His cock bobs free when I pull at his jeans and boxers, and I suck in a breath.
Holy freaking monster dick.
It’s fine. I’ve totally got this. Blow job super powers activated.
“Briar,” he groans as I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, and he tilts his head back against the door with a thud. “Fuck.”
I hum in delight, which makes him moan again, before taking his dick down my throat and holding once my chin touches his balls, delighting in the expletives that fall from his mouth. That's before I stick out my tongue and lick his balls before pulling back.
He pulls my head back, tilting it so I look up at him, and he gazes down at me in wonder. “Holy shit, Briar.”
“I know,” I say with a wink and take him in my mouth again, wrapping my hand around his base and loving the sounds that fall from him as I enjoy pleasing him. I take him to the back of my throat and hold him there for a beat before coming up for air and repeating it, enjoying myself as curses stream from his lips as I lick his balls while pumping his shaft with my hand.
“You need to stop, otherwise I’m going to blow my load already, and I am not ready for that.” I laugh as I lick the underside of his dick, watching him take deep breaths as he closes his eyes like he’s trying to calm himself down. “Stand. Strip and on the bed. Now.”
His command shocks me, but adds to my excitement. He releases my hair and I do as he says, pushing down my jeans and thong, making sure to bend over and give him a show before pulling off my crop top and undoing my bra.
“You are fucking stunning.” He groans as he watches me, dick in hand. “Now, on the bed. I want to watch you.”
I move up the bed, positioning myself so he can see me without obstacle. I want him to see just how much he turns me on. How his thoughtful gestures make my body come alive for him.
Spreading my legs, it takes every ounce of willpower to keep my hands on the bed as I wait for further instruction from him. He may be attentive and gentle, but beneath that polished exterior lies a rough diamond ready to cut through my walls.
“Such a pretty pussy. Spread those lips for me. Show me how wet you are.” Without taking my eyes from him, I slide my hand down and use my finger to open myself up for his viewing pleasure. His nostrils flare, his tongue peeks out his mouth, the top row of his teeth sinks into the plump flesh of his bottom lip, and I know he's just as turned on as I am.
Slowly, he wraps his long, thick fingers around his shaft, his thumb spreading the precum across the head of his cock.
”Play with yourself, Beautiful. Be a good girl for me. Show me what gets you off.”
I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck on two digits. There's something inherently erotic about Asher standing over me, watching as I bring my wet fingers to my clit and draw out slow, sensual circles. He strokes his dick in rhythm with my movements, slowing down when I do, speeding up when my excitement gets the best of me.
“Fuck, you’re dripping.” His gaze sears a path across my skin until we're staring at each other once more. “Is all that for me, Gorgeous?”
“Yes.” The word is little more than a breath that escapes from between my lips. Watching him jerk his fist up and down his shaft is like real life porn. I don't know how long I'll last before coming all over my fingers, and I’d much rather come over his.
Asher takes a step closer then brings his free hand to my pussy, one finger sliding through my wetness, and I groan and I watch, seemingly in slow motion, as his finger goes up to his mouth and he sucks—hard—moaning and groaning at the taste of me.
“Fucking delicious, just like I knew you’d be.”
My hips rock uncontrollably as I rub my clit, chasing that high, needing to come so badly I can practically taste it.
“That's it, baby, I want to watch you come all over my bed. Then, I want to feel you all over my dick.”
Fuck, that dirty mouth of his will be the death of me.
But the faster I circle my clit and the more I fuck myself with my fingers, the slower he jacks himself until he’s squeezing the base of his cock, pain etched on the perfect features of his face.
“I’m not coming until I'm inside you.”
With my hips rising off the mattress, I cry out my release. Pumping my fingers in and out until all I can do is press my throbbing nub as my cum slides down the inside of my thighs.
“Good girl. My turn.”
Like a predator, Asher climbs onto the bed with me, straddling my hips before dropping to carry his weight on his forearms. He’s caging me in, his breaths tickling my mouth and chin.
“They all got to touch you when I wasn’t there.” He places an open-mouthed kiss on my temple, tracing a sensual path down the line of my jaw before biting the tip of my chin.
His cock is nestled between my legs and I want it. I want it so fucking bad that I try to move my pelvis just so…