Chapter Eight. Asad #5
“Muthafucka, did you just nut?” She doesn’t reply, but the small aftershocks shaking her body like a leaf supply my answer.
Shit. Lust and the hot lick of possession roar inside of me, searing me from the inside out.
This is what I wanted. All these years of watching, waiting, this right here is what I wanted, hungered for.
Not just her coating those panties in that juice I need on my tongue.
But her desiring me. Her needing me. Her pussy hot to fuck me.
That’s what I wanted. And now that I have it, literally in my hand, I’m damn near feral and ain’t no turning back.
I chuckle and, dipping my head, clamp my teeth around the tendon running down the side of her throat. “You know you done fucked up, right?”
Snatching my hands from between her legs and from her neck, I grab her hand and haul her the few feet from the window to the desk.
Trapping her between my body and the furniture, I press my chest to her back, almost bending her over as I pick up the pen, slide our “contract” closer to us, and hurriedly scribble the item regarding our living arrangements to the bottom, along with—
“We’re fucking,” she reads the last condition. “Seriously?”
I sign the bottom of the paper and slap the pen down on top. “Sign it.”
When she’s slow to move, I pinch her chin and turn her head to the side so she can look at me.
My thumb skims over the sexy little dent in her chin before migrating north to her plump bottom lip, rubbing over it.
Her dark red lipstick stains my skin as I make a mess of hers.
I’m not gon’ lie. This might be the prettiest, the sexiest, I’ve ever seen her.
Freshly fucked.
I like this look on her.
Nah, I fucking love it.
“You brought this contract to me, making demands. I did my part,” I remind her.
“Now it’s time to do yours and see it through.
You knew who you were coming to with this.
You even knew I wouldn’t go for that engagement bullshit.
If I didn’t know better, I’d suspect you wanted me to press you into the marriage.
Why? So you can convince yourself later that you didn’t have a choice?
I mean, you don’t, but this way you can make yourself believe you tried and I’m the big bad in your story.
Again, you’re not wrong. Since you went to all this trouble, let me not disappoint.
” I pick up the pen off the desk, press it into her palm, and fist her fingers around it.
With my free hand, I cuff the back of her neck, applying slight pressure.
She initially resists me, body slightly stiffening.
But then her back bows, muscles loosening.
When she leans forward, I do as well and deliver a sloppy, nasty kiss to her nape, tonguing the flesh as I would that dick tease of a mouth. “Sign it, Ember,” I growl in her ear.
She hesitates, but when I push my large frame harder against her, grinding my dick against her ass, she bows her head … and signs the paper.
Like an atomic bomb detonates inside me, I explode into motion, sweeping the contract, pen, lamp, and other shit off the desktop. Spinning Ember around, I cup her small waist and hike her up in the air, then set her down on top of the furniture.
I wrap a hand around the front of her neck and don’t miss the shiver that races through her.
This is what I’m talking about. She just came from me just cupping that pussy and already she’s aroused again.
So fucking responsive. I dreamed of this, fantasized about how she would quiver at my touch, come apart under it.
If that beautiful brown skin would redden from me just dragging my tongue down her cheek. Now I know.
And now that I do? No one and no thing is safe.
Especially this pussy.
I’m wrecking it with my mouth, fingers, dick. By the time I’m finished, these walls will crumble at just the sound of my gotdamn voice because they recognize their owner.
“There’s no tapping out, Ember.” I lick a path up her throat, just above my palm, and drag it over to her ear because I need for her to hear every word.
“This is your one and only chance to tell me no, because after that, I’m punishing you for making me wait all this time, all these years.
So tell me now if you want to walk out of here. ”
Three seconds. That’s all I give her, but they’re the longest fucking three seconds of my life.
And in that short span of time, she shakes her head.
“No,” she whispers.
“No what, ma?” I nip her earlobe, suck it hard. “No what?”
“No, I’m not walking out of here.”
A damn near feral growl rolls out of me, and I crash my mouth to hers.
Her fresh, tangy flavor explodes in my mouth and I lap it up.
Suck it off her tongue, lick it off the roof of her mouth.
I’m loose, wild, and though a voice in the back of my head whispers to slow down, I can’t. Fuck that. I won’t. She better keep up.
