Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
I start to close my legs, and he leans over, pressing his hands to my inner thighs to keep them open. His touch is teasing as he first kisses my knee, then the inside of my thigh. His lips and tongue are everywhere except where I really need him.
“Asher,” I moan.
He laughs teasingly. “You want my mouth on you, angel?”
“Yes.” I moan, lifting my hips.
“Say it. Tell me what you want.”
I groan. “Please, Asher. Please touch me there.”
His hands squeeze my legs, and with big, long strokes, he slides his hands up and over my thighs. “Say it, Madelyn. Tell me where you want me to put my mouth.”
I groan and arch my back. “On my pussy. Please.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, he dives between my legs. He moans, and the vibration has me lifting my hips, begging for more.
He’s relentless as he tastes me. He holds me open as he takes sweet possession of my body. I run my hands through his hair and hold him to me. He brings me to the edge over and over, and then as soon as I’m about to crest, he slows his touch. I’m about to beg when he finally takes me completely, and I come on his tongue. My legs squeeze around his head as the orgasm shoots through my body, but he doesn’t stop.
As I start to come down, his tongue is gentle as he laps at me.
I’m limp as he climbs up my body and settles over me. When he kisses me, I whimper at the taste of me on his lips.
“Can I have you, Madelyn?”
CHAPTER 10
ASHER
She lifts her hips as an answer, and I groan as I pull my lips from hers. I still stand by the fact that she deserves better than me, but I’m shameless because even knowing it, I can’t just walk away from her. Nothing could take me from her at this point.
“Maddie.”
Her eyes fly open. “Maddie?”
I stroke my finger along her cheek. “Is that okay?”
She nods, staring me in the eyes. “I like it, actually. No one’s ever given me a nickname before.”
“Now you have one.”
She nods and opens her legs and wraps them around me, digging her heels into my bare ass. My cock is positioned at her entrance, but I still hold back. All I need to do is sink my hips down and I can claim her, but there’s something holding me back.
“Asher.”
My voice is raspy. “Yeah?”
“Please,” she pleads.
She reaches down and wraps her hand around my manhood. As she strokes me through her swollen slit, I know that being inside Madelyn Weston is going to change my life. I have no doubt about it.
She positions me at her entrance, and I slowly enter her. I give her time to adjust to me, and when she lifts her hips a little, I know she’s ready for more.
I pump my hips into her, her head falls back, and she closes her eyes.
There’s no stopping me now, but I want her looking at me.
“Eyes, Maddie. Open them up and let me see those pretty blue-green eyes.”
Her lids pop open, and she looks at me as if she’s staring into my soul. There’s a connection between us that makes this even more potent than before. With each thrust of my hips, she moans.
The only sounds in the room are the slapping of our bodies coming together and our panting breaths.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, please don’t stop, Asher. I’m so close.”
I reach between us and press my finger to her clit. I stroke her and feel her pussy clench on to me. It’s too much; the feeling is intense, but I can’t stop. She opens to me, taking me deeper, and I thrust erratically.
I know the exact moment she loses control and the orgasm hits her. Her pussy is like a vise, and her whole body goes taut. I come buried deep inside her and paint her insides until I have nothing left to give.
Panting, I hover over her and try to catch my breath. She’s limp under me, and I try to move so I’m not squashing her, but she holds on to me. “Don’t leave yet.”
I kiss her breast, and she giggles. I whisper against her hot skin, “I’m not leaving.”
She releases her hold on me, and I move to the side of her. “I’ll be right back.”
I stand up and stare at the marks I’ve left on her body. Satisfied, I walk into the adjoining bathroom. After cleaning myself up, I walk back out to her. She holds her hand out for the wet cloth I have in my hand, but I shake my head. “Open up.”
She shakes her head, her cheeks turning red. “Asher, I can—” she starts, but I cut her off. “I know you can, but I want to take care of you. Let me do this.”