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“Fucking perfect,” he whispers.
Our mouths meet again in a feverish kiss, with our tongues tangling and him grinding against me. He lifts me with ease and pulls me from the wall. As he carries me through the suite and into the bedroom, my already intense arousal grows.
He puts me down, and I pull the shirt from his body while my eyes take in the sight of his abs. Every single one is perfectly toned, making him look like he was carved out of stone. I bite my lip. There is nothing sexier than a guy who works hard for himself, and there’s no way this body came naturally.
“Like what you see?” he asks, cockily.
I look up at him and smirk. “I’ll like it a lot more when I see what it can do.”
He chuckles. “You’re not going to try to get to know me first? Ask me where I grew up or what I do for a living?”
“No.” I shake my head. “Because I honestly don’t give a fuck. Why don’t you use that tongue of yours for something a little more useful?”
A dimpled grin appears on his face, rendering me completely defenseless. “Gladly.”
Before I have a second to brace myself, he picks me back up and tosses me onto the bed. Then, he stalks toward me like a lion to its prey. He grabs the small fabric of my thong and slowly pulls it down my legs. Well, at least he didn’t destroy that, too.
Climbing onto the bed, he kisses his way up the inside of my thigh slowly—teasing and torturing me with the anticipation of what’s to come. Then, once he reaches his destination, he glances at me for a second before diving in.
The second his mouth meets my sex, my head is thrown back in ecstasy. He licks and sucks on my clit with a practiced skill, knowing all the ways to make me scream. I bring my hand down and lace my fingers into his hair to grip onto something. He moans at the tension, which only pushes me further.
“Your pussy tastes so fucking good.”
Groaning at the momentary loss of contact, I arch my hips and pull his head back down. He chuckles against me.
“That’s it, baby. Grind against my face. I want you to come on my tongue.”
He slips two fingers inside me and I’m a fucking goner. Pleasure explodes throughout my body, and I scream out as he works me through it, not relenting for a single second. It has to be the fastest orgasm I’ve ever had, and I’m already sure it won’t be the only one tonight.
Asher backs away and licks his lips as he savors the taste of me for a little bit longer. He unbuckles his belt and pulls the rest of his clothes off in one move, leaving me to gawk at the size of him. He’s huge—at least nine inches and the biggest I’ve ever seen, let alone done anything with. The chances of him ripping me in half are high, but I welcome the challenge.
He hovers over me and reaches into the nightstand to grab a condom. Of fucking course, it’s a magnum. Ripping it open with his teeth, I watch as he slides it over his thick cock. Once he’s done, he lines up at my entrance and sinks inside me in a single thrust.
“Fucking fuck,” he growls as he bottoms out.
The pain of being stretched open stings, but it’s the most pleasurable pain I’ve ever felt in my life. I dig my nails into his lower back, mentally begging him to do something, and he smiles as he gets the message.
Thrusting into me relentlessly, the moans coming out of both our mouths are animalistic. He fucks me like he isn’t afraid to break me—like I’m anything but fragile—and I’m living for it. We both may be in pieces by the time this is over, covered in bruises and scratch marks, but neither us seem to care. We’ll ride this out to sunrise.
I WAKE IN THE morning feeling sore in all the best places. The heavy arm draped across my stomach reminds me that Asher is sound asleep beside me. Allowing myself a moment, I run my eyes over his face and take in each one of his features. He’s flawlessly gorgeous, and if I didn’t know exactly what last night was, I may even consider sticking around.
Carefully, I slip out from under his hold and tip-toe to the bathroom. My reflection stares back at me from the mirror, in nothing but underwear, completely unashamed of what took place a few hours ago. I run my fingers through my hair to remove any knots and use a tissue to fix my face. When I’m done, I creep back into the room. The last thing I want is for him to wake up and think he needs to let me down easy. I’m not some fragile little thing, and I don’t need to be treated as such.
I manage to find my dress on the floor. As I pick it up, however, I remember how he literally tore it off me. Sexy as fuck, yes, but it doesn’t make for a very easy getaway. I spot his black T-shirt draped across the back of the chair and nearly cheer in victory. Pulling it on, the shirt hangs so low on me, it could be considered a dress. Perfect. I grab my heels and go to leave the room when I hear Asher from behind me.
“Leaving already?” he asks, voice laced with sleep in a way that makes me want to relive last night all over again.
“Yeah. I have a thing I need to get to this morning.”
Nodding, he looks me over once and his brows furrow. “Is that my shirt?”
“Yeah,” I tell him, doing a twirl to show how much better it looks on me than him. “I’d wear my dress, but you kinda ruined it.”
“Shit.” The smirk drops right off his face. “I forgot about that. Let me pay for a new one.”
As he reaches for his wallet, the sheet covering him falls to his waist, and the sight of his abs is enough to keep me locked in here for the rest of the day, learning more of the sinful things he can do with that tongue. But I can’t. Delaney is waiting for me, and I can’t let her down. It’s not an option.
“That’s really not necessary.”
