She gasps when I push her back onto the bed. I collapse to my knees, grabbing her panties and tearing them off with primal urgency.
I slide the dress up her hips, next, exposing her pink hole.
“Fuck. Ing. Hell. Your pussy is perfect.”
She shifts against the sheets. “Really?”
“Really.”
I’ve tasted her pussy before but this time I attack her with my tongue, my urgency too overwhelming to go slow. I finger her tight hole as I lick her clit, her lips, opening my mouth wide so I can taste as much of her as possible. She’s tangy as hell, a sweet and welcoming taste, and when her hips start to buck I can hardly believe my luck.
“You horny fucking thing,” I snarl. “You’re already close?”
“I’ve been… Ah, ah, ah.”
“You’ve been what? Be a good girl and tell me before I make you cream.”
“Sitting in here… thinking about you, thinking about us. Please, Asher. Please don’t stop.”
“Good fucking girl.”
I flick my tongue against her clit faster, causing her hips to buck, as she grinds her pussy against my mouth. She goes off with a high-pitched moan, gifting me with wave upon wave of cream, pulsing out of her, as her cries dance in the air.
Once her orgasm has passed, I reach up and grab her dress. She laughs and raises her arms as I tear it off, and then I’m on her bra, looping my arm around her body and tearing the clasp loose.
“Oh. Fuck.”
I stare at her breasts as they spill-free, the biggest, fullest breasts a man could wish for. Her nipples are round and proud, veins running through her voluptuous flesh.
Kneeling again, I grab her tits and push them together, squeezing my hands lightly… but firm enough to turn her receptive skin red. She gasps and her fingers slide through my hair as I suck on her nipples, first one and then the other, swirling my tongue around and around.
“I want to…”
“Say it,” I snap, gazing up at her.
“To see you,” she moans, pawing at my shirt.
There’s a remnant of shyness in the way she moves, in the way her gaze flits all over the place, but it’s like her inner need has taken over as much as mine has. She grabs at my jacket, pulling it off, and then her trembling fingers are on my shirt buttons.
I tear it off in one vicious move, buttons going flying, and then I leap to my feet and quickly tear away my belt. I kick off my shoes and pull my pants and my underwear down.
“Should I take my shoes off?” she murmurs.
I shake my head hard, looking down at her little feet in the short heels, giving her calves an even fuller shape.
“You’re keeping those on. That’s an order.”
Her cheeks light up, a smile touching her lips, but it falters when her eyes drop down to my cock. It exploded out of my pants, a rock solid length, the tip glistening with hot leaking precome.
“You’re so, so big,” she whispers.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Autumn
I stare up at him, at Asher, at my man.
His jaw is tense and his eyes seem to burn. His body is a hulking mass of muscles, his pectorals large boulders, his stomach a hard sheet of ridges with a V leading down to his cock.
And his cock…
Heck, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to take it.
It’s massive, rock hard but still bobbing up and down a little with how heavy it is. Thick veins run up the sides and his helm is swollen and wet with precome. He stands with his fists clenched at his sides, staring down at me.
“What should I do?” I murmur.
“What do you want to do?”
I swallow, but it’s not me who has to answer. It’s my womb. It’s the primordial force that yells within me louder and louder with each moment. It’s the sparkling potential of the life we’re going to share.
“I want to try this…”
I reach forward tentatively, wrap my hand around the base of him and then bring my mouth to his length.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to suck it all,” I whisper.
“Whatever you can do,” he growls, his voice choked as I stroke up and down his shaft. “Oh, fuck, your hand feels so good.”
“I’ve never done this before.”
“Good. You belong to me. You’re only ever allowed to do this with me.”
I open my mouth and take him, sucking on his tip. His precome coats my tongue as I bob my head up and down a little bit, moving my hand along his shaft in the same motion.
At first, I’m not sure I’m doing it correctly, but then he gifts me with a long moan, his breaths coming fast, growing frantic.
“Look up at me. I want to see your eyes while you take me in your… in your… Look up, now.”