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)
I can’t help myself. Taking that as tacit permission, I let my gaze run all over his well-built physique. I even stare at his cock, which is impressive in length and girth even when at rest.
When I slowly make my way back up, I find his eyes on me with an intensity that makes my legs go weak. The air between us seems to crackle, and the hair on my arms stands on ends.
“Take your clothes off,” he orders gruffly.
My gaze drops back down, and I see his cock lengthening. A cramp clutches my pussy, and I don’t hesitate.
I obey him at once. He smiles with dark satisfaction as I pull my t-shirt up over my head, tossing it carelessly to the ground.
My bra is barely off and falling from my fingertips before he’s taking long strides across the room. He falls to his knees before me, then jerks at the button on my jeans. His movements are harsh, his breathing erratic. He gets the zipper down, roughly pulling at the denim until it’s past my hips.
Asher pushes his face into my crotch, his breath hot through the cotton of my plain white panties. I feel like I could come from just the heat of his mouth. He tongues at me through the material and it joins the wetness that soaked the material when I first gazed on his naked body.
“This isn’t part of our deal,” I manage to gasp even as my fingers slide into his hair and grip hard to hold him to me.
He chuckles, the vibration hitting my clit before he looks up at me. “It’s not against our deal either.”
“True,” I gasp as he stands up, lifting me easily in his arms.
The room spins, and he drops me to the mattress. More rough grabs and pulls as he disrobes me, starting with socks and shoes and ending up with my panties tossed over his shoulder to the floor.
Then his hands are in my armpits and he’s lifting me, throwing me higher up the bed. He follows, crawls like a sleek cat right up my body, his eyes locked onto mine the entire time.
As his mouth comes down onto mine, his hand goes in between my legs. I’m slightly embarrassed at how easy his fingers slide into me.
“Asher,” I murmur against his tongue.
When he lifts his head, I get a feral flash of teeth. “I like my name on your lips. Always so needy sounding.”
His fingers are gone, but I don’t feel the loss because he’s sliding his thick cock into me. God, it feels so damn good. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
Is it bad I don’t want to feel anything but this ever again?
Asher kisses me again and starts to move, producing groans of pleasure from us.
We’ve never had sex on a mattress before, and the intimacy of being in his bedroom has a profound affect. My body quickens in a way I’ve not felt before, and he’s barely a few thrusts in before an orgasm starts to tremble.
Does Asher feel it, too? Can he feel me starting to tighten, or maybe it’s the way my fingers are digging into his shoulders?
He feels something because he starts to fuck me harder. He stops kissing me only to hover over my face, once again locking his eyes to mine.
Jaw tight, lower lip pressed between straight teeth, he fucks me with the expression on his face as well as his cock. He’s totally consumed by me. Knows that fansmy fire.
I explode unexpectedly, crying out as my back arches.
“Yes,” he says in triumph, starting to pound even harder. Holding tight, I wrap my quavering legs around him and lock them at the ankles. I let him ride me hard. Every thrust extends my orgasm, until he goes deep, then still, and suddenly starts to unload inside of me. He shudders hard, lets out a deep groan of release, and rocks against me a few times until he collapses.
I get a short squeeze of his arms around me before he’s pulling out and rolling off the bed. I gasp when he grabs an ankle, then pulls me across the mattress until I’m forced to stand beside him. He retrieves my panties and kneels before me, using the tip of his finger to slide through the semen starting to run down the inside of one thigh. I watch in fascination when his lips curl upward in satisfaction as he helps me step into my panties.
Asher slides them gently up my legs, standing along the way and arranging them into place at my hipbones.
He then cups between my legs, pressing the heel of his hand into the wet warmth there.
Tilting his head, he whispers in my ear, “Don’t you dare clean this up. I want your panties wet with me while you’re working. Want you thinking about this all day.”