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)
“I fucking love seeing you on your knees.”
Strangely enough, I like it, too. There’s something about having to tilt my head to meet his heavy-lidded gaze that is beyond sexy. It has need throbbing to life in my core.
Once my tongue dances over every inch of his balls, I lick my way back up his cock before sucking the tip into my mouth. His fingers tighten around my skull as his eyelids droop.
“God, that feels so damn good.”
Each time I slide along his hard length, I take him deeper until he’s able to nudge the back of my throat. Another groan rumbles up from within his chest as I keep up a steady rhythm. My hand slides from his thickly muscled thigh to his backside so I can cup one taut cheek and press him closer as the other rises to massage his sac.
“Fuuuuck.”
He tilts his pelvis and pushes forward. When my mouth turns voracious, his body stiffens before he attempts to shove me away. Instead of allowing that to happen, I keep my gaze trained on him and continue sucking his dick.
“Really, baby. It’s not necessary,” he mutters, jaw clenched. His voice is so tightly strung that it sounds as if it could shatter into a million jagged pieces.
When his balls draw up against his body, and his muscles tense, I know he’s seconds away from finding his release.
“Lola,” he growls as the first drops of cum splash against the back of my throat before I swallow them down greedily. His fingers sink into my scalp, holding me close as he orgasms. It’s only when he softens that I set him free.
As soon as I do, he reaches down, slipping his arms around my upper body and hauling me to my feet. The moment his mouth fastens on mine, I open so his tongue can delve inside to tangle with my own.
After a few seconds that have me turning breathless, he draws away. “I don’t think there’s anything sexier than the taste of me on your lips.”
He swings toward the twin bed before setting me in the middle of it. Straightening to his full height, he grips the hem of his T-shirt and whips it over his head before tossing it to the carpet. His jeans and boxer briefs follow suit, getting shoved down powerful thighs. He pulls off both shoes and socks until he’s naked. I can’t help but eat him up with my eyes, enjoying the sight of him.
Asher is physically imposing and so damn beautiful. All those chiseled muscles honed from years of playing football and lifting weights. Some girls might go weak in the knees for a hard chest, six-pack, or nice ass.
My downfall is bulging biceps.
Everything about Asher is sharply defined. Especially his arms. What I love most is the feel of them wrapped tightly around me. When he’s holding me close, I feel protected and safe. I’m not used to that kind of physical security and can’t help but revel in it.
As I continue to stare, lost in the sight of him, his cock thickens again, turning hard.
I raise a brow and meet his gaze. “Kind of insatiable, aren’t you?”
“When it comes to you? Damn right I am.”
The way those words rumble from his chest sends a flurry of excitement spiraling through me.
When my fingers drift to the hem of my shirt, ready to remove it, he shakes his head. “The pleasure of stripping you bare is mine. Don’t take that away from me.”
Another thrill shoots through me as my arms drift to my sides.
His lips curve upward. “Such a good girl.”
That comment has desire exploding in my core and dampening my panties. My mouth turns cottony as he closes the distance and grips the edge of my shirt before lifting it, baring more of my body to his sight. There’s nothing rushed about the movements. It’s as if we have all the time in the world to explore one another. Once the top has been tossed to the floor, my bra comes next. The latch is unfastened until the cups can fall away from my breasts.
He groans at the sight of my nipples before reaching out and tweaking one little bud until it stiffens and then doing the same to the other. I can’t help but arch into his touch, loving the way he makes me feel.
His fingers drift from my breasts to the button of my jeans before flicking it open and slowly dragging down the zipper. It’s tempting to knock his hands away so I can tear the denim off in one hasty movement. Instead, I sit back and force myself to suck in a deep breath before slowly exhaling, allowing him to do it because it gives him pleasure. After the thick material is shed, my panties are all that keep me from being as naked as he is.