CHAPTER 47 #2
Asher looks down, positioning himself against me.
His cock slides through my soaked pussy, and the feel of the metal barbell against me makes goosebumps erupt all over my skin.
He grows even harder beneath me—his dick leaking precum—before he lifts me mercifully, beginning to push that first few inches in so slowly I think I might die.
“Hands on the glass, Liv,” he orders. “I want to watch these perfect tits bounce.”
I do as he says, reaching out for the glass behind him.
We both groan when he pushes a little deeper, and I watch as he takes his lip between his teeth, squeezing my hips so damn tight my pussy clenches around him.
Everything is heightened as I continue to sink onto him and fiery tingles race up my spine.
Asher makes it only about halfway before he all but roars into my lips, and the sound is like a shot straight to my core.
“ Fuuuck, I missed you, baby …”
I don’t know what this is, or how to control it, but for once I don’t try to. I don’t think at all. I just let go of my fears and worries and speak from my heart.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I whisper as he holds me tight and I see my hands leave prints on the glass. “Let me move, Asher … please.”
That last word leaves my lips like a plea and soon he’s giving in, thrusting slow and deep inside of me.
Our breathing accelerates and we both sigh in satisfaction as he pulls out halfway, then pushes back in, all the while squeezing my flesh to hold me steady as his abs and arms flex and he watches where we connect.
“Fuck …” He breathes out as he pushes deeper. “You take me so well … this perfect body begging, sucking me in so deep. So beautiful Livi girl.”
Water streams over us, and the tiled bench bites into my knees as I lean forward for a scorching kiss.
He pushes deeply into me again and my thighs grip his as my pussy clenches around his size.
After three months, everything feels brand-new.
We both huff out a breath as he fills me to the hilt, and it’s in this moment that I realize I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
I mewl into him as another thread of control snaps while we still, both of us just existing from this moment to the next.
“Now …” He grazes his scarred thumbs over my hips, then reaches up to pinch my nipple just enough to make me whimper. “Fuck me like you own me, Liv. Fuck me like I’m yours.”
“Yes, sir …” I whisper into his lips as I rest my forearms on his shoulders, sliding up then back down, moving faster, taking him deeper, my submission fueling him as he groans.
His eyes are unhinged as he moves with me, fighting his own need for control. We set a deep, delicious pace, and I fucking love this side of him, the side that only I get to see. I want to push him like this forever. To watch him become wild, out of control, and utterly lost in his desire.
“That’s it, baby. I want to feel your pretty pussy fight to take all of me.”
Asher thrusts his hips, taking me as deep as he can. I whimper as he forces himself to fit, and the pain is bliss.
“You’re gonna use me now, kitten.” His voice is a warning. “Do you understand?”
“Yes …” I say as heat coils in my core as he reaches up and grazes my cheek with his thumb.
“I’m gonna give you everything, I see you pretty girl …”
My eyes flutter open to study his; they’re maniacal and lust-crazed but it’s like he’s seeing my soul the way no one has before.
“You want rough. ” He pinches my clit between us, hard, and I almost come all over him on the spot. “You want me to claim this tight little pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes … please!”
He times his thrusting hips perfectly with mine, watching the way he fucks into me.
“Mmmm, yes … look at how pretty you are, taking my thick cock …” Thrust.
“… how you become the woman you were meant to be when you’re treated right.” Thrust.
“To remind you, I’ll still be dripping down these thighs when you wake up baby …” His hands tighten their grip at the top of my legs.
“Fuck yes … please!” I cry. “That’s what I want!”
“Aye, that’s just what my dirty little slut would want.”
With his next thrust he hits the spot inside me that makes me almost shatter.
“Christ …” he groans as I clench around him.
And then he takes over for me because I’m too far gone.
He works his hips with an expert pace, and I can’t keep up; each time he bottoms out, I lose a little more of myself to him.
His hand slides from my hip to my hair as he angles my face to meet his eyes.
He’s so big and overwhelming, I lose the ability to function as my orgasm begins to roll through me like a thunderous wave about to crash.
“Asher, I’m gonna come …” I moan out as I bury my face into the crook of his neck.
“Then come,” he orders with a deep growl. “Show me that I’m the only man who can fuck you into this desperate, whimpering mess.”
His depraved words are everything I’ve always needed as my legs tighten around him. And then I’m falling apart, coming so hard it’s like fireworks have ignited through my blood. I’m floating as my pussy tightens around him, and I’m crying out his name.
“ Ah fuck … Atta girl, Liv. You’re so fucking good to me, now I want to hear my name when I fill this pretty pussy, got that kitten?”
“Yes! Asher …” his movements grow slower and deeper as his hands grip my ass so damn hard.
I’m helpless to fight it, helpless to anything but his words, existing in the perfect way he fucks me.
Everything comes crashing down, but then the heat coils again as if I have no control over my own body and I cry his name out again.
“Olivia …” He groans my name like a prayer as he spills into me, wrenching another orgasm from me in the process. This feeling between us reaches out and grips me in an iron chokehold as we fall apart, together until all I feel is his warmth all around me, and inside me.
I wind my fingers through his dark hair, clinging to him as his movements slow and his breathing softens.
This feeling isn’t temporary and it has nothing to do with my hormones.
This feeling is terrifying. I’m falling in love with the father of my child, and I have no idea if he can ever truly be mine.