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Those hazel eyes gaze directly at my ass, trailing toward the wet spot collecting on my panties. All these pent-up hormones run rampant with need, turning me into a begging mess.
“Please, Asher,” I moan, wiggling my ass a little.
“Please, what?” he dares to ask, undoing his belt from his jeans and rolling down his zipper. I watch in fascination as his cock springs free, bulging and twitching with need. “What do you want, My Brat? Do you want me to fill you with this cock? Shove it so far up your dripping pussy that you cum?”
Jesus fuck Christ, I’ve created a dominating, dirty-talking monster.
One that I like.
If he keeps this up, I’ll come before he ever fucks me. Or before we finish our damn lunch.
“Yes, Asher.” I swallow hard when one finger trails down my ass cheek, slipping beneath the fabric of my panties. Getting closer and closer to the promised land.
I jolt in surprise when the thin fabric of my panties rips in two. My breaths shudder when he holds them in front of my face, displaying the wet patch on the fabric.
“I have been holding back,” he admits, pressing his lips to my bare shoulder, trailing kisses up my neck. “I’ve been trying to respect what we have now. But you make it so fucking hard to respect you when all I want to do is fuck you like you’re my fucking little whore. I want to shove my cock down your throat and watch you swallow. Fuck. I’ve—”
“Then do it. Fuck me like you hate me. Fuck me like you used to.”
“But I never truly hated you,” he whispers with desperation as his finger finds my clit, turning light circles. “I never ever hated you. I was so fucking madly in love with you that I hated myself. I loathed what I thought about you. What I did to you. Said to you. You’re my goddamn angel, River. My Brat. My baby. My salvation into becoming a better man.”
“Fuck,” I moan, thrusting back into his pelvis. “Asher,” I whine, begging for him to fill me.
“I’m going to fuck you now, River. I won’t hold back. But you should hold on. I’m going to shove this into your mouth so your brothers don’t come running. The last thing we need is visitors when I’m helping you meet Jesus.” I swallow hard when he traces the lace of my white panties along my lips, softly tapping them. “Open up, Little Brat.” Without hesitation, my lips part, welcoming the panties into my mouth, muffling anything that comes from my throat. “Good girl. Now, wrap your hands over the edge of the desk.” My breaths hitch in my throat when I wrap my hands around the edge of the desk so tight my fingers turn white.
That’s the last thing he says before he brushes the tip of his throbbing dick at my entrance and thrusts completely inside me.
“Oh fuck me,” Asher murmurs. “Goddamn, you’re one hundred percent going to be the death of me, and I’m okay with it. I’ll die right here,” he grunts, slamming into me several times and knocking my hips into my desk.
Whatever bruises I have later will be something I look back on as the moment Asher took back his control.
I groan around my panties as droplets of drool roll down my chin. It does its job, holding back my loud moans so hopefully my brothers don’t fucking hear us. The last thing I need is those two idiots interrupting this much-needed fucking.
Asher’s pace picks up, slamming into me relentlessly. Without fucking mercy. My desk squeaks with every move, dragging against the floor, surely giving away what we’re doing in here.
“I want you to cum around my cock,” he demands breathlessly in my ear.
I nod, leaning into the fire eating away at me, and release my fucking orgasm from the Gods, suffocating his dick as I convulse.
“Fuck me,” he says, stiffening and releasing himself inside me with a long, drawn out moan of satisfaction.
My forehead rests against the cool wood of my desk as he hovers behind me, rubbing his hands up and down my body. Small words of affirmations are whispered against my neck as he catches his breath.
“Thank you,” he whispers with sincerity. “I knew only you could bring me back to who I was but keep me in check.”
Spitting out my panties onto my desk, I desperately suck in air. Asher hurriedly hands me my drink, and I gulp it down with him still nestled inside me.
“No, thank you,” I rasp, clutching his hand in mine. “Thank you for letting go. Please, don’t hold back again. I need both sides of the Asher coin.” I swallow hard when he gently pulls out and spins me around.
His palms cup my cheeks as he leans in, suffocating me with his kiss. His tongue darts into my mouth, twisting with mine as he pushes me against my desk.
“Never again will I hold back, Little Brat. I’ll be whatever Asher you want.”
“A mix of both,” I quip with a smirk. “Now, if you don’t mind, I need to get back to work.”
“I’ll wait,” he says with a shrug, kissing me one last time. With ease, he puts himself back in his pants and rights his belt.
“You’ll wait?” I ask, heaving a breath.
