Lily cries out, her back arching even as she tries to push backharder into each of my thrusts. Picking up on her desire for harder, that’s what I give her.
She’s lost instantly.
She has no control over her hips anymore as I control her legs and my thrusts. Lily palms her tits, which are jiggling with every thrust, and she rolls her nipples so absentmindedly, I have to wonder if she realises she’s doing it.
Right now, she’s in another place, and that’s okay, as long as I’m the one to take her there.
I feel her walls tightening around my cock with each piston, her cries coming faster as she starts to come, her climax slamming into her hard.
Her scream is guttural and fucking erotic as the hot silky heat of her cunt grips my cock, sending me over the edge with her, milking me, my cum jetting deep inside her.
Fuuuuuck.
If I died right now. I’d die a happy man.
“Asher,” she breathes as I come down from my high, her ocean gaze locking with mine.
“Yeah?” I pant, trying to catch my breath, and when she speaks again, I swear I’m instantly hard again.
“What other depraved things can we do?”
CHAPTER 13
LILY
Asher Scott has unleashed a ravenous beast inside me, and right now, I don’t even hate it.
He’s something else. Even though I’ve known him for years, I never saw him coming. I never imagined I’d find myself attracted to the adult version of him. Part of me is reeling about what’s going on between us, and part of me feels like he is the only person on the planet to really get me.
Which is scary.
I’m thirty-seven years old, and I don’t think I’ve ever had sex so many times in one day. It’s like we can’t get enough of each other. Like we need each other to breathe. To live. We’ve barely eaten. Every time we fall asleep in each other’s arms, we end up waking up and fucking again. And again. And again.
I’m sore all over, but mostly between my legs. Asher isn’t small. He’s definitely bigger than Alexander and knows how to use his dick better than my ex-husband ever could. We’ve fucked in so many positions I’ve never tried, since Asher is determined to keep away from the standard missionary.
It’s not like I hate that position, it’s just that it’s all Alex ever offered.
He took me from behind once. I’d asked him to take my back passage, but he chickened out and just fucked me doggy style. Even though he didn’t do what I’d asked, I liked being on my hands and knees, being fucked from behind.
Being taken.
Asher did that with me too, but he didn’t just fuck me. He used his fingers to stimulate my clit at the same time. I don’t think I’ve ever screamed as loud as I did.
It’s well into Sunday now, and I’ve been watching Asher sleep. It’s hard watching him like this, his relaxed features making him look so innocent. It reminds me of the boy I took under my wing. The boy I fed, clothed, showered and tucked in at night when he stayed over.
There’s nothing innocent about Asher Scott now, though. He’s pure sin delivered to me by the devil himself. I’m sure of it.
“I can feel your eyes on me.”
I stiffen at hearing his voice, and I bite my lower lip as his lids blink open, his lazy gaze finding mine. “Hey, Angel.”
The grin that spreads across my face is ridiculous, but I can’t help it. I’m under his spell, and I never want to leave.
“I’m no angel,” I whisper, despite the fact I’m called the Crimson Angel by the press. But he doesn’t know that.
“Yes, you are.” He grins, those lips I kissed until they were swollen, spreading wide until his teeth show. “You’remyAngel. My Angel of Sin.”
Sliding his hand over my side, he hooks it around my back and tugs me flush against his body, and even as I giggle, I relax against him.
