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“Fuck, Asher. Don’t stop!”
And I didn’t.
With a grin, I went back to work, not letting up until she screamed for me.
Twice.
Chapter twenty-four
Ricki
Nomanhadever,evereaten me as good as Asher Dunn.
I mean, the man was fuckin’ ravenous, not seeming to be the least bit concerned about the moderately sized puddle I had to be making on his bedspread.
I was completely at his mercy, not even aware of my limbs, all my focus narrowed down to the man between my thighs and the incredible things he was doing with his very talented tongue.
And don’t even get me started on what an experience it was riding that beard. That thing deserved a medal all on its own.
After my second incredible orgasm—my third of the day, if memory served—Asher finally raised his head, his beard glistening with my come, and stared at me with wild eyes.
“Good girl,” he crooned, and I couldn’t even begin to tell you why the fuck those two words had me clenching inner muscles like a wanton harlot. “Very good girl.”
Asher accentuated each of the words with a lick of his lips, like he couldn’t stand to let even a single drop of me get away, and I realized that I had never been this turned on in my whole goddamn life.
“That was...” I couldn’t even think of a word descriptive enough to encompass what he had just done to me.
It was that fuckin’ amazing.
I wanted to hate him for it. What the hell was I supposed to do now, knowing that this man, this clean-cut farm boy with the nice truck and a Norman Rockwell painting for a family also gave head like a goddamn pro?
It simply didn’t compute.
I was still trying to come up with something clever to say when Asher stood, marching over to his nightstand and pulling out a whole strip of condoms.
“That was,” he mimicked me, holding up the gold foil strip with a smirk. “Just the beginning.”
“Fuck yeah,” I said, sitting up and reaching for him. He was just so big, muscled and visceral and masculine in all the right ways. Pulling him back toward me, I took a second to run my hands up his chest as far as I could reach, considering he was standing and I was still seated on the bed. Leaning forward, I placed my lips gently against the soft skin at his hip, pressing a kiss there before opening my mouth and nipping him, fast and sharp enough to make him shout. “What’s next?” I asked, ready for anything.
Grabbing my chin in one hand, Asher tilted my head up so our eyes met again, his expression serious.
“You got anything you don’t want, Ricki?” he asked, making my eyebrows rise in surprise. “Any red zones I should know about before we continue?”
Drawing my lower lip between my teeth, I considered what he was asking me.
There were different kinds of trauma a person experienced in their life, some that left scars, some that left barely healed-over lacerations.
It was only the worst kind of experiences that didn’t leave scars at all; they left festering, gaping wounds.
Drawing in a breath, I closed my eyes for a second before I answered him.
“No degradation,” I stated simply, hoping he couldn’t see just how rotten that particular wound still was.
Asher paused, his face hard as he digested my words, and I could see the muscles in his jaw bunching as he considered the implications of what I had just said. I could imagine the questions he wanted to ask, but he shut them down, tucking them away for later before he gave me a nod and leaned down, pressing a kiss to my forehead, then another to my lips, his gentleness infusing me with more emotions than I cared to be feeling.
“Alright then, Ricki,” he said, tearing the first condom off the strip and setting the rest on the nightstand. “Why don’t you be a good girl for me and slide that sexy ass back to the middle of the bed.” When I complied, he smiled, and my heart—my stupid, traitorous heart—did a small flip in my chest.
Tucking his thumbs into his pants, Asher tugged them down and off, straightening and giving me my first glimpse at the cock I rode through our clothing in the hayloft earlier.
