Chapter Thirty-Nine
Asher
I’ve never been one to unwrap presents carefully. The few Christmases that I spent with my family, I’d tear apart gift paper and boxes to reach my prize—whether it be a Lego set, clothes, or any of the other dozen things that made it onto my list for Santa.
Victoria is different. She’s the most priceless gift I’ve ever had the pleasure of unwrapping, so I take care not to rip her dress—though my impatience to get her naked does end up straining the zipper.
“Do you have any idea…” I lick over her nape, soothing the sting of my bite. “Any fucking idea how often I’ve fantasized about this?”
Her slim frame trembles, and a small moan leaves her lips. I’m so attuned to her body right now, I can sense each frantic thrum of her pulse, each shiver that wracks through her, each noise she traps in her throat.
I crave her with a desperation that I’ve never felt before. I need to get inside her soon, or I’m going to lose my mind and fall on her like a feral beast.
But I’m going to do this the right way. The way that’ll get her as addicted to me as I am to her, and keep her coming back for seconds, thirds, and fourths.
Competitiveness and a frenzied desire to never let her leave this bed fuel me to make this night the best of her life.
Her admission that she has limited experience will work in my favor, as will my drive to cement myself as the only man she’ll ever want to be with again.
I push her dress down over her waist and her hips. She’s not wearing a bra—one less clothing item for me to try not to rip. But when I see the thong covering the luscious curve of her ass, made of ultrathin lace, my vision goes hazy at the edges.
Her skin is a canvas of smooth, pale cream. There are odd scars and blemishes here and there, but they enhance the beauty instead of detracting from it.
I have to stop and inhale a few deep breaths. A beast is rumbling awake deep within me, rubbing his hands together in preparation for a delicious meal, but I have to keep him caged. If I scare Victoria off, I don’t know what I’ll do with myself.
She casts a glance over her shoulders, eyes shadowed with doubt. That’s when I realize I’ve spent thirty seconds staring at her motionlessly, trying to calibrate the fact that she’s real and she’s here. She’s also very fucking mine.
By the end of the night, neither of us will doubt that fact.
“Am I… okay?”
Fuck, I still haven’t said anything, and her ridiculous insecurities are creeping in.
“Okay is one way to put it.” My voice is low and rough. “The most stunning creature I’ve ever seen is more accurate.”
The doubt melts from her expression, and her eyes widen when I wrench her dress all the way off her. I cup her pussy in one hand, hissing out a breath when her juices slick my palm. She’s dripping through her thin fucking panties, and holy fuck, how am I supposed to control myself?
Her head falls back and her hands twist into the sheets with a moan.
She’s so hot, so needy, so impossible to resist. I can’t help myself; I wrench her panties off with a vicious tug, reveling in her shocked cry.
The lace falls apart like gossamer in my hands, and I toss the remnants over my shoulder.
One of my hands twists into her silky hair, wrapping it around my fist twice and gently pulling her head back. My fingers glide a leisurely path through her dripping folds, and I grit my teeth. Control, control, control.
Fuck control. I was a goner from the moment she stood up to me on the paddock. There’s no goddamn way I’m going to keep a handle on myself now.
“So fucking wet,” I mutter. “What has you so worked up, Victoria?” I rub a slow, languid circle over her clit. Her ensuing whimper goes straight to my cock.
I tug her hair. “I asked you a question.”
“You,” she breathes out.
“Obviously,” I drawl. “What about me? The fact that you know you’re about to get fucked within an inch of your life?” I tug her hair. “The pain here?” I slide a single digit into her tight as fuck entrance. “Or the pleasure down…here?”
“Oh, God,” she moans. “Asher, I… I can’t—”
“Not yet.” I ease my fingers out of her and slowly flip her onto her back, straddling her. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly, her hard little nipples practically calling to me for a taste.
I have no power to resist. I wrap one hand around Victoria’s throat, just a gentle touch, and she moans again.
This woman is going to be the death of me.
