24. Jade
Jade
I need him.
Now.
Right this fucking minute.
I could tell that the moment I called him Daddy, it snapped him into gear.
“Oh, baby girl,” he coos with a smirk before slipping his jeans off and letting them fall to the floor. Leaving him standing there in just his tight black shorts that hug his huge dick, which is already hardening from our kisses and touches. My mouth waters at the thought of getting my lips around his cock. It’s been too long.
Now that I’m ‘awake’ again, so to say, I need him like the air I breathe.
“Please,” I whisper hoarsely. My pussy is quivering and clenching around nothing.
Asher looks at me beneath hooded lids and his light eyes have gone dark. He bites his lip and looks at me— finally fucking looks at me —with a heated glance. I can feel his gaze like his hand touching me all over my body; lingering over my pebbled breasts and my wet pussy.
He steps closer to me, and a quick glance tells me that he’s feeling this needy sexual energy and tension as much as I am. His boxers are tented and when he pulls me in, I can feel the tip press against my stomach unabashedly.
“Next time will be in my bed as I take my time showing you just how much I love you. But right now…” Asher says, pausing in his thought.
I don’t hesitate to finish his thought. “Right now, I need you. Against the wall. Dirty and hard. Just show me that you love me and you want me. Just the way I am. ” I bite my lip and nod. I want this. I want him.
Asher grins and raises his eyebrows. Accepting my challenge.
“I love you and want you for you, baby girl. Physically, mentally and emotionally. Always and forever.”
His hands lift me into the air, and I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders to hold on. Gently, he walks us to the small wall by the door and our lips meet in an explosive kiss. Full of spoken and unspoken feelings, love shifting into chasing pleasure as we rub against each other.
“Fuck,” Asher says breathily against my lips as he pulls back slightly. “It’s been too long, baby. I can’t fucking wait to be buried in you.” He growls, breathing deeply against my neck before biting down on the spot beneath my ear. He makes me shiver. I fucking love how he speaks so darkly, so hungrily to me. It’s possessive and seductive and it makes me feel so damn sexy.
“I want you. Please, Daddy.”
My chest heaves with each breath and I scramble to hold onto him tighter.
“What a good girl, asking so nicely,” he breathes against my lips with a smile. “Daddy will take care of you, baby.” Asher presses me against his chest so he’s holding my weight against the wall and I don’t feel like I’m going to fall. I always feel like he’s got me, and he’s working to make sure I know he’ll always catch me.
I know now that he always will.
I believe him. I believe in him. I believe in us.
With one hand, Asher pulls his hard cock out of his shorts. There, that’s what I want. That’s what I’m needing right now. What I’m craving, always. I shimmy my hips from side to side, trying to find some of the friction I so desperately need. But he lifts me higher, like I weigh nothing, to keep his dick from touching me.
“What, why?” I whine, sucking on his neck to try and make him as desperate as I feel. Asher groans, but still doesn’t let his dick touch my wetness.
His hand slips between my folds, spearing me with his fingers, coating them in my wetness. Oh, fuck, that’s why he was waiting.
“I need to make sure you come on my fingers before I feed you my cock. I want to taste you.” he growls. I feel myself getting wetter, racing closer and closer to my peak. It’s coming on so fucking fast, I don’t know if I’ll be able to fight to make it last longer. Asher pulls his fingers from my heat and puts them in his mouth, licking them clean before groaning and closing his eyes in ecstasy.
“You taste so fucking good. It’s my favorite taste, I swear to god. I could eat from you every day and die a happy man,” he rumbles before slipping his fingers back into my cunt and scissoring them quickly. My eyes close and my toes curl as I scramble to try and find purchase, something, anything to hold so the force of the oncoming orgasm is more manageable.
But there’s nothing.
And he knows it.
Asher smirks, knowing how close I am and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
“Daddy!” I scream, my voice and mewling noises echoing in the tiled room. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god,” I whimper and cry as the pleasure rolls through me.
“That’s it, baby girl. That’s it,” he groans, like he’s as on edge as I am. He pulls his fingers from me and uses his hand to guide his cock into me, inch by excruciating inch. “You’re so tight, it feels like I’m going to hurt you,” he says softly before biting my shoulder as he groans. “Fuck, baby girl, I’m going to blow my load before I’m even fully inside you. You feel so. Fucking. Good.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him tightly as I breathe deeply and try to relax my pussy to let him in. I want to feel him fully seated inside me when he comes. I’m addicted to the feeling of his cum splashing my walls and filling me up.
