Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
I shattered entirely, his name a plea as I came. My thighs clenched as I arched into his mouth, my body shaking as my orgasm kept rippling through me in waves of sparks that ignited my entire body.
Asher worked me through the throes of it, giving me gentle laps until he backed away enough to stand. “Good girl,” he said, licking his lips as he unbuckled his pants, shucking them, his boxer briefs, and his shoes to the side.
I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, but managed to get through them and peel his shirt off, leaving him entirely bare before me. I marveled at the amount of smooth skin over his muscles, ran my fingers down his broad chest and carved abs, relishing the feel of him reacting beneath my touch.
He reached for my jersey and pulled it over my head, throwing it and the lone cami I’d been wearing beneath it across the room, and he didn’t waste time before lowering his mouth to my breasts. I bowed, gripping his shoulders as he sucked one nipple into his mouth, teasing his tongue around it until it peaked, then did the same with the other one.
Every touch felt electric, every graze of his hand on my skin felt like striking a match to life.
“Asher,” I said. “Please.” I needed more of him, his touch, his body, his words. I needed all of him.
“Tell me what you need,” he said, kissing his way up to my mouth.
I moaned at the taste of him and me combined, reaching between us to grip his hard cock with both hands. He hissed, thrusting into my grip, the velvet smooth shaft filling my hands so much it made my heart flutter.
“I need this,” I said, squeezing him for emphasis. “Inside me.”
“Fuck,” he hissed, a smile on his lips as he kissed me. He backed up for only a moment to grab a condom, rolling it onto his cock before stepping between my thighs again.
He lined himself up with my center, teasing me with the tip until I was arching against him, trying like hell to get him where I needed him.
“Was it like this?” he asked in a raspy tone, his free hand sliding up my spine to grip the back of my neck. We were face to face, our lips brushing as he slowly inched inside me. “In your book?”
I trembled as he sank inside me another inch, then another, until he was seated to the hilt. But he held my gaze, the flecks of gold in his eyes nearly glowing.
“No,” I breathed the word, my breasts brushing against his chest with my breathing. “This is better, Asher,” I said with all sincerity. “This is so much better.”
A slow, wolfish smile shaped his lips, and he pulled all the way out of me, only to thrust home so hard I moaned.
He did it again.
And again.
Each stroke a claiming.
I wrapped my legs around him, locking my ankles as I submitted wholly to him. And he held me there, pumping into me while he slanted his mouth over mine, stealing my breath and igniting my soul as he hit every spot I never knew I had.
This was the stuff I wrote about, but better.
This was indescribable.
The way we fit together, the way he wrung pleasure from my body like he’d been doing it for years…it was the stuff I always read or wrote about, but never realized how damn real it could be.
“Asher,” I moaned, clenching my thighs tighter around him as he pounded into me. Our bodies slick with sweat, I dug my nails into his back as he rode me right up to that delicious, sweet edge again. “Harder.”
“Fucking hell, Daisy,” he said, thrusting into me harder. “You’re a goddamn dream.”
His hand on my lower back flexed, pushing me closer with each thrust, and the one on the back of my neck held me in place so he could claim my mouth as he unleashed himself on me. Over and over again, he pounded into me until our mouths broke apart because our breathing was too ragged.
“Come for me,” he demanded, shifting me back slightly so he could fuck me from a deeper angle, the position hitting my clit at the same time he slammed home, each time shoving me right over the edge.
“Asher,” I gasped as I came, my orgasming rippling down my spine and making me see stars as I shivered all around him.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled as I clenched tight around him, drawing his own release from him.
He kept pumping me, stroking me through it until we were both still beyond our breathing. He kissed me again, quick and fierce, before leaning his forehead against mine.
And I couldn’t help it, the happiness building inside me tumbled out in the form of a laugh.