CHAPTER 43
Asher
O livia sucks in a breath when my counter meets her short-clad thighs as I press my already solid cock against her pussy. I’m only wearing sweatpants over my boxers and I can feel everything as her legs tighten around me.
The sugary vanilla flavor mixes with the taste of her and I groan into her mouth as I devour it.
Taking my time, I grip either side of her face and kiss the fuck out of her as her lips and tongue match mine effortlessly.
Her legs tighten further as I pull her shirt off over her head; she’s not wearing a bra, and I don’t waste a second before wrapping my arms around her, my skin on hers.
I lift another scoop of icing out of the bowl and drop it to her pebbled nipple. She whimpers as I bend down to suck it into my mouth, my tongue flicking over her as she rocks, begging for me. I fucking love it.
Every single cell in my body is buzzing with the feel of her as I lift her and pull down her panties, leaving her naked and glistening in the middle of my kitchen.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Liv.”
How you make me feel so fucking out of control.
I trail more icing between her tits and she pants as my mouth chases the sweet line to heaven. I drop to my knees, spreading more over her belly, licking that off too, leaving small bite marks in the wake against her skin.
Then I move to her inner thighs. I haven’t even reached the apex where she wants me most yet, but Olivia cries out and pushes her hips against me, begging for friction.
I rub her thighs softly, taking my time to torture her.
I already know it’s what she needs, but my girl doesn’t want me to give it to her easily.
I take another slick of icing, and using my thumbs to spread her pussy wide, I paint either side of her lips with it before licking a trail over her with the flat of my tongue. I groan as she goes fucking animalistic, gripping my hair so tightly it hurts.
“Ash … I need …” Olivia moans and the sound courses through me as I lap up the icing and move on to her soaking cunt. Fucking unreal.
Her soft, warm thighs hug my face, and I can’t hold on to her anymore.
“We both need things, Olivia.” I flick my tongue over her clit. “You need my tongue, and I need my fucking dessert.”
I groan as I devour her, curving my arm around her hips and pulling her down closer to my face, holding her in place as I let myself feast on her pussy.
Her hands grip the counter and her legs begin to shake, so I push my tongue deeper.
Olivia cries out, not a care in the world, as she grinds down on my tongue.
“Christ, you’re fucking beautiful riding my face, Liv. Now, come for me, baby …”
“Fuck, Asher!” she cries out as she falls apart, every part of her trembling. But I don’t let up as I lap up every drop of sweetness she offers me until she’s no longer rocking but boneless in my arms, running her fingers through my hair.
I kiss my way up her skin until I’m standing, her hot naked body pressed against my bare chest as I stroke her back through her waves.
“Didn’t know … you were so hungry,” Olivia says breathlessly, her lips curving up into a coy little smile.
“When it comes to you Liv? Motherfucking starving.”
I seal my mouth to hers, my tongue dipping between her lips as she lets out a soft whimper. Fuck, I could devour these lips all day, every day. Because Olivia’s lips are pure and good and I want to kiss them like the sinner I am, begging for her to save me even when it’s the last thing I deserve.
“You’re way too good at that, by the way,” she whispers. “It’s something a woman could get used to quickly.”
“I told you. Whatever you need from me, mama, I’m here.”
“So chivalrous, Daddy. ” She grins in a way that has my cock aching for her. “Maybe I should get on my knees for you now?”
Well, fuck, I have no idea why the hell it affects me so much when she calls me Daddy. It’s fucking raw and dirty and instantly makes my cock stand to attention as she drops onto the soft mat in front of my island, looking up at me, icing stuck to her thick red waves, lips swollen from kissing me.
Olivia gives me the same sort of rush of adrenaline that fighting fires does. The feeling that I’m freefalling, risking everything with no net. She runs a hand over my cock, a question in her eyes that I’ll never be ready to stop answering.
“Take my cock out, Liv,” I command.
She doesn’t hesitate, and the dirty side of her I crave takes over as she shimmies my sweats and boxers down while I sit back and watch.
My solid cock bobs free, slapping against my stomach.
Her eyes heat as she takes me into her soft hand and runs a finger down my shaft.
I slide my thumb down to her bottom lip, holding it open.
Her tongue moves on instinct and her big blue eyes widen through her lashes. The sight pushes me over the edge.
“Open,” I say as I tap the head of my cock against her mouth.
She slips her tongue out to lick the barbell under the crown of my dick.
My eyes threaten to roll back but I hold my gaze steady as I let her toy with me for a beat, trying to control myself when all I want to do is fuck the back of her throat.
I pull the clip from her hair and it tumbles down around her shoulders. Her tongue continues its swirl over my piercing.
“You’re so pretty on your knees for me. Now suck. ”
Olivia doesn’t wait—so eager to please—hollowing out her cheeks and sucking me in deep.
I look down at her, noticing the way she squeezes her thighs together, and grin.
So fucking ready. Gripping her hair, I take over.
I don’t take it easy and thrust deeply into her mouth; the back of her throat feels like my own personal heaven.
Sliding my thumb down her jaw, I pull it open as wide as I can and she accommodates like the good girl she is.
“Look at you, taking me so well, your mouth was made for this cock.”
I have no idea how long I fuck her throat.
I’m lost as I continue to pull myself out slowly then push back in, just to relive the feeling as if it’s the first time.
I fight to last even one more second as she moans around me.
Every dirty thought I’ve had of her since the first moment I lost myself to her rises to the surface as I take in the mix of fear and want in her eyes.
I know how I must look right now above her, unrelenting, half mad with lust. I pull back, stroking my cock over her face.
“Squeeze those tits together for me, kitten, so I can cover them in my cum.”
Olivia smiles up at me so sweetly, so innocently, as she pushes her aching breasts together. Goddamn this view.
Just when I think I can’t take anything more, she smirks as I give another tug. “Ready for you, Daddy. ”
“Jesus, woman …” I roar as I erupt, painting her tits and her slender, bitable neck with my cum.
I’ve never seen any thing this enticing in my fucking life as my cock jerks in my hand.
Not being able to fuck Olivia is gonna be the goddamn death of me.
I lift her up and place her back on the counter, pressing into her as my lips gently come down on hers.
“I don’t think I’m ever going to look at baking the same again.”
“Funny” I answer. “I was just thinking how much I like baking.”
She’s laughing as I grab a warm cloth to clean her up.
Music plays on the TV as the credits to her movie roll, and the sky outside is an inky black.
I have no idea where the animals are. Everything is a mess—so at odds with my normal sense of order—but my house feels lived in.
Leaning in to kiss her plush lips once more, my phone starts buzzing on the counter.
I groan as I pull away, because I know if my phone’s ringing at ten-thirty at night, there’s a reason.
My thoughts are confirmed when I answer the call. Franklinville is burning, and they need me.