“This ain’t gon’ be slow, baby girl,” I warn her, dropping my hands to the top of her pants. Within seconds, I have them unbuttoned and, hooking my fingers in the open flaps and the band of her panties, I roughly drag them down over her wide, sexy hips and down those thick, round, dimpled thighs.
Her gasp and soft “wait” force me to step back even though I just told her I wasn’t stopping. But I do. I pause for her. Grant her the opportunity I need—to get a hold of myself before I say fuck it and drive myself deep in those slick, tight walls.
Ember sits there on top of the desk, half-naked, blinking up at me as if a little lost. A hand lifts to her hair, then drops back to the top of her thigh as if she’s unsure what to do with herself.
The same hand flutters between her legs, attempting to hide my shit from me.
I didn’t think I could get any harder at that small, probably unintentional show of innocence. But shit, here we are.
“You good?” I rasp at her, my gaze dropping to that brown and pink bald pussy that glistens in the library’s weak light. “Move your hands.”
She hesitates, but then shifts them away, dropping them to either side of her legs. Swollen folds of the loveliest pussy I’ve ever seen are on display. Making my mouth water.
Gotdamn, I need a taste.
“What do you think you’re doing, carrying around that fat, pretty mu’fucka, Ember?
” Shrugging out of my jacket, I let it fall and go for the buttons on my shirt.
Impatient, I jerk at the sides and don’t even flinch at the sound of them hitting the floor.
My skin is hot, my body is burning, and I need air and all that thick juice decorating her bottom lips to rub over me.
“Fuck, baby girl.” I shake my head like a ravenous dog. “How can you be so beautiful? Don’t make no gotdamn sense,” I murmur to myself.
Approaching her, I grip the back of her neck, hold her still as I stroke my free hand up her thigh and cup that pussy, grind the heel of my palm against her clit.
She gasps again, arching tight and strong into me, pressing those gorgeous breasts into my chest. I need eyes and hands on those, too.
I’m going a little crazy, desperate. Suddenly wishing I had more mouths and hands on deck so I could multitask.
But just one dick. I don’t need more than one because I don’t like to share. I’m a jealous mu’fucka.
Her sticky heat coats my hand, flooding it. Unable to help myself, I lift it to my mouth and lick all that fresh, sweet essence clean. The unparalleled flavor bursts on my tongue, and in one hit, I’m hooked. I’m addicted.
“You gon’ let me eat this pussy?”
She gives me a fervent nod of her head, and that’s all I need.
Releasing her neck, I fall to my knees in front of her, and glancing up her trembling thighs, rounded belly, and still-clothed chest, I meet the nerves in those pretty eyes. Still, she props herself up on her palms, and I don’t even have to say “get those eyes on me.” They’re already there.
Trailing a burning path up her leg from her knee to the crease where her torso and thighs meet, I bow my head and dive into heaven. Into hell. Into mine.
Her sharp cry echoes in the room as I swirl my tongue around her clit, then place an almost chaste kiss on it. That juicy button of flesh flinches, swells, and a rumble rolls in my chest.
“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about. She knows me, ma.”
“Asad,” Ember whines, and I reward that pretty sound with a hard, long lick up her slit.
Ember screams, her ass clenching, lifting off the desk, and I hum my pleasure into her sex. Her body jerks, and I wrap my hands around her hips, holding her still.
“God, Asad, no. What? I don’t…” Words tumble from her in a frantic, frenzied free fall, and my dick jumps in my pants, demanding it have what my mouth enjoys. I’m fucking hurting, in pain from wanting to slide inside of her, to ease this ache that’s clawing at me, roaring at me.
Fuck her. Fuck her. Claim her. Mark her.
I’ve gone animalistic, and it ain’t shit I can do about it. But eat. And eat some more. Fire. With a groan that vibrates against her flesh, I taste, suck, and tongue her, leaving no inch of her unexplored. She writhes and twists, my puppet, my plaything.
My fucking everything.
Feverish cries punctuate the air, and I gently bite a fold, then suck on it hard. Fractured pleas caress my ears, and I rim her entrance with a fingertip. Then plunge a finger deep.
Her sex sucks at me, and damn, I knew she’d be tight, but this is almost ridiculous.
I manage to wedge in one, working her, loosening her.
Ember stiffens, her body going taut and not out of pleasure.
I know the difference. When I glance up, her eyes are squeezed shut, her eyebrows drawn tight in a pained frown.
“Relax, ma,” I urge. “Relax and let me in.”