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)
“Yeah,” I breathe, unclasping the hook to my bra, dropping it to the ground, and peeling my panties off. Asher sits back and spreads his legs, tapping his thigh.
“Come here, gorgeous.” My feet guide me toward him, and when I start to climb on top of Asher to straddle his laps, he says, “Nope, turn around. Got a surprise for you.” His hands meet my hips, helping me spin, and that’s when I see it. One time, I mentioned I wanted a mirror, one freaking time. Every time I so much as mention something, he makes it his mission to give it to me. I’m going to have to somehow manage to do the same in return.
“Oh, fuck me.” I see the view of his hands on my naked hips, watch the desire unfold all over my face and body.
“I’m about to do that. Sit down, Lennon.” He guides me backwards, one hand staying on my hip, the other engulfing his length, and I get to watch the entire thing unfold.
“I think the mirror needs to stay here, and we get one more for the bedroom,” I suggest. Asher groans when the lips of my pussy flare around his thick head. After the first night, I adjusted to him. It wasn’t without soreness. Muscles I hadn’t used in a long-as-hell time needed stretching, and Asher made sure he’s the man to do it.
“That’ll happen. Thinking floor length, wide as fuck, and where we can see each other every way we turn,” he says. I fall back, and Asher cushions me while allowing me to sink further down on his dick.
“Yes, please.” It’d be hot as fuck, and we’d both enjoy it.
“Ride me, Lennon. Show me how badly you want my dick inside you.” It comes out more like a demand, but I like it regardless. Who am I kidding? I love everything about this man.
“Asher,” I moan. My feet are already planted between his legs. My hands tighten on his firm thighs, and I get to work. I bounce up and down, feeling him touch me everywhere. One of his hands is on my shoulder, helping steady me with the pace I’ve set. The other is gripping the cheek of my ass and spreading me wide.
“Want my dick in your ass, Lennon. You going to let me take it?” I nod my response, too busy letting the sensation of his cock hitting me deeper than ever wash through me. Which is saying something because he’s hit me pretty damn deep, more than likely hitting my cervix at one point. Yet this time, it’s different. I’m the one in charge, and he’s letting me do all of the work.
“Yes, I can’t wait to feel what it’s like.” His fingers and my toys have been used back there, and the sensation is unlike any pleasure I’ve ever felt.
“Fuck yeah.” I lose his hand on my shoulder, hear the flip of the cap, and then there’s a warm drizzle sliding between the cheeks of my ass. My eyes shutter. I’m well aware about what’s about to happen. He may be letting me have my way, riding him as hard and fast as I can, but I know the minute he starts working my ass, he’ll be taking over completely.
“Hmmm,” I exhale. His fingers press at my forbidden entrance. I bend over so he has more room to work and feel him slide one thick finger inside. He pulls in and out while I keep sliding up and down, my core clenching down, as does my ass.
“My woman likes that. Ready for a second?” My head bops in answer. I’m too enraptured by what I’m doing. The slight burn of my muscles starts to slow me down at the same time he gives me what my body asks for. “Goddamn, you’re close already. Not gonna let you come, Lennon, not until I’ve got my cock buried inside your ass.” He scissors his fingers, pushing me to my limits. An absolute necessity considering the circumference of his head. The man is packing in the dick department, there’s no doubt about it.
“Hurry, please hurry,” I beg.
“Lean over, grab the coffee table with both hands.” Asher stands us up, and my head tips upward, looking at our reflection. We’re a mess of sweat, desire, and the realization is heady, especially with the view I’m greeted with. Asher’s muscles are pulled taught, his jaw is clenched, and he’s fucking me while slicking his fingers with more lube.
“Asher.” I bear down on his length as he pulls out of my pussy. I watch as wetness coats him, the inside of my thighs, and who else knows what.
“Start fucking your fingers, Lennon. I’d like to say I’d do it for you, but I’m going to be concentrating on not coming as soon as I’m planted inside your hot ass.” The mirror shows me how much he’s wavering with himself; he’s worried about hurting me. But I know down to the tips of my toes he’d never do the unthinkable. He’s proven it every step of the way.