Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
His mighty dick that stands so full and ready. It’s hands down the biggest I’ve ever seen. I grip my hand around it, squeezing gently as I move my hand up his shaft.
He groans, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. “Your touch should be illegal.”
I smile, loving the way this man makes me feel. Makes me feel so wanted and adored. I’ve never felt this way before. “Fuck me right here,” I tell him, no longer caring if anyone walks by.
He sits up a little, his eyes scanning the courtyard below. He’s always assessing. Will never do anything without calculating all risks involved.
I lean close to his ear, and lick the shell of it. “Come on. Live a little,” I whisper, and his hands tighten their grip on my hips. “Fuck me right now, Asher.”
He pulls back a little so I can look into his eyes. “Look at you begging for my dick.”
I smile, licking my lips. “Please, Asher. Please, fuck me.” I’d beg for him any day.
He hooks his thumbs under the hem of my dress and lifts it in one smooth motion, the fabric sliding over my skin and settling onto the ground. He pauses, taking me in—moonlight tracing the curve of my hips, the line of my waist, the gentle swell of my breasts.
He arches a brow. “No bra?”
“The dress looked better without it,” I murmur, voice soft.
A slow, appreciative smile spreads across his face. “I enjoy taking those off you.”
I lean forward, brushing my lips along his jaw. “Next time,” I whisper, breath warm against his skin.
His grin widens. “Now where were we?” He settles his hands on my hips. “Oh, yes, you were begging for me to fuck you.”
I bite my lower lip. “Yes, sir.”
He tugs me closer. “I love it when you call me that.”
I laugh lightly. “Fuck me, sir. Command me.”
“I want you begging to ride my cock. You wanna beg for that?”
I nod slowly. “Yeah, I do.”
He trails kisses along the column of my throat. “Well, start begging. Tell me what you want, Charlotte.”
I lean back, letting his kisses turn more possessive as he reaches my breasts. He closes his mouth over one nipple, biting down, causing me to cry out in pain and pleasure. I don’t even know which. All I know is I want more of it. More. “More,” I whisper out. “So much more.”
He positions his dick at my entrance, and I slide down over it, taking deep breaths as he fills me up. I’ve never been with anyone this big, and it takes a full minute to acclimate to his size again.
I gently rock my hips forward, letting his dick go deeper inside me. “Ah,” I moan out.
“You feel so fucking good,” he breathes, his voice low and gravelly.
We take our time with each other, letting our bodies rock gently together as our mouths connect. We kiss lazily, until a need—a fire—ignites deep within me.
I punch my hips forward, picking up my speed as I ride his dick. I keep moving, grinding against him.
Asher smiles, wrapping a hand around my hair, creating a ponytail. “Look at somebody getting impatient.”
“I need to come,” I whine.
He tugs my hair, bringing my head back slightly. He sinks his teeth into my neck, sucking my skin into his mouth. Marking me. “I know you do, pretty girl.” He keeps sucking, and I try to move a little.
“Don’t mark me,” I tell him, thinking about what everyone would say if I come down to breakfast tomorrow with a giant hickey on my neck.
“I won’t,” he whispers as he releases my skin, looking to make sure he hasn’t left a mark. “I’d never.” He lowers his head, clasping his mouth around my breast, his tongue working my hardened nipple between his teeth. “Now keep riding me. Show me how badly you need to come all over me.”
I pick up my pace, riding him with wild abandon. I need my orgasm like I need my next breath, however Asher doesn’t move.
He almost looks pained as he watches me bounce up and down on him. “Keep riding me.”
“Why aren’t you moving?” I ask him. “Why aren’t you fucking me?”
“Because you haven’t begged me to,” he whispers.
I stall my movements, my eyes connecting with his. I place a hand over his chest as my other hand cups his cheek. “Fuck me, Asher. Fuck me as hard as you can. I want you begging me to come inside me. Please, oh please. Asher, please fuck me.”
His eyes turn charcoal black as his dick thumps low inside me. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, please,” my voice is high-pitched as I beg. “Please, fuck me.”
He tosses me off him, placing my back flat against the lounge chair. He lifts my legs over his shoulders, and slams back into me.