We gasp against each other as he pushes in further. The drag of his cock stretches me further before our hips touch. We’re finally one.
My head drops back against the wall as my chest heaves in relief.
“We’re one now, baby,” Asher moans, his voice husky and low as he looks at me. His dark hair is damp from exertion, his cheeks red from pleasure and need, his eyes trained on my lips. He’s… a fantasy. Sex on legs. Or better yet, everything I ever needed, ever wanted , all in one delicious, gorgeous package. “And I’m never letting you go.”
I kiss him in response, pressing our lips together in a way that’s both sweet and begging to go further. He’s mine and I’m his; I’m not fighting it anymore.
“You’re mine,” I whisper against his lips, moving my hips as much as I can above him.
Asher leans forward, kissing me again. Hard. “Just as you’re mine, ” he growls when he lets me take a breath.
I’m about to promise him that I am, but he starts pounding into me at a needy, desperate, hot pace. My legs tighten around him, my thighs gripping his waist as tightly as I can and I feel them start to shake. I press my mouth to his, knowing that kissing will push us both over the edge. Asher forces his tongue inside my mouth, letting me taste myself on him.
So much hotter than I thought it would be.
Fuckkkk me.
Threading my fingers through his hair, I pull at the soft ends and he moans in my mouth.
“You’re mine, Jade. Mine. Mine to love,” he proclaims with grunts as he continues to fuck me so perfectly. “Mine to protect.” He kisses my lips hard and aggressively. “Mine to fuck.” He growls and slips a hand between us to start rubbing my clit. With a tight turn, he pulls and pinches it. I didn’t think pinching would work for me, but holy fuck, was I wrong.
His touches, mixed with his kisses and added to the never-ending spearing of his cock through my wetness, cause me to utterly explode. My thighs shake around his as my pussy strangles his cock. I cry out against his neck, nearly in tears from the pleasure wracking my body.
“Oh yes, oh fuck, Jade, baby girl,” Asher mutters, his thrusts staggering and speeding up as he fights for his own orgasm against my fluttering cunt. My walls clench around him as he fights to pull out and push back inside. His grip on my skin tightens and I know I’m going to have ten little bruises on my thighs.
Well worth it.
“Fuck! Baby girl!” Asher moans loudly against my chest, groaning as his hips thrust up once more.
“Yes,” I scream, tightening my muscles around him as his cum fills me. Running my hand over the nape of his neck, I hold him close to me in a shared moment of satisfaction and intimacy.
Of love and belonging.
Of home and happiness.
“I love you,” Asher sighs against my chest. After a moment of catching our breath, he carefully slips out and lets my legs fall to the floor. He doesn’t let go of me until he’s sure I’m stable.
“I love you, too.” I smile, raking my fingers through the dark locks at his neck and bringing our lips together sweetly.
“If I didn’t think you would say no, I’d beg you to move in with me. We could do this all day, every day,” he laments, resting his forehead against mine. My heart beats faster and I can see us living together; moving forward from all this shit, getting married, bringing beauty to our world through art and tattoos, maybe bringing a sweet baby into our lives… but that’s way, way, way down the road.
Maybe a dog or cat in the near future instead.
“With a promise like that, who says I’d say no?” I smile shyly, looking up as he props himself against the wall with his elbow over my head.
His eyes widen with shock. He starts to trip over his words as he tries to ask me properly.
“I, uh, maybe… do you think… Jade,” Asher stutters.
“Don’t worry,” I giggle, patting his cheek softly. “I want that. I really do, but I don’t know if we’re quite ready for that.” I can see the hope fade from his eyes, as his head drops between us. I cup his chin and move his face up so he’s looking at me again.
“I want to live with you, Asher, but I want us to do it after we’ve been together a little longer. I want us to really know each other. Maybe you won’t want to live with me when you find out I snore and you have to deal with it for more than a few nights.” I shrug and try to make light of the rejection. I love him and I don’t want him to think that I don’t want him. That I don’t want to take this relationship a step forward.
I just want a little bit of time to grow independently.
I want him to have time to decide if this is actually what he wants.
Because once I’m there, I’m not leaving. There’s nothing that can keep us apart now.