Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Before long, I’m breaking apart as I start to orgasm.
“Yes,” he growls in triumph as my muscles clench onto his fingers. A low, rumbling moan of release escapes my lips.
Then his hands are gone, and my dress is being tugged over my head. My arms willingly lift, giving him lazy access to bare my entire body, and then he spins me around.
Lowers me onto a mound of huge pillows covered in dark purple silk that must have been there the entire time, even though they seem to magically appear so we have a soft bed of iniquity for our use.
He towers over me, eyes roaming over my body as he starts to disrobe. I blatantly stare at him, still immersed in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss and burgeoning new lust as his clothes come off.
Asher’s cock is enormous, veined, and beautiful. I wonder if he wants my mouth there. I’ll gladly do it.
Instead, he’s kneeling between my legs. Awestruck, I watch as he rolls a condom onto his hard length. His hands go to my legs, pulls them further apart, and then he lowers himself onto me. I sink further into the plush pillows, feeling completely captured by the weight of his body.
The tip of his cock is pulsing at my entrance, but he doesn’t move. Instead, he stares at me a moment before lowering his head to place his mouth on mine. It’s the first time we’ve kissed.
He’s made me orgasm… and we haven’t even kissed yet.
Just as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, he presses himself into me. One long, sliding sweep of his cock into my pussy. When he’s fully impaled, he lets out a soft groan into my mouth.
I had thought having sex in front of a bunch of strangers would be as embarrassing as it was titillating. Instead, all thoughts and reason just seem to melt away.
As of now, there’s only Asher and me in this room. I’m completely consumed by the way he feels inside of me. When he begins to move, I start to fly. His thrusts are so fully penetrating, so demanding and consuming, that I find my body giving over to him completely. Another orgasm fires, brews, builds, and with a deep thrust from Asher, breaks free. I buck and scream. He kisses me harder to smother it.
Fucks me harder.
His hands go to my wrists, and he pins them above my head. Fierce lust in his hazel eyes, Asher gazes at me. I start to burn from the inside out. Another tremor of pleasure hits me hard, runs up my spine, and has me arching into him.
“Fuck,” Asher grunts as he plows deeply into me once more. As he starts to come, I watch the veins stand out at his temples and his eyes flash with relief as he pours himself into the condom with a massive, heaving shudder of his body.
Staying stiff for a moment, he finally relaxes and slumps against me. It’s for long enough that I can bring my hand to his head and run my fingertips through his sweaty hair. I almost have time to open my mouth to tell him how amazing that was before he’s rolling off me.
Asher stands, grabs my discarded dress, and drops it on my legs.
“It’s getting late,” he says as he peels the condom off and tosses it in a nearby trash can.
Nabbing his pants from the floor, he reaches into a pocket and pulls out a piece of folded paper. He hands it to me. Numbly, I take it while holding my dress over my lap.
I thumb the paper open, knowing exactly what it is.
A check made payable to me for five thousand dollars.
CHAPTER 5
Asher
After having been gone on a business trip the last three days and having just disembarked the redeye from Los Angeles to Vegas, I really should be heading home for a good night’s sleep.
Instead, I leave the airport, turning not toward my downtown luxury apartment but rather to a local bar called Joe’s. My assistant easily obtained Hannah’s second place of employment along with the address, which I put into my navigation system. It’s in an area of town that’s not quite used to seeing a three hundred-thousand-dollar sports car, and I worry slightly it might get boosted. I hope the car alarm is enough to dissuade some would-be criminal, but it’s hard to tell.
It’s not a worry that’s big enough to thwart me, so I park in a darkened lot across the street. Besides, it’s why I have insurance.
When I open the bar door, I’m hit with a wave of smoke and realize I must be obsessed with Hannah. Why else would I come to this stinking pit when I could easily just call her?
When I spy her behind the bar, pulling a mug of draft beer, my body tightens with need. It’s all it takes to have my answer.