Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
He’s right.
Not only do I want it, I need it.
I’m forced to the present when he gathers up the long strands of my hair and wraps them around his hand. He pulls on the length until it becomes necessary for me to tilt my head. The pressure remains firm but not painful. The feel of him holding me like this sends an arrow of lust straight to my core before exploding upon impact.
“Am I hurting you?”
It’s tempting to shake my head, but I can’t without inflicting pain onto myself. “No.”
“Do you want me to let go?” His voice grows taut, filling with tension as if he’s walking a tightrope.
Is that what I do to him?
Is that what this does to him?
It’s a heady sensation.
“No.”
“Good, because I like looking at you like this. On all fours, bent over with your ass in the air, your hair gripped tightly in my hand while I feed your needy pussy with my cock.”
Oh god.
Those words.
They echo hollowly in my head and turn me on even more. Only then does he withdraw before thrusting deep inside and filling me to the brim.
It feels amazing.
So fucking amazing.
The sensation on my scalp is a relentless pressure as his other hand curls into my hip, keeping me flush with his body. As unlikely as our friendship is, we somehow fit together perfectly. Two pieces of a different puzzle. It doesn’t make a damn bit of sense, and quite honestly, I’m tired of trying to find fault with it.
I can’t do it any longer.
Pleasure mounts, gradually building as he maintains a steady rhythm. It’s the tight hold on his self-control that allows me to surrender and give myself over to him the way he’s patiently urged. My muscles slacken as the internal protests chirping in the back of my brain are finally silenced.
“That’s it,” he grunts. “Let me do this for you.”
When his grip on my hair increases, I find myself arching, tipping my head farther as his thrusts intensify until he’s able to hit a place deep inside. The steady tempo is like the rocking of the ocean, lulling me into a strange, contented state.
“Such a good girl.”
The praise has my pussy contracting, flooding with heat.
“You like that, don’t you?” he says knowingly.
Before I can summon a response, his fingers loosen from my hip, and he smacks my ass. The sharp sound resonates throughout the room.
“Yes,” I bite out, surprised by the swat, but loving it at the same time.
His pace increases as his hand snakes around my hip before finding my clit.
“I want you to come for me,” he orders, applying more pressure to that tiny bundle of nerves as his thrusts reach a crescendo. “Now.”
And just like that, I fall apart on command. Stars explode behind my eyelids as an orgasm rips through my body. Asher groans, and the deep scrape of his voice only amplifies my pleasure. My pussy clenches around him, milking the last of his release before he collapses on top of me. A few harsh breaths later, he loosens the grip on my hair and presses a kiss against my shoulder as his cock softens. And still, he doesn’t move. We stay fused together in the most primal and intimate way imaginable.
Everything that just happened, the way I willingly gave myself over, crashes through my head and my muscles stiffen.
When his teeth sink into my flesh, I yelp.
“Stop it.”
My eyes widen. “Stop what?”
“Thinking. There’s no going back. Only forward.”
“I—”
He pulls away enough to smack my ass with the flat of his palm. “Don’t lie to me. Not when I’m buried deep inside your body.” He gives me another swat in the same place. It’s not enough to cause pain or damage, only to capture my attention. “Do you understand?”
I nibble at my lower lip, unsure how to respond.
“Lola,” he growls. “I’ll spank you all damn night if that’s what it takes to get it through your thick skull.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Okay, what?”
“I won’t lie to you.”
“And?” He stretches out the word.
My muscles loosen as I capitulate. “I won’t fight this.”
He rubs the abraded area. “Good girl.”
A feeling of loss floods me as he pulls out and pads into the bathroom. I remain still, only turning my head enough to watch him. A few seconds tick by before he walks back out and beelines for me. That’s when I realize I’m still kneeling on the bed with my ass in the air. As I jolt, attempting to scramble away, one large palm settles on my lower back to pin me in place as something warm and damp is pressed against my exposed core.
I gasp as a strange pleasure floods through me.
“I can clean myself off,” I whisper, embarrassment stinging my cheeks.
“I’m aware of that, but I want to do it for you.”
The tension gripping my muscles, locking them in place, gradually dissipates as he presses the heated cloth against my pussy before stroking it over my flesh and wiping away my arousal. The more he rubs, the more turned on I get, which is ridiculous. The man just gave me two amazing orgasms, I should be completely sated.