Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Asher stood up as well, towering over me as he looked down on my body. He didn’t touch me, but I could still feel the caress of his gaze as he inspected his property. He didn’t know it yet, but I was his for an eternity.
“Take off your shirt.”
I gripped the hem of the fabric and lifted it off of my body before tossing it to the ground. Asher walked around me in slow circles, humming in appreciation as he devoured my torso with his eyes. “And the pants.”
I toed out of my shoes and socks before lowering my jeans to the floor and kicking them away. I may have prepared for this moment by not wearing underwear to Asher’s apartment and shaving my groin smooth for his enjoyment. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he quickly trained his face back to neutral.
Asher stood in front of me, licking his lips as he took in the view of my long, slender, uncut cock, which was hard from his examination and aching with need.
His thick hand cupped over his crotch and he massaged himself through his jeans as he stared at me. I didn’t dare touch myself or even move until he gave me instruction.
“You are so damn sexy, boy,” Asher grumbled, squeezing his bulge through the denim. “I’m going to do nasty, wonderful things to you. Is that what you want?”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, though another name tingled on my lips, waiting to be spoken. It had always been my fantasy, but I’d never wanted to use it with any other man. I trusted fate’s pairing and the bond I had with Asher and added, “Please, Daddy?”
Asher growled as he popped the button of his jeans, allowing the zipper to inch down on its own under the pressure of his cock. The name meant as much to him as it did to me.
He fished his hard flesh out of his boxers and it was my turn to growl; Asher wasn’t quite as long as I was, but he was twice as thick. Juicy veins led up his shaft to his cut head, and his hairy, heavy balls looked delicious.
Asher gripped the base of his cock and gave himself a slow, firm pull. “You like what you see, boy?” The question was hot as hell, but I didn’t miss the tinge of uncertainty in his voice. My man didn’t know how incredible he was.
“I love it. Can I please see more, Daddy?”
Asher’s hands hesitated for a moment before they removed his t-shirt. My breath caught; he looked better than I imagined. Tattoos of pretty black designs ran up his arms and onto his shoulders, spanning across his collar bone. Hair coated his chest and his thick belly that rested atop of his jeans.
“You’re perfect,” I told him in a whisper, and the slightest smile stretched over Asher’s lips before his expression turned determined. He stripped the rest of his clothes off and stood before me in all of his glory; his thick thighs, strong shoulders, and fat cock made my mouth water.
He lifted his hand and crooked one finger, beckoning me forward without a word. I stepped up until our toes touched and Asher wrapped both of his big hands around the back of my head, hauling me into a deep kiss.
Our lips touched and my eyes rolled back to my brain. His mouth was warm and soft against mine as he took control, gently sucking my lips between his and nibbling on my skin.
He parted my mouth with his and slid the tip of his tongue along mine, forcefully enough to let me know not to move until he’d had time to explore. And so I stayed still and let him get his fill as he licked along my cheeks, tongue, and roof of my mouth. He studied my flavor and soaked it all in. I’d never been kissed like this.
With a tap of his tongue to mine, I knew that he was ready for me to kiss him back, so I tangled my slick appendage with his. I tickled each taste bud, lapping up the flavor of steak and lust.
Asher pulled his mouth from mine and before I could protest, he squatted down to wrap his arms around the tops of my thighs. I squealed in surprised delight as he scooped me off of the floor and took a few steps to his bed in the far corner of the room.
He tossed me onto the mattress, which was neatly dressed in navy blue blankets. When I stopped bouncing, Asher climbed onto his knees, grabbed one of my ankles in each hand, and spread my legs apart. He lifted them into the air and told me, “Hold them here.”
I quickly did as he asked, lying spread eagle and exposing my hole to him. Asher growled in approval before placing a large, warm palm on each of my ass cheeks. He rolled my body up like a sleeping bag until my feet were above my shoulders and my ass hovered in the air.