Page 89 of Asher

Asher didn’t lie to me.

It didn’t matter how much it hurt to hear the truth. But if there was one thing I knew about Asher with absolute certainty, it was that he didn’t lie to me.

I lifted my head and pressed a kiss to his throat, and as my lips skinned the column of his neck, I whispered, “Thank you.”

When I lowered my head, fire, passion, need, and want, blazed in those hazel eyes of his. Eyes that I wanted to melt into.

“Dad.”

We both froze.

Not once did he move his eyes from me when he called out, “Yeah?”

“Can you tell Chloe that while I adore and love her, she better make you wear a condom? I’ve accepted this. I’ve pushed for this. I want you both to be happy. I do. But let me enjoy being a single child for a little bit longer. Mmkay?”

Asher’s eyes twinkled, then he winked at me and said two words, “Too late.”

Her gasp of indignation had both of us chuckling, “Seriously?”

Asher chuckled as he lowered his body further down the bed, pressed a kiss on my stomach, and called out, “Love you, princess. But go the fuck away.”

His lips were skimming a path, lower, lower, and then I heard, “Okay. I’m going.”

I giggled.

Then we both heard, “You were joking. Right?”

I almost forgot to answer her because his lips were now in an area that was on fire, his tongue twirled deliciously over my clit, and then I gasped and remembered she was still there, and she didn’t need to hear me screaming her dad’s name, I called out, “He’s joking, Stella. But if you don’t get out of this house right now, I will bleach your hair the next time you fall asleep next to me.”

“Ekk. I’m out.” And with that, we heard his front door slam.

As the door slammed, he hit a certain spot inside of me with his fingers, and the only thing I could do was moan out his name, “Asher.”

He stopped what he was doing for a split second and whispered, “Love that.”

Then he was back at it, his fingers and his tongue working a rhythm, and then, like falling off a precipice, I saw stars, lightning, and all the colors of the rainbow as I climaxed.

In a split second, Asher was on top of me, kissing me. And I didn’t think I would like it, but I didn’t mind the taste of me.

It was naughty, euphoric, and oh-so-good.

Then suddenly, he pulled his lips back from mine and whispered, “I could feast on your pussy for the rest of my life and never need to eat another meal for as long as I lived.”

I smiled, then I felt his cock at my entrance, “I will put a condom on if you want me to, but Doll Baby, please don’t ask me to do that.”

I shook my head, “I’m on birth control. Have been since I made a decision that I wanted to be yours, and I wanted you to be mine.”

Then he whispered, “Thank fuck.”

I felt pressure, but nothing too painful, as he slowly started working his cock inside of me.

His muscles were flexing, his veins were popping, and then I watched as he gritted his teeth, froze, and then moaned, “Fuck yes.”

At his moan, I felt something come over me, a want and a need so great, and it was a miracle I didn’t combust there on the spot. Therefore, I whispered, “Asher, please, hurry.”

His eyes stayed locked with mine as he nodded, pulled out, and then pushed back in, and as he did so, he whispered, “Keep those gorgeous eyes open, Doll Baby.”

I nodded.