But I do know that I’ve just had the best sex of my life. And now I’m worried that it may never happen again.