My free hand returns to stroking her pussy, soft and slow, while my head dips to her chest. My tongue licks a trail across the curve of her breast, before I fasten my lips over the pebbled peak of her nipple.
Firm, needy, delicious.
And Victoria is so fucking responsive. Her hands wind into my hair, nails scraping against my scalp.
I feel the long, drawn out moan emanating from her chest as much as I hear it.
My cock pulses in response, dribbling precum like a faulty tap.
If I don’t get inside her soon, I might actually die from desire.
I suck hard on her nipple, and she tugs my hair. Her hips thrust upward, seeking, silently begging. I slide my finger back inside her. I’m aching to feel that silky heat wrapped around my cock. I have to feel her come undone around me—I might die if I don’t.
“Asher, please,” she moans when I switch nipples. “Please!”
“What do you want, sweetheart?” I wrap my hand around her throat.
“Please fuck me,” she says, unveiled need staining every syllable.
I shake my head. “I’m not ready yet.” I’m more than ready, but I want to taste her first. I have to taste her first.
I trail wet kisses down her navel until I’m face-level with her pussy.
A neat triangle of hair frames her slit.
I pull my finger out of her and spread her folds with my thumbs, greedily gazing at my meal before I indulge.
Her scent is feminine and intoxicating, and her desire is so potent I’m already drunk on it.
My cock thickens to dangerous levels, until I’m almost at risk of coming in my pants.
When I feel the telling tingle at the base of my spine, warning me to take a cold shower or embarrass myself, I think fuck it.
Nothing could pull me away from this right now—not a train crashing into my apartment or even a nuclear fucking bomb.
My first taste of Victoria’s nectar delivers a stronger high than anything I’ve ever felt before. Her musky, slightly sweet taste bursts on my tongue and coats my tastebuds, and any semblance of control I was holding fast to shreds into ribbons.
I fall on her like the starved man I am, spearing my tongue inside her. Her cries, arches, and pleas echo through the room, her taste and scent fill my senses, and her ragged begs and moans spur me to eat until my plate is clean.
I press my thumb to her clit, and she sobs. I rub a finger over her other hole down below, circling it, and her trembles intensify into full-body shivers.
I have to prepare her. If I don’t, the next part might hurt. I might assume she were a virgin if she didn’t mention other partners; she’s that fucking tight.
I replace my tongue with one finger, then two, stretching her channel and gritting my teeth. My lips fix around her clit and suckle gently at the same time my fingers reach up to tweak her nipple.
That’s all it takes. She comes with full-body convulsions that rattle the mattress, releasing a loud cry of almost painful pleasure.
At the same time, any control I had over my own body melts away. My tingling spine is the only warning I get before I erupt in my pants like a goddamn kid who just discovered PornHub.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
My hips instinctively grind against the bed, while my mind fills with images of how hard I’ll be fucking her tight cunt in a few minutes. We ride out our orgasms together—her screaming, me groaning—until all that’s left are slight shivers and aftershocks.
“That,” she breathes, “Was the best orgasm of my life.”
“Same,” I admit, almost begrudgingly.
She lifts herself onto her elbows and looks down at me, eyes wide with surprise. “What?”
“You heard me.” My jaw ticks.
“You—”
“Yes.”
“Just now? In your pants?”
“Yes,” I snarl.
“Oh my God.” Her lips part. “That is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard or imagined.” She swallows hard. “Can I… clean you up?”
“I’ll hop in the shower before—”
“Not like that.” She slowly sits up, planting her hands on my chest. One hand travels lower to my pants, pressing against my groin. God help me, I nearly come again.
I gaze down at her, shocked. “Yes.”
Her fingers are dainty but deft as they unbutton my slacks and push them down, alongside my damp boxers. I help her get them all the way down, kicking them carelessly to the floor, then let her guide me until I’m lying flat on the bed.
“I’ve…” she bites her lip. “Never done this before.”
Fuck. Now I’m hard again and imagining all the other things she’s never done that I’ll gladly introduce her to.
“If I’m doing it wrong—”
“Sweetheart, there’s no right or wrong. If all you do is keep staring at my cock like that, it’ll be better than my fantasies.”
