“I’m going to fuck you now, Lily.”
She doesn’t protest, but she also doesn’t speak. Her blue eyes wide with lust and a hint of uncertainty.
“I’m not using protection either, so please tell me you’re on birth control.”
A laugh bubbles out of her then, and she slaps her hand over her mouth like it shocked her.
I raise a single brow, eyeing her warily, waiting for her to stop laughing, and when she notices my serious expression, she snaps her mouth shut and nods.
“Birth control is all taken care of,” she admits, and I relax, almost expecting her to fight me on this.
“I’m clean,” I rasp, leaning in closer to brush some copper strays off her brow. “I’ve never fucked anyone bare. Are you clean?”
Again, she nods. “Yes.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, and she frowns.
“Yes, I fucking am. I’m careful, Asher, and I get regular check-ups.”
I grin at her anger. I fucking love riling her up.
“Good, because I’m going to sink my cock inside you now, and I’m going to fill you with my cum.”
She moans breathlessly and her legs part a fraction more, letting me settle closer to her heat.
“How do you like to be fucked?” I ask, and it’s clear myquestion has shocked her as her head dips and her cheeks pinken like she’s fucking shy.
She’s a contradiction at times, one moment having all the confidence in the world, and the next, becoming timid. I just know it has to do with her ex-husband and the way he controlled her for so long.
“Lily.” I lean closer, nipping at her puffy lips. “How do you like it?”
“I don’t know,” she whispers. “This may come as a surprise, but I don’t havethatmuch experience. Fuckhead only liked it one way. The other few I’ve been with were… okay.”
I frown. “Alex only liked it one way?” I ask, and when she nods, I continue. “Which way?”
“Missionary.” Her cheeks flush again, her eyes cast down like she’s embarrassed to look at me, and I pull back to get a better look at her face.
“Every time?”
“Just about,” she admits quietly, and all of a sudden, I have the urge to hunt down Alexander Bennett and beat the life out of him.
“Then we definitely won’t do that,” I declare. “What about the other few? How did they like it?”
“Does it really matter?” Lily asks, her tone snarky.
“Fuck yes, it matters. They should’ve worshipped you, Lil. Tell me so I can fix their fuckups.”
A small grin tugs at the corner of her lips.
“One preferred standing up. He liked doing it against a wall the most. Another liked me on top, but it never felt that good for me. Another just liked sixty-niners. Every time.”
“Jesus. Who the hell have you been fucking?”
She shakes her head. “Not the right guys.”
I smirk. “Well, now youwillbe fucking the right guy. I want you to tell me when you don’t like something. I don’t want you to worry about my pleasure. I just want you to take from me.”
Her brows shoot up and she shakes her head. “I can’t do that.”
