Page 17 of Sweet Possession

“If you want me to stop, tell me now,” I pant.

She nibbles her full bottom lip, her eyes wide with lust as she shakes her head. “Don’t stop. I want this.” Her voice is filled with desire, going straight to my cock.

Watching her gorgeous face, I push her panties aside and run my finger up and down her hot, wet slit. Fuck. I could blow my load like this. “You’re fucking soaked for me, angel,” I rasp.

Her response is a moan as she starts to move on top of me, trying to get my finger exactly where she wants it. Inside her. I give her what she wants and push into her cunt. Closing my eyes, I relish the feel of her. Tight. Wet. Hot.Mine. I pump into her as she rides my fingers, my eyes snapping open when she whimpers.

“Asher,” she moans, her breath hitching.

I need to taste her. Watch her come apart as I fuck her with my tongue. Pulling my finger from her pussy, I watch as she frowns, her face screwing up in confusion. I smirk and push her off my lap and onto the couch. Bunching her skirt up to her waist, I grip her panties and rip them from her body, revealing the most perfect pussy I have ever seen in my life. She’s waxed. Pink. Glistening.Mine,I think for the second time in ten minutes.

Dropping down between her thighs, I part her folds with my fingers. Her hips rise in her desperation to have my mouth on her. I grin up at her. Her eyes are already on me, her face a mixture of arousal and… disbelief? I shake the reason as to why that emotion is there and thrust my tongue into her pussy, all the while keeping my gaze on her. She cries out, her back arching as she tries to pull me in deeper. Fuck. She tastes like heaven. She really is an angel.

I thrust my tongue inside, tasting every inch of her tight pussy. I briefly wonder if she’s a virgin. I want her to be. I want to be the only man to ever have her in this way, to ever see her like this. Removing my tongue from her hole, I push two fingers into her, pumping her hard and fast as my lips latch onto her little clit. I suck her into my mouth, curling my fingers and rubbing the place I know will have her seeing stars. It works. Not a minute later, she is crying out my name as her cunt clenches down on my fingers so hard, I swear she almost breaks them.

Releasing her nub, I look up at her. Her chest heaves, eyes are closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed, and she has never looked more beautiful. “Angel,” I call softly. Her eyes snap open, landing on me. “Watch me as I swallow your juices.” Her hooded stare never leaves me as I bring my fingers up to my mouth, suck them inside, and lick her juices from me. She blushes deeper as she watches me, her face turning a delicious shade of red. Christ, I have never wanted anyone as much as I want her. She stares at me as I lick my fingers clean. “Mmm, you taste delicious. Better than anything I have ever had in my mouth before,” I tell her honestly. She blinks as if she can’t believe what I’m saying. She better though. I speak the truth. Once I’m done, I lower myself on top of her. Pressing my lips to hers, I urge her to open for me. I want her to taste herself on me.Needher to. I plunge my tongue inside her mouth. She moans, her legs wrapping around my waist and holding me closer, tighter, as if she’s afraid to let me go. Afraid that I’ll leave. I won’t. Ever. My angel is mine. Now that I’ve tasted her, I’ll never let her go.

Pulling back, I stare down at her as she licks her lips. “Don’t you taste so good, baby?” I croon.

“If you say so,” she whispers shyly.

“I do say so. You taste like heaven. You’re a real-life angel, aren’t you? And you’re all mine.” It’s not a question, so I don’t need an answer. It’s the truth and not even she can change it. She sighs, settling against the couch. Her eyes flutter closed, and she yawns. My angel is tired.

Pushing off of her, I climb off the couch. Grabbing her up into my arms, I stride out of the lounge. She mumbles incoherently as I carry her up the stairs. I don’t take her to the guest room though. No.

Tonight, she is staying in my room.

Where she belongs.

ChapterTwelve

REMI

I wake up hot and sweaty.

My body feels weighed down by something heavy. Peeling my eyes open, I glance down to find an arm across my chest and Asher holding me tightly. I wait for the panic to kick in, but it doesn’t. It feels right in his arms, even if he did bring me in here without my knowledge.

My thoughts move to last night. To when he ate my pussy. I have never had that done to me before, but it was even better than any of the sex I’ve experienced. The way he made me come with just his tongue and fingers… My stomach tightens at the thought, and a pulse starts between my thighs. I want him to do it again and again.

As if sensing my thoughts, Asher stirs beside me, his eyes popping open and a smirk curving his lips as his gaze lands on me.

“Morning, angel,” he rasps, his voice so sexy, goosebumps break out across my body. He is a sexy bastard. And he knows it.

“Morning. Why am I not in the guest room?” I ask accusingly because I can’t help myself. The agreement was for me to stay in there, and I can’t help but think that Asher took advantage of my orgasm-induced state.

His eyes narrow in on me, a flash of anger crossing his face, no doubt at my questioning him. “Because you belong here,” he says so softly it’s at odds with the look of displeasure on his face.

I smile, despite myself. I want to belong somewhere. Lord knows I haven’t for a long while. As much as I’ve tried to fight this… weird, crazy situation, maybe it’s a lost cause. Maybe our meeting was fate and I do belong here. With Asher.ToAsher.

Suddenly I feel shy and avert my gaze. He doesn’t allow it though. His finger connects with my chin, and he lifts until my eyes are on his. “Don’t hide from me Remi. Ever.”

“I still think this is weird,” I blurt, motioning between us. “But I’m not going to fight it anymore.”

His lips move into a triumphant smile, and he presses a kiss to my forehead. “Good. It’s about time you came to terms with us. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.” The certainty in his tone leaves no room for doubt. “Now,” he drawls, rolling over until I’m pinned underneath him. “How about I eat your perfect cunt to settle your mind?” There is no question. Asher will do what Asher wants. And boy do I want him to. I just don’t know how to voice what I want. I only dated boys. Well, one boy actually, and Asher is all man.

Instead of saying my thoughts aloud, I push up and capture his lips with mine. He freezes, no doubt at how forward I’m being. It’s usually him initiating all of our encounters. Snapping out of his shock, he kisses me back with a ferocity that takes my breath away. His tongue plunders my lips and tangles with my own. I pause when I feel him harden against my leg. I want him inside me. To feel every inch of him as he takes me. I mean, if he can make me come harder than I ever have before with just his fingers and mouth, then I can only imagine what he can do with his cock. The thought makes me moan.

Breaking the kiss, he looks down at me with hooded eyes. “I’m going to eat your pussy now and you are going to scream my name so loud, the whole of Miami will know who owns you.”