Chapter 18 #2
“I told you I’d move. I never said which direction I’d go though.” I lick my lips, spread her thighs, and then press my nose straight into her thong-covered cunt.
“Jesus!” she cries out, her hand ripping at my hair, her back arching. “Asher. No.”
“Yes. Please let me do this. Please.” I pull her panties aside and blow cool air on her.
She squeals this time, ripping harder at my hair, but now she’s not telling me to stop, and she’s not pushing me away.
She won’t now that I said please. It’s her kryptonite.
A spell I cast that lures her in and weaves her under my control.
But more than that, she wants this. She just doesn’t know how to ask for it or accept it.
She’s wet. So very wet. And smells like fucking heaven. I haven’t gotten a good look at her pussy yet, and now in the dark, I’m not getting the best view either, even as I toss the blankets off my back. That’ll have to wait for another time.
She told me no one has ever had her sit on their face before, but I have to wonder… “Has anyone ever licked your pussy before, sweetheart?”
“Asher, I—”
I gently smack her clit, and she whimpers. My rough, stubble-lined cheek grazes the soft flesh of her inner thigh. “Answer me, Wynter. Has anyone ever eaten out your pussy before?”
Her eyes cinch tight. “No.”
Fucking hell.
“I’m about to change that right now, unless you tell me no again.”
No sound. She’s hardly even breathing, but I smile like the wicked devil she makes me.
“I’m going to give you so many firsts, my queen, you won’t be able to keep up.”
Balling the thin material of her thong up in my fist, I tear it off and then shove my tongue straight inside her. She cries out, startled almost, her hand held firm in my hair as if she’s unsure what to do now that we’re in this position.
I solve the dilemma for her. I show her exactly what we’re going to do as I start to fuck her pussy with my tongue. Wild. Unhinged. Positively feral. This woman is mine and with every lick, every touch, and every kiss, I will make her even more so. She will be branded to me, body and soul.
At that thought, a blazing flame crackles and scorches my skin.
Because I realize I am branded to her too. Possibly forever. And instead of terrifying me, it awakens me, transforming my purpose. I’m hers. Her man. Her lover. Her protector. The father of her child.
My breathing loses rhythm as I circle her opening with my tongue before flattening it and sliding up to her clit.
My hunger is a raw, palpable beast. My fingers dig into her thighs, holding her open for me as wide as she can go.
I flick her clit with my tongue, swirl around it, and then suck it between my lips.
She moans, rocking into me, her hips uncoordinated as she moves against my face, fucking me as I fuck her. Two fingers slide inside her, pumping in and out as my lips and tongue continue to play with her swollen nub. A hoarse growl slips past my lungs, vibrating into her.
“You taste so good.”
I pull my fingers from her pussy and slide them into my mouth before thrusting them back inside her.
Her hips jerk as my tongue joins them, pushing in as they drag out, and I repeat that motion over and over.
Swirling my tongue only to pump straight in as deep as they’ll go.
My hands are big, and my fingers are thick, and she feels every inch of me, only it’s not compared to what I plan to give her after I make her come on my face.
I slide my fingers out and use my thumb to play with her clit, shifting her body so I can bury my face in deeper.
With my tongue inside her as far as it will go, I flick it against her walls and her hips shoot up.
She grips my hair tighter, angling up, wanting me to go even deeper.
It’s wet. And fun. And I can’t get enough as I eat at her like I might never get the chance again.
“Holy fuck, Asher.”
I pull away, angling up to catch her eyes, even as hers are closed.
I use my finger to ring her entrance, playing with her.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl letting me eat your pussy like this.
Now, I’m going to reward you. Are you ready for it?
Are you ready for how messy I’m going to make both of us? ”
She likes my praise. I know she does. I saw it the first time in the dining room when I had my fingers in her. How no man has ever worshipped her before is beyond me, but it thrills me that I get to be the one to do it now. It has my possessiveness over her lashing out and fueling me on.
“Your pussy is mine, Wynter. I own the way you come. I give you pleasure. Me. No one else.” Fucking ever.
Her answer is immediate, her sounds unlike any I’ve heard from her before. They make my cock ache and drip, my hips canting into the bed, needing to rub and rut and feel friction. Needing to fuck—and to do it hard. She was tired of boring. Tired of vanilla.
I’m about to be her fairy godfucker and grant her every wish and desire.
My mouth covers her pussy as I suck and lick and devour her.
Her legs wrap around my head, holding me against her, her head back, denying me a view of her face.
She claws at my headboard, grinding against my movements, taking me in deeper, demanding I give it to her harder.
Her clit rubs against my face, her sounds growing louder and more urgent, and I decide I want to feel her clit pulse as she comes on my fingers.
My lips wrap around it, and I suck it hard into my mouth, gently using my teeth to scrape her, and she explodes.
Bucking and moaning and whimpering and swiveling her hips tighter against my lips.
Her pussy flutters around my fingers as I send her soaring.
I continue to lick her through her orgasm, my fingers still pumping in and out of her even as my pace slows.
I want to do this again. I want to eat her out to another orgasm, but I can tell she’s already sensitive as she squirms.
Her body sags, her grip on my neck slackens, and I raise my head, staring at the magnificent sight before me. Wynter’s eyes are closed, but there is the most breathtaking smile on her face. Her shirt is rucked up, revealing her smooth abdomen and the underside of one breast.
Breasts—much like her cunt—I haven’t seen yet.
“Give me your eyes, Wynter.”
She blinks her eyes open halfway, staring up at me as if she’s not quite sure what to do next. Stay or go. Fuck or flee. I solve her mental quandary for her. Once again, her serpent, her Hades.
“In my nightstand drawer, you’ll find a condom. Roll it on my cock and then ride me until you come at least two more times. And if I hear an ounce of protest from you, I’ll spank you. Am I understood?”