His voice was soft, demanding, and lethal. A part of me considered that I could possibly just come to the way he was bossing me around.
A large chunk of my brain told me to tell him to fuck off. That I would just go to my bedroom and fuck myself to sleep. But an even bigger part of my heart wanted to play out this sadistic game with him. I had never experienced Asher so bold, so dominant. It was exciting, and I secretly craved it.
I pressed my head and chest into the couch, raising my ass into the air, giving him the full view. I even nudged my knees a little wider for his pleasure.
Through my legs, I could see him slowly stroking himself while he intently stared at me.
“Such a good fucking girl, Lennon.”
I reached my hand in between my legs.
“Can I play with myself for you? I promise I won’t come without your permission.”
My voice was sweet and obedient. The look of adoration that fell on his face was everything I could ever want at this moment.
“You want to rub your clit for me, little siren?”
I nodded, eagerly.
Asher nodded in return. “Okay. Rub your pussy for me.”
I did as I was allowed.
My fingers slid in between my plump lips, aching with desire for him. I traced my index over the slick bud that begged to be sucked on by him again. I had masturbated many times, but for him? For anyone? This was almost as good as being fucked.
His cock grew hard and reddened in his grip while his eyes drowned in the view that wasme. He might have thought he was in control, but I was his master.
Something in that gave me power.
I slowed my fingers. All the nerve endings stood at their tips, screaming for relief. It would take no effort to make me strike up my orgasm. I ran my finger between my lips again, entering my core and soaking my fingers.
Asher sat up, and leaned over my bare back. “Are you trying to make me fuck you into oblivion?”
Turning my head slightly, I whispered in return, “Yeah, so?”
With that, he pushed me forward until my front was at the edge of the couch. He rammed his thick member inside of me without any warning. It was slick, and bore no resistance.
I cried out in pure ecstasy. He fucked me hard, taking everything for himself. The slapping of his balls hit my clit in the most perfect way. It was sending me off the ledge.
“Asher, I can’t…” I cried out.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he threatened.
It took everything in me to withhold my orgasm. It was eager and spilling over.
Wrapping his hand in a fist of my hair, he pulled me back into him, rough and angry. His rhythmic hips bottomed me out, and I was dying. This was death, and it was incredible.
“Lennon,” he breathed into my ear.
“Yes!” I cried out in question and statement.
“Come on this dick, you needy little slut. Come for your fucking man, on your fucking cock. It’s your fucking cock, Lennon. Take what’s yours.”
He rocked in and out of me, reaching beneath me to play with my wet, aching clit.
“I’m going to come on this cock, Asher! It’s fucking mine!”
Everything in me froze. The orgasm reaching its peak corrupted me. I screamed in pain and bliss, both meshing together. Asher kept slamming into me. I knew he was coming; I could feel him pulsing, I could hear him groaning, but all I could focus on was everything coming undone inside of me.
