When I’m completely naked, I take my hand and run it through my wet folds. His eyes darken and a rumble vibrates from his chest, causing my fingers to wet even more. I kneel, straddling his trim hips, and move my hand back to my pussy, opening my lips for him to see just how much I need him. His snarl is the fuel to my fire. Dipping two of my pink-tipped fingers deep into my pussy, I throw my head back and whimper. Curling my fingers, I hit that perfect spot deep within my body that causes my hips to rock forward, and I feel his hard erection bobbing against my arm, begging that I move and let him in.

Wanting to see just how long he’s going to let me have the driver’s seat, I continue to fuck myself with my fingers, alternating between pumping them deep and swirling around my clit. I don’t want to make myself come, so I avoid pressing against the one spot begging for it. My fingers are coated; I can feel my wetness starting to pool where my palm is cupped against my lips as my two digits pump slowly.

“Give them to me,” he barks. “Fucking give them to me,” he spits coarsely through clenched teeth.

I make a show of slowly pulling my fingers out of my body, walking my fingers up his body, tracing each defined ab, twirling around each nipple, before I finally give him what he wants. The second my fingers are within reach, he leans forward and takes them between his lips. His tongue curls around them, and he sucks in an intoxicating rhythm that has me panting and stars starting to pop in my vision.

He releases my fingers. His teeth nipping my fingertips right when I’m almost free of his mouth has me moaning again, rocking my hips forward on his cock.

“Take me inside you, Sunshine. Ride my cock until you come.” His face is pulled tight, his arousal burning me in his sapphire stare.

Lifting up, I guide his thick cock inside and begin to do just as he demanded. I ride him hard. My hands start off on my tits as I gain speed, but when it becomes apparent that I need help steading myself, his hands come forward and help me move from their grasp on my hips. I move my hands back and brace myself on his muscular thighs. I bounce, rock, roll, and grind against him, my wetness echoing along with the slapping of our skin.

“Goddamn, your pussy is so fucking tight. Your walls are milking my cock, Sunshine. Fucking begging for my come.” His fingers dig in, and I’m almost sure I’ll bruise from the pressure. It is delicious. “I’m not going to last much longer,” he warns.

I just hum my response, too close to my own completion to speak. Sensing my closeness, he takes one of his hands and moves it to my throbbing clit, pinching it roughly before he gives me a light slap against my lips. And just like that, I come with a ferociousness I never knew possible. By the time I stop screaming his name—and God only knows what else—I loosen the hold my fingers have on his legs and lean forward.

I can tell he hasn’t come yet. His face is flushed, lips drawn in so tight that they’re turning white around the creases. His eyes though—they’ve become so dark that they have that navy color I love so much. I lean up, slowly take him all the way to the root, and rock my hips, and we both let out a heavy breath when he swells even more within me.

“Fuck me,” he pants.

After leaning up, he lays me down with more gentleness than I thought him capable of then pulls his hips back. He pauses with his cock just centimeters away from slipping from my body before he slams home. I scream, my hands reaching up and pulling him down to my mouth. We swallow each other’s cries as he takes what he needs from my body. Right before he comes, my body seizes in the second most delicious orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

He grunts deep in his throat, his teeth biting my shoulder with just enough pressure to cause a little mini orgasm to rock through my body. Then he unclamps his teeth, throws his head back, and screams my name.

“Chelcie! Oh fuck, Chelcie!”

I close my eyes and drift off to one hell of an orgasm-induced fog.

Chapter 23 – Asher

After I’m able to mentally find all the pieces of my brain that just splattered all over the ceiling, I look down at my woman as she’s passed out with a small smile on her face.

Fuck, that was the one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. My legs feel like mush when I go to move off of her, and when my cock slips free of her body, I want to cry out from the loss of her tight walls hugging me.

Looking down and seeing our joined releases falling out of her pussy has my dick throbbing for more. I close my eyes and will my erection down¸ but all I do is notice the heavy scent of her arousal feeding my nostrils.

Fuck. Me.

I climb off the bed, looking back at her. She’s completely bare and spread wide for me, and I have to make myself walk to the bathroom. I clean myself off, smelling my fingers one last time before grabbing a washcloth and running it under the warm water. Walking back in our room, I smile a wicked smile when I see that she hasn’t moved a muscle. Her long and lush legs are parted from where I was just seated deep, her arms having fallen to her sides in a lazy way and her breathing making her substantial tits and her beautiful, round belly rise and fall with even movements.