Chapter Eleven. Ember #2
I’m sure there are reasons I should say, “Hold on. This is too fast and will only complicate things between us.” Reasons like our convoluted past, the extortion masking as an engagement.
And those are just a few very good, very valid reasons.
But as he sucks on my bottom lip, then my chin, scraping his teeth over my jaw, nothing matters except him not stopping.
Except this searing, addictive pleasure that will chain me to him tighter than any contract.
Goddamn.
Who would’ve ever suspected Asad Prince could kiss like he was in love? Like he created it and sex in the first seven days of earth’s molding.
With a deep moan, I surrender to him. Don’t protest when he slightly bends, picks me up like I’m a size four instead of a fourteen on a good, pre-period day, and carries me to his bed. Asad stokes my arousal, my passion, with a humiliating ease.
And as he lays me down on the mattress, I shamelessly spread my thighs wider, wrap my legs around his waist, inviting him to press his weight on top of me.
Smother me with it. He accepts that silent invite and covers me, one hand planted near my ear and the other circling my neck, squeezing until I whimper from the constriction that should be frightening but instead sends a bolt of electricity, of excitement, straight to my clit.
Boldly, lewdly, I rub my pussy up and down the thick, wide length of his dick. Digging my nails into his back, I arch into the decadent caress, breath catching at the electric friction against my clit. Pleasure spirals out from every limb, every cell, and I twist under him, hungry, restless.
“Come on, ma. Wet my pussy up. Get her good and messy so I have something to clean up.”
Gotdamn, his mouth. It’s a sensory-overload switch, and blinking up into his molten-hot eyes and lust-roughened face, I press my head against the mattress and bow until my back no longer touches the bed, rolling my hips, grunting at the bump of his dick and glide of his thick length over pajama-covered pussy and clit.
Oh my God, I pant. I need a PowerPoint and three-page, double-spaced essay on why this is so fucking good.
Asad pushes off me, taking his beautiful, blessed dick with him.
I mewl an objection, but when he scoots backward to jerk my pajamas and panties down my legs, then pulls my top over my head, I quickly shut up.
This is only my second time completely bare with another person, and vestiges of modesty creep in, and my hands move of their own volition toward my breasts and pussy.
“Don’t make me tie you up, baby girl,” he warns, lightly popping my hands and shoving them away. “Give me a reason. Shit, I might do it anyway.” He leans down and without any warning sucks my nipple into the hot depths of his mouth, his tongue mercilessly lashing the tip.
“Fuck, that’s pretty,” he whispers, his gaze flicking upward to my face before returning to study his handiwork.
Cupping my other breast, he gives it the same treatment, working it over while his thumb rubs and circles my damp flesh.
When he lifts his head again, pride and lust stamps his features, curls his mouth with a brutal carnality.
“Yeah, so fucking pretty. Never doubt how beautiful you are, baby girl. No one compares to you like this.”
My pussy and heart clench at his growled words.
I lift an arm, skimming and, after a brief hesitation, cupping his face, sweeping my thumb over his cheekbone.
Under his gaze, I don’t doubt his praise, just crave more of it along with his special brand of pleasure.
Turning his head, he presses his sensual lips to my palm, then sinks his teeth into the heel, causing my belly to go concave.
“You gon’ let me eat, Ember?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer but shimmies down my body, trailing kisses over my belly, hip, and finally my inner thigh.
“I’m so hungry. I can still taste you from last night.
” He tongues the sensitive skin just above my mound, and I wiggle, widening my thighs, needing a hotter, dirtier touch.
“Oh yeah, ma. I’m taking that as a yes. Open wider.
” I spread my legs more. “Wider.” I open them until I can feel the strain in my muscles.
“So good, baby girl. I’m not leaving here until I’m full. ”
For a moment, he closes his eyes, and his deep inhale both embarrasses and turns me on.
There doesn’t seem to be anything that is too far, too much for Asad.
As if there’s nothing about my body, my pussy he doesn’t enjoy.
Since I’ve had to mostly build my own self-esteem and have my own emotional back, his expressions, his words, his obvious hunger …
they heal something in me I didn’t know was cracked and a little fractured.
It’s scary how much power I know I could so easily give him.
Terrifying.
His fingers tightening on my thighs drags my attention back to his breath tickling my bare folds. Wedging his shoulder under my thigh, he dives face-first into me.
Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.
Maybe I chant this aloud, or maybe it’s deafening in my head.
I can’t really understand the jumbled scream that escapes me, so it could go either way.
But when his tongue strokes through my bottom lips, coherent thought splits like a damn atom.
He laps at my clit, flicking it before returning to the heart of my pussy, and tongue fucks her.
I can feel the moisture seeping out of me, and he literally sips from my pussy, claiming each drop.
I writhe under him, scraping his shoulders and neck, surely leaving a stinging trail of marks that will decorate his skin tomorrow.
I buck under his mouth, in this moment, unsure if running or staying is the correct option.
If they are options. With a feral groan, Asad clamps firm fingers down on my hip, holding me in place while he plunges two fingers inside me.
Even though he broke me in last night, the fit is still tight, still a little uncomfortable.
But I’ll rip my own tongue out before telling him to stop.
My pussy says what I can’t, ordering him not to stop, to stay, with every squeeze and quiver around his fingers.
Maybe he’s bilingual in pussy speak because he obeys the demand, going harder, plunging deeper as his tongue coils around my clit.
I shake my head back and forth, losing my senses, a veil of black closing in on me.
And still he doesn’t let up. He alternates between long, decadent sweeps over my flesh to almost punishing thrusts to my core.
Twisting his wrist, he corkscrews his fingers high into my pussy, treating her to grinding thrust after thrust, his knuckles smacking my swollen lips and creating a lascivious soundtrack for our fucking.
My muscles quiver, stomach clenches, and without warning, spasms erupt inside me, catching me by surprise.
My cry rips free, and I surrender to the cataclysmic pleasure tearing me apart.
“You were created to nut for me,” Asad rasps, giving my pussy one last lick before pulling free and rolling off the bed.
Within seconds, he strips naked, and I stare, in awe, at his beautiful, big body. Wide chest and shoulders, ridged abdomen, powerful thighs, and even pretty feet. And that dick. A work of art. I worshipped it earlier today, and it’s worthy of every praise.
Like a sexy beast, Asad crawls back on the bed, hair slightly fuzzy, beard messy with my juice, and mouth glistening.
His muscles contract with every movement, and he’s the epitome of sexuality and grace.
In this moment, I’m jealous of every woman who’s been able to see him like this.
I want to hunt them down, and removing their eyes wouldn’t be enough.
Only a lobotomy would do so they forget the pleasure he’s brought them, the rough silk of his touch, the possessive brand of his dick.
I’m sick, a little depraved. And this is what his dick has rendered me to.
“I need inside you, ma,” he murmurs, not asking but telling me.
I still nod and reach for him, welcoming him with spread arms and legs.
He crawls up my body, covering me. Cupping the nape of my neck, he lowers his head and captures my mouth.
Wet, feverish, needy. I taste myself on his tongue, and instead of recoiling from the fresh yet musky flavor, I angle my head and thrust my tongue deeper, lapping at his lips, beard, craving more of us in my mouth.
Gripping my waist, he steadies me, then with a sensual roll of his hips, he buries his length deep in my pussy. Like the first time we did this, he has to put in work to get inside me.
“You know what I need, ma,” he breathes against my mouth, his hooded eyes hot, fevered. “Let me in. You did it last night. Take this dick like a big girl. Like a mu’fuckin’ queen.”