Page 151 of Twisted Truth

“Get on the bed,” he orders, nipping at my earlobe.

I brush past him and let my hips sway as I make my way across the room to the bed. I climb up and crawl across it with my ass toward him, my heels still on.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

I turn and sit demurely on my hip, my legs pulled in as I watch him follow me across the room. God, he’s a specimen of a man. His sculpted body is thick and corded with muscle, and his massive erection bulges in his black briefs.

He stands at the end of the bed.

“Lie on your back and open your legs.”

I raise my brows.

“Did you not hear me, Ella?” he says, his voice firm with authority. His CEO voice. Shivers race across me. “Don’t be shy now. I just watched your perfect ass and pussy from behind asyou crawled like a naughty girl across my bed. Now let me see you. Open that pretty cunt for me.”

This man’s filthy mouth. A proper woman would slap it. I want to bite it. And suck on it. And then put it on my cunt. I can’t get enough of it.

I shift back onto my elbows with my legs still together, then I spread them open, slowly, my ankles and calves elevated in my heels.

“Good girl,” Asher growls with approval.

He crawls across the bed to me until he’s kneeling over my spread form.

“Look at this dripping cunt, so ready for me,” he says, slipping a finger inside me. He moves his finger in and out before slipping in a second. “Have you been soaked all night as you teased me, dancing with me, rubbing your ass along my cock?”

“Yes.”

He bends down and runs his tongue along my slit, then sucks on my clit. A groan escapes me.

“Mmm, delicious. But I think I already had you like this, this morning in the shower.”

He sits up and pulls his fingers out of me, and I almost whimper at the loss of his touch. He moves past me and lies at the head of the bed. He crooks his finger in a “come here” motion. I crawl to him, and he pulls me on him to straddle his hips. Then he pulls me farther up his body.

“Grab the headboard.”

I do as he says.

“Now sit on my face.”

Oh, god. I’ve never done this before. I hesitate.

“Will I hurt you?” I bite my lip with worry. “What if you can’t breathe?”

He laughs. “Then I’ll die in the best fucking way possible. Now put that cunt on my face and let me taste you, baby.”

My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head at hearing himcall me baby. Why is that such a fucking turn on coming from his lips? That one word chases the last of my reservations away, and I shimmy up until my core is hovering above Asher’s face. He smiles wickedly up at me then puts his hands possessively on my hips and lowers me down onto him.

His tongue pushes inside me, and one of his hands reaches across to tease my clit. I can’t help but move my hips, desperate for friction. And together, with his talented tongue and my rolling hips, we find a perfect rhythm, and I’m soon lost to it. Holy fucking god, I don’t know if anything has ever felt so good in my life. Asher’s groans beneath me only make it better.

Too soon, I’m climbing, and so close. I pick up my pace, needing more, more, more. “Oh god, Asher.” I can’t stop the little breaths and moans that pass my lips. It’s all too much, too perfect. He presses harder into my clit and his other arm wraps even tighter around my hips and pulls me against him. The pressure of it all sends me soaring as my orgasm tears through me. I throw my head back and ride out the wave as Asher laps me up, grunting and growling in approval.

When I finish, I scoot back, and slump down straddled over his hips. I lean forward and rest my hands on his chest, my breaths ragged. My hair falls around us in a curtain, and I can’t even try to move for a second. My mind is fuzzy as my world explodes into new colors I’ve never experienced before. I’ve been missing out on that all this time?

I open my eyes and see Asher smirking at me.

“You like that?”

“That may be my new favorite thing,” I gasp.