Page 45 of Poison Pen
And holy shit, what a cock.
Thick and long, Asher’s dick stood proudly against his abs, the skin just a shade or two darker than the rest of his torso. A tidy nest of brown hair sat at the base, and I could barely contain my groan when he wrapped one of his large hands around it and gave a firm tug, making me wish I was the one jacking him off.
“You gonna play with it or use it?” I asked, not wanting him to know just how desperate I actually was to have him use it.
“Oh, Betty.” He chuckled, tearing the condom wrapper open with his teeth and rolling it on.
It shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was.
“We are most definitely gonna use it.”
Once he was suited up, Asher knelt on the bed, moving himself between my legs.
“Look at you, Ricki,” he praised, his gaze leaving a scorching trail on my skin everywhere he looked. “You are the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever fuckin’ seen.” Crawling over me, Asher caged me in, his hands on the bed beside my head, his knees pressed tight against my thighs, forcing me to spread my legs as he went. Shifting his weight to one hand, Asher lifted the other and gently traced his fingers from my temple down to my jaw, cupping my face as he ran his thumb over my lips, the light touch causing a fire to spark in my belly. “I am so damn glad you ran out of whiskey that day, Ricki.”
Blinking up at him, I smiled wide before taking his thumb between my lips and swirling my tongue around it, the roughness of his calloused skin so incongruent to the gentle way he touched me. Drawing his thumb out of my mouth, Asher stared at my lips as they parted for him, his breathing increasing as I moved my hips, desperate for some sort of friction and hating that he wasn’t giving it to me. Trying to entice him into action, I used both hands to cup my tits, letting my thumbs flick across my nipples and pushing them together for him to see.
When his gaze dropped to my chest, Asher groaned again, his fingers moving from my face to my now substantially increased cleavage.
“Fuck,” he breathed, wedging his finger between my tits and working it in and out slowly. “You know Ricki,” he said, eyes on my boobs. “I think these may just be the best tits I have ever had the pleasure of seeing. I can’t wait to fuck ’em.”
Lowering his face to my chest, Asher stopped about two inches from my skin, flicking his eyes back up to mine before he let out a small, thin stream of saliva, grinning at my expression as his warm spit landed on my breasts where they were jammed together and currently housing his thrusting fingers. Extending his tongue, Asher used it to swirl his spit around the flesh of my tits, easing the passage of his fingers substantially and allowing him to pick up the pace. “Yeah,” he growled, watching his handiwork. “These are gonna look fuckin’ incredible wrapped around my cock.”
“Please,” I moaned, hating that it was the only fuckin’ word I could make my mouth actually say.
“Please? Please, what, Ricki?” Asher asks, his eyes sparking with humor. “Please, fuck your pretty tits? Or was there something else you were looking for right now?” Dipping his hips, Asher ground his cock against me, hitting my clit just right, then pulling away again, making me growl in frustration.
“Pleaseanything,as long as you make me come, you jerk!”
“You wanna come again, baby?” he teased, dipping his hips again, this time lining up the broad head of his cock with my entrance and pushing forward just enough to stretch me, but not enough to actuallybeinside me. “You want me to slide in here and make myself at home, then you gotta ask for it.” Thrusting forward another small amount, Asher chuckled before pulling out again. “Nicely.”
“Fuck you,” I spat, earning me an immediate slap on my thigh.
“That wasn’t very nice at all,” he scolded me, rubbing away the sting of his swat.
I’d never tell him that I liked it.
“Why don’t you try again, baby. I know you can do it.” Pressing a kiss to my lips, Asher whispered, “You can do anything.”
“Please,” I said, bringing my hands to his face and looking him in the eye. His beard tickled against my palms as I held him to me, letting my words ghost across his lips. “Please, Asher. Fuck me.”
Chapter twenty-five
Asher
Ididn’thesitate.Mygirl asked for it, so she got it.
Immediately.
Thrusting forward, I filled her in one steady stroke, watching her eyes widen as I bottomed out, needing to press my hands into the mattress to keep myself upright.
She felt so fuckin’ good around me, hot and tight and absolutely fuckin perfect. Looking down at her face, I could see that she was surprised—shocked, maybe—by the feeling of me inside her, but I wasn’t about to give her a second to think about it. Drawing my hips back slowly, then snapping them forward again, I watched her, entranced by the way those perfect tits bounced with every thrust I made.
“Yeah, Ricki,” I said, raising one arm and placing it on the headboard above her to give myself a bit more leverage. “That’s real good, baby.”
“Holy fu—” I cut off her proclamation with another sharp drive of my body into hers. Repeating the motion over and over, I clutched at that headboard for dear life, desperate for the moment to continue.
Ricki was perfection in every way, and I wasn’t about to miss out on a single moment of her.