“Then I intend on fucking you on every surface of your pretty home. I’m going to fill your pretty little cunt over and over. Not going to stop until you command me to,” he shot back, setting me on the edge of the table as he kicked out a chair. He forced my legs open and tried to step back. I tugged on his length gently; his deep groan caused my pussy to spasm. “Baby,” he drawled. “What are you doing?”
I looked up at him. “Making you come,” I answered.
“I don’t want to come on you, beautiful.” He smiled, sticking his thumb in my mouth. “What part of me filling you in every room of this house did you not understand?”
My hand stilled, and I put his other hand back in my panties. His thumb left my mouth with a pop, and he wrapped his handaround my throat. “I want us to come,” I whispered, gasping. His eyes flashed with heat. “Just like this, Asher.”
“I’ll give you anything,” he promised. “Tell me why you want this.”
“Because,” I began, fucking him with my hand again, “this is how it happened in my fantasy.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Ash
Her words hit me, all of them going straight to my cock. My eyes dropped, watching her fuck me, and my ballstightened. White-hot pleasure gathered at the base of my spine. I wasn’t going to last long. Not like this. Not when she was staring up at me with those golden eyes, warm and begging, her lips parted and swollen. Her tits moving with her chest, her nipples dark, peaked, and begging for my teeth. I took her mouth again, kissing her with abandon. I would give her the world if she asked for it. The least I could do was watch my cum shoot all over her.
Fuck, but she imagined us like this?
I pulled my hand out her panties. “Off,” I ordered, growling into her sweet mouth. Something else I couldn’t wait to fuck, couldn’t wait to coat her delicate throat with my seed. She lifted her hips, allowing me to push them down. They stopped at her thighs, the fabric pulled tight. With each stroke of her hand, the lace grazed my cock.
Fucking fuck.
Her freckles were surrounded by her blush, a deep pink that matched her pussy. Fuck, she was my ending and my beginning.
I palmed her breast. “You think about me, baby?” I murmured, pinching her nipple. A soft gasp left her, spurring my finger to graze over her clit.
Her fingers flexed around my dick, and it took everything in me not to let go right there.
“Yes,” she rasped, licking her lips.
“Tell me,” I demanded, my middle finger hovering over her swollen bundle of nerves. “Tell me what I let you do to me. What I did to you.”
“It was just like this,” she panted. “We were lost in each other.”
My jaw tightened and my hand found its way back into her hair. “Yeah?”
“You made me hold my hand still.”
More pre-cum slipped out of me, catching on her fingers. She brought her hand down to the base of my shaft and dropped herhead. I felt her tongue touch my tip and my head fell back, a deep groan leaving me.
“I fucked your hand?” I pushed out through clenched teeth, holding her head still.
“Yes.” She licked me again and resumed jacking me. “You fucked my hand and told me I was a good girl. Then you forced me to my knees and did what you’re doing now.”
I shivered, the image already in my mind. I took a beat to get a hold of my sanity and guided her head back. She arched her neck for me, pieces of her hair clinging to her fair skin. Her eyes, even in the dark, shined and called out to me. A beacon. A way home. “What did I do to you?” I asked, my voice ragged.
“You fucked my face,” she whispered sweetly.
“Jesus, fuck,” I growled, pulling her hand from me. She made a sound of protest, but I drowned it out, kissing her again. Her hands went into my hair, my arm banding around her waist, and her tongue clashed against mine. I pulled her hips to the edge of the table, my cock bobbing at her entrance. “Tell me,” I begged, my teeth nibbling her bottom lip. “Tell me—what else did you let me do?”
She whimpered. “You pressed my head against the wall, fisted your hands in my hair, and thrust into my mouth over and over again.”
All my blood surged to my cock. If she so much as dragged her nail over it, I was a goner. “Yeah, baby?” I breathed, guiding myself to her. “Did you like that?”
“Yes,” she uttered, her breathing choppy.
“You touch yourself to that fantasy? Hmm?” I made her look at me and bared my teeth. “Tell me.”
