Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
I slid my hand under the covers, then the waistband of Asher’s lounge pants. He was hard and hot in my hand. Heavy.
He groaned in his sleep, his back arching at my touch, but he didn’t wake up. I stroked him a few times, loving the quiet moan from the back of his throat.
Carefully, I pulled back the comforter and slid under the sheet. It was easy to move his pants down since they had loosened in his sleep and were already low on his hips. His cock sprang free, already glistening at the head. I engulfed him in my mouth, taking in as much as I could, slowly sucking. I felt it the moment he came awake, his gasp of air and the way he immediately threaded his fingers through my hair.
“Jesus, Rosie, what…”
The rest of his words were garbled and lost in his groan of pleasure. I flicked my tongue along his shaft, and he shuddered.
“Baby, what if AJ…”
Once again, his words were cut off with another groan. I sucked him deep, humming around him, and he thrust into my mouth, going deeper. I swallowed around him, and he began to pant and mutter, begging for more, pleading for me to stop, threatening me if I did. Whispering dirty words. Praising me. Pulling at my legs to bring me closer. He slid his fingers into my leggings, finding me slick and ready.
“Sucking my dick makes you wet, doesn’t it, Rosie? You like my cock down your throat,” he hissed. “Such a good girl, taking my cock.”
I whimpered as he played with my clit. Softly at first, then in tighter circles that made me moan around him. He slipped a finger inside me, then two, using his thumb to keep a steady pressure and rhythm on my clit. I began to shake, the pleasure hitting me in waves.
“Come on my hand, Rosie,” he commanded. “I’m going to come down your throat. Oh God, now, baby, come now. I can’t—fuck!”
He filled my mouth, and I swallowed, my body locking down as a hot, intense orgasm burst through me. I was lost in a sea of sensation. His talented fingers, his hot release, his noises, my moans, the lewd act itself. Something I had never enjoyed as much as I was right now.
He stopped moving, his breathing harsh. I shuddered as the last of the pleasure dwindled, leaving me feeling listless and relaxed. I released him, laying my head on his stomach. He lifted the sheet, gazing down at me with a grin. “You must need some air, baby. Come up here.”
He tugged me up, and I rested my head on his chest, his heartbeat still rapid and his breathing ragged.
“One hell of a wake-up call,” he said.
“I agree.”
He pressed a kiss to my head. “Morning, my love.”
I looked up, feeling shy suddenly. He smiled, running a finger down my cheek. “God, I love that.”
“What?”
“That after waking me up with my cock in your mouth and riding my hand, you can still blush. You are such a contradiction, Rosie Duncan.” His gaze was tender. “And I wouldn’t want you any other way.”
We heard the sound of AJ jumping from the bed and rushing down the hall at the same time. Asher grinned. “Good timing.” He pressed a kiss to my head. “Thank you.”
I grinned back. “Same to you.”
The morning passed in waves of happiness. Pancakes and coffee. Secretive looks and smiles being shared between Asher and myself. Stolen kisses as AJ got dressed. Whispered promises, dirty and sweet in my ear as Asher cupped me from behind while AJ worked on his Lego treasure, his voice low in my ear.
“I’m going to ravish you tonight, Rosie. You, me, that big bed. My cock inside you until you scream.” He nipped at my lobe. “I won’t even stop then. I’m going to make you come so often, you’ll lose count.”
AJ called me over, and I sat with him, piecing together a couple of bricks. Asher joined us, sitting behind me. “You are such a good mother,” he praised. “I love watching you with him.” He rested his chin on my shoulder, observing AJ with me. “Would you want another one?” he asked, his voice soft.
“With you?” I replied.
He drew in a fast breath. “Yes. With me.”
I could see him with a baby. His care and patience while I was pregnant. The way he would love us.
“Yes.”
“I already see it. You, me, AJ, and a little one. Maybe two.” He kissed my neck. “Maybe three.”
I had no words to reply.
We went for a walk, AJ between us, holding our hands. We swung him a few times, and he was excited when we reached the skating pond. Asher had gifted him a pair of skates, and he was anxious to get on the ice.
I sat on the bench as Asher laced up the skates for both of them, explaining patiently to AJ how he was going to teach him. I watched as they hit the ice, marveling how quickly AJ caught on. Even Asher was impressed. AJ managed to stand more than he fell, and he held on to Asher’s hands, learning to find his balance and move his feet. I loved observing them while I sipped the coffee Asher had gotten for me. He wanted me to try, but I was leery and passed this time. My butt was sore enough from the slip on the ice the other day.