Page 152 of Twisted Truth

Asher chuckles and rolls sideways. I give a small yelp as I’m tipped off him. I roll onto my back, and now he sits above me, trapping me in between his arms as he looks down at me.

“I think we can arrange for plenty of repeats of your new favorite thing. Would you like that, Ms. Hale?”

“God, yes.”

He lowers himself, and his lips are mine. I can taste myself on his mouth, and that only turns me on more. Soon, we lose ourselves and kiss like it’s our last time. Like there is no such thing as enough. He kisses down my neck and chest until he finds my breasts again. He sucks on one and teases the other, then switches. I throw my head back and thread my fingers through his hair as I revel in the feel of his mouth on my breasts and how he teases my nipples.

His cock presses against my center, and I can’t take the barrier between us anymore. I rake my nails down his spine, but lift them before they reach the scars on his lower back. He still hasn’t told me what they’re from, but I know from the way he tensed when I touched them before that they are more than physical scars. And tonight is not about that, tonight is about us. I skip over his lower back and glide my hands down until they reach his ass, then I pull on his briefs. I slide them down his hips, and he kicks them off. Now there is nothing between us. And nothing has ever felt so right.

Asher lifts up and lines his cock up with my entrance.

“You ready, baby?” he asks.

“Do you have a condom?”

“I do, but I don’t want to use it.”

I tilt my head in question. “Aren’t you . . . worried?”

He shakes his head. “I have proof in our contract that we’re both clean, with both of our last screenings. And you’re on the pill.”

“I’ve always used a condom. Even with the pill.”

“I can put it on if you prefer. I’ve always used one as well. But . . . I want to feel you. I don’t want anything between us. I don’t know why the thought bothers me so much, but it does.”

“And if something went wrong? Unexpected pregnancies happen on the pill sometimes. It’s rare, but it’s still a possibility.”

He licks his tongue over his lips. “I don’t want that tohappen, obviously, and I wouldn’t want to make you feel trapped into anything. But, if it did, you know I would take care of you. And . . . the baby. If that’s the risk I take to come inside you, then that’s the risk I take. I want inside of you, and I want to feel all of you. And now that you’ve told me that no man has truly come inside you, I want to be the first. I want to fill you with my cum. I want to watch it drip out of you, knowing only I’ve been truly inside you.”

Holy shit. My head spins. I don’t even know what to say, but I know I don’t need to speak. Asher’s words feel so right; there’s nothing more to say.

I open my legs wider and tilt my hips up to him. He runs his hand over my wetness and then spreads that wetness around his cock, fisting himself as he does it. His eyes meet mine, and I wrap my hand around his cock, guiding it forward. Our eyes stay locked as he slowly pushes inside of me. I gasp out a breath at the feel of him, not sure if he’s going to fit.

“Fuck, Ella,” he hisses. “You’re so tight.”

Our foreheads press together as he finishes sliding inside me, and we stay still like that for a moment, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating inches from one another.

It takes me a moment to adjust to his size. I’ve never been with someone as big as Asher. But even with him just seated inside me, not moving, it feels perfect. Right. Like a missing puzzle piece locked into place.

He pulls almost all the way out and slides in again. Fucking hell. I almost shiver.

He begins to move, slowly at first, and I groan in pleasure. I move with him, and soon we’re working in perfect sync, going faster, harder. He’s deep inside me, hitting that perfect spot over and over again. I lose myself for a moment, so caught up in the feel of him inside me.

We’re both panting and sweating as he grabs my legs andwraps them around the back of his neck, angling me upward. I start to climb again. I’m already so close.

“I’ve pictured these heels wrapped around my neck all night,” he growls, gripping my hips under his strong hands.

He slams into me now, and I fist my hands into the sheets, holding on as he sets a punishing pace.

“I could watch your tits bounce as I fuck you all day, every goddamn day.”

“Yes, baby. Oh, god, yes.”

I could fuck him all day, every goddamn day, too.

The slapping of our skin, the catching of our breaths, the moans of pleasure all become my new favorite soundtrack. It’s like all the other times I’ve had sex, and the other men I’ve been with are nothing but distant memories. Nothing but inconsequential pieces of the road that led me here—to Asher.

“I’m close, Asher. So close!”