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We never got that far into exploring how lethal my Silly Dalmatian gets with that switch flicked on versus the playful, silly jock who everyone thinks is too stupid to be here goes offline.
It doesn’t matter now.
We’re together again.
Fucking like lost lovers.
Unlike the stories that try to take things slow, neither of us hops on that scenario.
No one has time for slow shit.
“You better be on birth control, Ophelia,” Asher groans and admires my position. He slowly licks his lips, his eyes trailing along my breasts that are still red from all his sucking and taunting with those teeth of his. “No way can I have you raw otherwise.”
“Protected,” I pant with anticipation, my body already quivering for more. “Are you going to fill me up?”
“That’s what you want, Sweet Ophelia?” He leans over, his cock twitching within while my pussy is squeezing him as tightly as I can.
We’re trembling for movement, but he wants to make me suffer a little longer.
Drag out this maddening intensity.
“Want your pussy filled with every shot of my load until it’s oozing out like a faucet?”
“Yes,” I pant at the idea before my lips are claimed by his. “Asher, please.”
“Arc after arc, missing your warmth, ruthlessly yearning your body, craving this soul-sucking pussy,” he groans and kisses me again. “We haven’t enjoyed the main course, and I can already rate this five stars for the sweet appetizer.”
“Sweet, huh?” I breathe with a saucy smirk that makes him chuckle low.
I’m gushing at the mere sound.
“Should I eat your pussy ruthlessly afterward, then let you have a taste of yourself on my lips?” Having him say it with such detail helps the scenario play through my mind.
So fucking tempting.
“Yes,” I pant in submission. “I want everything.”
To be nothing but a puppet for him to fuck into oblivion until I can’t remember my own fucking name.
“Then it’s best I get moving if we both want dinner tonight,” he whispers against my lips and moves until he can tug on my earlobe. “Unless we skip and just feast on each other.”
“Skip!” I practically scream. He slides out and slams back in, making my body beg for movement. “Asher, please!”
“When you beg, it makes me want to torture you even more,” he admits with that husky voice that ignites goosebumps all over my feverish flesh. “But tonight, I’ll be nice.”
Thank fucking shadows!
“Hold on, Ophelia,” he urges as he sits back and grips my hips. I know he’s going to fuck me hard and fast with how his fingernails dig into my flesh. “I’m not going to be merciful this round.”
Can he see just how badly I want this from my needy expression that begs for him to give me everything he’s got?
“Entire time, eyes on me,” he urges, with his hooded expression that further darkens. “I want to watch you as you wither into oblivion.”
The ride of complete lust begins as he moves without an ounce of mercy. His cock glides effortlessly in and out of my dripping pussy, the sound of movement adding to our moans, grunts, and the strained squeaks of the bed that manage to survive our rabid movements.
Pleasure is coiling in the depths of my core while heat consumes me in waves, leaving beads of sweat to descend the sides of my face and down my naked body.
Asher is completely lost in the rise of pleasure that comes with every single thrust. Each movement is with intention—deep, hard, so fucking rough—while his dirty talk is just as raw as the intense connection that continues to pulse between us.
