Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“Okay.” I take one hand away from the coffee table, our eyes lock, and he’s at a war withing himself yet again. He watches as I first squeeze my breasts, pinching each nipple, my eyes fluttering with need, and that’s when I feel him. The head of his cock is at my ass slick with lubricant, slightly nudging at it, allowing me to adjust to feeling where he’ll be in a moment. “Asher,” I whimper, looking at him while sliding my hand down my abdomen until the tips of my finger strum my clit. His hand is around his cock, the other is on my hip, his grip tightening, like I’m his anchor.
“Keep working that pretty pussy, Lennon.” His head presses in. There’s a slight burning sensation, nothing that’s painful. In fact, it feels downright amazing. I slip two fingers inside myself, the palm of my hand helping me work my clit.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp when he slides in another inch. His head is inside me, and he stops any and all movement on his side, allowing me to adjust.
“Let me know when you’re ready for more.” He grits his teeth. I know he needs more because I do, too.
“Move, god, please move.” He adds more lube to his length at a lightning pace, and then he’s got both hands on my sides. He widens his stance, and then he starts to fuck my ass as I fuck my fingers.
“Goddamn, never felt anything as amazing as you, gorgeous. You’re mine, I’m yours, and fuck anyone who tries to come between us.” He’s talking his way through each punch of his hips, showing me and telling me everything I already know.
“I love this, and I love you, Asher. Always.” My pussy pulses around my fingers, my ass doing similar things to his cock, and I can tell it does something to him. He stutters in his thrusts for barely a moment before he’s back at it. I’m not sure who likes this more, him or me. I’d like to say it’s me, but judging by the way his eyes are closed, his head is tossed back, and a deep gravelly groan leaves his lips, it just might be him.
“Son of a bitch. I love you, Lennon, never doubt that,” he growls. My world goes topsy turvy, and my head meets my hand on the coffee table, unable to hold my body weight up completely. Asher realizes what’s happening and dips his hips, then realization hits me. I’m going to come with him fucking my ass. It’s hot, it’s forbidden, and we will most definitely be doing this again.
“Asher!” I come on a long sob. My fingers quit moving. No longer are they fluttering back and forth. They stay planted inside me while Asher keeps moving until he finds his own release. Another shock zings through me as each thick and heavy spurt is released inside.
“Lennon.” My name is spoken in a soft tone. He holds us steady, his lips meeting my spine, licking the sweat and causing my skin to pebble with goose bumps.
“Remember when I rode your face and I couldn’t move?” I ask.
“Yeah, like it was yesterday. Been a minute. Gonna have to rectify that soon,” he mutters against my heated skin.
“Well, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a week.” I slowly pull my fingers out of myself, needing them as an anchor of sorts on the back of his firm thigh.
“It’s a good thing I can carry you, then. Ready for a shower, gorgeous?”
“Yeah, but I think my pussy and ass are out of commission until further notice.” I remind him of how thoroughly he worked my body.
“No problem. Gives me time to wrap my lips around your nipples.” He’s trying to kill me. Death by orgasm is what he’s going to do to me.
“After a nap,” he chuckles, then slowly pulls out and helps me up.
“Yeah, after a nap. Whatever my woman wants, she’ll get.” Asher’s face comes into view, and my arms wrap around his shoulders. There’s a softness in his green eyes, one I’ve seen before. Asher is so pleased with himself, he’s wearing a cat-got-the-canary look.
“You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?” I tease.
“Hell yeah. Come on. Let’s go shower then climb in bed.” He carries me when he probably shouldn’t. My legs hanging down, my ass full of his cum, and my body completely and thoroughly worn out.
“Okay.” I plant my face in his chest, letting him take care of me, like he always does and like he always will.
EPILOGUE
ASHER
Six Weeks Later
“Yo, Fontaine, you got a visitor.” Kenny bumps his shoulder with me. We just got back from a call. Simple enough, but we still have to make sure everything is restocked and back in place. I look up and find my woman walking my way. I look from her to my watch, noticing the time. How she managed to leave work during her lunch and not catch me on a call is the luck of the draw.