Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“You feel so big,” she moans. “So … Oh, it’s so good. So … fucking … good …”
“Your pussy is amazing. Perfect, just like the rest of you.”
She smiles as I slide out and then push back in. Her hands fall to my sides, finding purchase on my waist as she moves her hips in time with my thrusts.
We disappear into the movements. When her moans lose any sign of discomfort, I shift my hips faster, driving into her inexperienced slit, leaning back so I can watch her tits sway and watch her eyelids flutter open and closed.
“Oh, oh.” She gasps. “You’re so deep.”
“You feel fucking sensational.”
“Yeah?”
“You look it too.”
“Oh, Asher.”
“Snowflake
She grabs the back of my arms, caressing my muscles. I plant my fists on the mattress so that I can pump my hips faster and harder. My crown hums with precome, threatening an explosion.
She bounces eagerly, beautifully, captivatingly. There aren’t enough words in the dictionary to describe how flawless she is.
“Believe you’re … sexy … yet?” I gasp, barely able to speak.
She smiles but can’t maintain the smile when so many pleasurable moans are escaping her. “Yes, yes, yes.” After a pause, she says, “Let me show you.”
She grabs me and rolls over. I laugh as she ends up on top. She grips both my hands and then shifts back and forth.
“Show me,” she whispers. “How to … ride you…”
I slide my hands over her hips. “You’re doing a damn fine job.”
“Like this?”
I guide her hips, then let out a shuddering breath when her tunnel glides down my dick at the exact right angle, her tightness caressing me, her soaked warmth making me burn with desire.
“Like that,” she says, beaming, moving her hands to my chest to hold herself steady.
She bounces up and down as I greedily sink my hands into the mounds of her ass. I press and massage her roundness, driving up at the same time as she sits down. We meet in a place of glorious, aching ecstasy.
Her breasts bounce, but it’s even more appealing to look at her face, at her flushed cheeks, and into her confident eyes. She owns this moment, riding it for all it’s worth.
I sit up, kissing her breasts, tasting her skin and her sweet sweat. We rock together.
Then she bites down on my shoulder, her orgasm turning into a muffled scream. I spread my hands over her back, holding her as she crescendos. My rock-hard cock throbs as my seed rushes up, erupting out of my me. We finish as one, connected, belonging …
As we roll over, and I wilt inside of her, I remain inside, feeling her warmth and mine, holding onto our last few moments together.
CHAPTER 27
HOLLY
Last night was perfect.
There’s no other word for what we shared. It stung a little at first, but it was heaven once I got into it. As the morning sunlight bleeds through the curtains, it’s only now that anything negative touches what we did.
He strokes his hand through my hair. “I wish we could stay here forever.”
“Me too.” I kiss his bare chest. “There’s no putting it off now, is there? The night had to end.”
He sighs. “I guess it had to. Let’s grab some breakfast.”
“The last supper … sort of. It’s fitting.”
“Too damn fitting.”
After showering and changing into the fresh clothes Asher bought us yesterday, we head downstairs. He doesn’t hold my hand. I’m not sure if I’m grateful or resentful of that. Brianna is waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs. She’s clutching her cell phone.
“Have you seen?” she asks.
“Seen what?”
“Have you checked your phones, either of you?”
“No,” I say, confused. “I normally do, but no, not this morning.”
“Me neither,” Asher says with the same surprise. He glances at me with a sad smile as if acknowledging the only reason he ever checks it is for me.
“Remember that speech you gave yesterday?” Brianna says.
Asher rolls his eyes at me.
“I told you it was a speech,” I quip.
“What about it?” he asks.
“Look.”
Brianna shows us her phone screen. It’s an online video titled “Send This To Somebody You Love On Christmas.” I blink, wondering if I’m seeing things—almost a million views already. It shows Asher staring down Derek and his thug friends, intensity blazing from him, his voice raised.
“If I had the chance, I’d tell her I loved her every day …”
I grab Asher’s arm. Love. We haven’t talked about that. It’s hopeless, masochistic even, to speak about the L-word when it has to end.
“One of those teenagers clipped it and uploaded it,” I whisper.
Brianna nods. “It’s all over the place. What’s the word?”
“Viral,” I mutter. “I better check my phone. I bet Dan has seen this!”
“Me too,” Asher mumbles.
We rush upstairs. I grab my phone. “I have got four missed calls from him.”
“I’ve got three,” Asher says, looking up from his phone.