I don’t realize how true the words are until they slip out.
I’ve had many late-night fantasies about Victoria, for longer than I’d care to admit.
I’ve laid in this bed and stroked myself off to images of her with me, but none of those orgasms were half as satisfactory as coming in my pants like a moron just now.
She swipes her finger up the the side of my shaft and sucks it into her mouth. She gives a low moan. "I like the way you taste."
Holy fuck, this woman is a dream come true.
She wraps her fingers around my base and gives me a squeeze. I hiss out a breath, sliding one hand into her hair and twisting the other in the bed sheets. I’m already getting hard again, after coming so forcefully I nearly passed out.
“You’re really big.” She gazes at my cock with wide eyes and licks her lips.
“I’ll make it fit,” I say gruffly. “Promise.”
Her eyes flutter. She leans forward and licks at my thigh, where I've made a mess.
A groan gets trapped in my throat, then bursts out when she drags her tongue along the underside of my shaft, and makes a little moan in the back of her throat.
Prickles of pleasure erupt over my skin, little sparks of electricity, and I get so hard it fucking hurts.
If she keeps this up for long, I’m going to come again.
Unacceptable. Not before I’m inside her.
Her lips engulf the head of my cock, and my vision goes white. I grit my teeth, and don’t realize I’ve tightened my hand in her hair until she whimpers.
I ease off immediately and rub her scalp. “Sorry.”
She pulls back. “Don’t be. I kind of liked that.
” And then her warm, hot lips are around me, driving me half out of my mind.
She works me deeper into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat—then she pulls back with a slight cough, only to go back at it again.
I watch her, caught in a trance of pleasure so visceral it threatens to consume me alive.
She fists the base of my cock again when I tug her down, sliding more of my length inside that insanely sexy mouth.
“Touch yourself,” I groan.
She obeys immediately, sliding a hand between her thighs. Her moan vibrates through my cock and fuck—
“Enough,” I manage to rasp, pulling her off. “Give me a taste.”
She obediently raises her hand, eyes growing hooded when I suck them into my mouth, groaning at the taste of her. “Good girl,” I murmur, kissing her wrist. “I need to be inside you, sweetheart.”
“Please,” she whimpers. “Please, Asher—”
“I know.” I feel the insatiable, roaring need too. We’ve both already come tonight, but it hasn’t satisfied, only stoked us even higher.
I lay her down on the bed, grip her creamy thighs, and slowly push them open. Her pink, glistening center greets me, and Victoria stares up at me with wide eyes, a heaving chest, and the most intense please fuck me expression I’ve ever seen.
I’ve been with models, socialites, and even a princess. None of them have ever come close to affecting me the way Victoria does. I need to be inside her like I need air, water, and sunlight.
My hands curl around the backs of her thighs. “Are you flexible, sweetheart?”
Her brows furrow. “Uh…”
“We’re about to work on stretching you out.” I pin her knees to her shoulders and slide in with one smooth, hard stroke.
Blazing, throbbing heat and resistance greets me. I set my jaw and dig my nails into her thighs, pushing farther and farther, until I’m so deep inside her I don’t know where she ends and I begin.
It’s perfection. It’s a revelation. I think I might die if I lose this.
Her eyes meet mine, swimming with drops of pain drowning in a sea of pleasure. I gentle one of her legs down, wrapping it around my waist, and then the other. One of my hands braces beside her head, while the other brushes over her cheek. Her head rises, lips seeking mine, and I kiss her.
It’s a different kiss than any other we’ve shared, like the heartbeat following enlightenment. Sacred, gentle, but deeply passionate nevertheless. Our tongues twine as I slide out of her, and her legs tighten, pulling me back in.
I chuckle. “Greedy girl. Don’t worry, Victoria. I’m not going anywhere until you’re unable to walk.”
She cups my jaw and whispers, “You promised to ruin me.”
I feel a vicious smile slash my face. “Sweetheart, it would be my fucking pleasure.”