9. Chapter
Samantha
A sher's head is between my legs.
Asher's. Head.
Between.
My fucking.
Legs.
I'm trying desperately to focus on the game, but what am I supposed to do when he leans in and puts that wet, hot mouth right over the very center of my desire?
Fuck.
He's doing everything he promised.
My clit has never been so loved, as he licks and nips and sucks on it, urging that aching bud into so much feeling that I want to explode.
His tongue thrusts into my pussy and my eyes want to cross, but I have to focus.
One more kill.
I need only one more kill.
I run through the building like a madwoman, shotgun in hand. There are no people. We're at endgame; there's only a few of us left, and we're all hiding from each other.
I only know the location of the sniper who'd tried to kill me.
Asher's mouth keeps sucking and nibbling, and he adds fingers into the mix, sliding one, then two, deep into my pussy.
He curves them and rubs against that soft spot right there , and I fight against the explosion that my body craves.
I can't.
If I orgasm now, I'm not going to get that last kill.
I'm not risking that. I need his fucking cock inside of me. No more teasing. When he pulled it out and rubbed the length of it right over me, teasing me with all that hard heat, and not delivering?
Yeah.
I can't do that.
I want the real thing.
I want him inside of me, pounding into me. Tearing me apart.
"One more," he whispers against my clit, and I whimper.
A treasure chest gives me my golden opportunity.
A fucking rocket launcher.
I can practically hear the angels singing hallelujah.
His teeth close on my clit and I jolt as I equip the weapon of all weapons.
I might suck at this game, but there's one thing I'm good at.
I love blowing shit up.
I head for a window facing the building that fucking sniper is in, and I wait, as Asher continues to do devious, naughty, dark things between my thighs.
God, I can't pay attention.
I can't think
He pistons his fingers inside of me and I shriek, almost dropping the controller. "Come for me, bunny. Come all over my fingers."
I can't.
I can't .
I'm so fucking close.
"Wait, Asher—"
But he's not listening, curling those treacherous fingers inside me to slam into that sweet spot over.
And over.
And fucking over.
The sniper's head pops out over the railing and I aim.
And fire.
My controller falls to the ground as words float at the bottom of the screen.
You have eliminated SniperKing42069.
Asher's fingers slam into me one more time.
And my entire body, coiled up in a desperate attempt to fight off desire, explodes.
It's a loud, screaming orgasm as my inner walls flutter against his fingers. Something gushes out in a release so extreme that my body comes off the couch with the force of it, and I can hear his voice rumbling in a low growl against my pussy.
"That's a good girl. What a good fucking bunny. What a gorgeous little pussy you have. Keep squirting for me, bunny."
I writhe beneath his lips and fingers, and he continues to praise me in that devil's voice of his, before he leans up to kiss me.
It's a hard, brutal, bruising kiss, and I can taste the very essence of me on his lips.
The thought of that might have grossed me out before tonight. Right now? It just makes everything down there throb in renewed desire.
I slide my legs open a little wider, in silent invitation. Asher chuckles darkly against my mouth before kissing me again.
And again.
I can feel his cock rubbing against my entrance, but no matter how much I wiggle or angle my hips, he won't let his cock slide inside of me.
Frustration mounts.
"Asher, please ."
"Not yet, bunny." He bites my lip, before tossing me to the side of the couch, over the arm of it. My ass is up in the air, and I can feel him settling between my legs.
I look over my shoulder, and he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks it back.
The pain sends a dark, aching throb straight to my pussy.
"This isn't going to be gentle," he warns, even as I can feel his cock rubbing against the core of me.
I lean back, but he does too. I sob in frustration. "Asher. Please! I need you."
"Do you need my cock, bunny?"
" Yes. "
"How do you ask for it?"
His hand comes down onto my ass with a sudden slap that has me jolting in pleasure.
"Please, Asher. Please, give me your cock."
"Well, when the lady asks so nicely…"
I can feel it again, hot and hard and huge against me.
It slides in, just a little, and the stretch burns.
I moan. " Please. "
This time, when I try to slam my hips back, he meets me.
It's one smooth, hard thrust, and I scream.
There's pain. Oh, yeah, there's pain. I'm not quite ready for the stretch his cock requires.
But it feels so, so fucking good.
So.
Fucking.
Good.
And he doesn't even give me a chance to adjust.
He slides right out and then slams in again, yanking my head back by the hair wrapped around his fist.
"Scream for me, bunny."
I do.
I really fucking do.
Every time his cock slams home, I scream.
The pain is gone. The stretch has happened. It's all pleasure as he hits deep inside.
If he'd told me to be quiet, I'd never be able to obey. Each thrust comes with a scream from me, and his approving grunts send desire straight into my clit every time.
"So fucking loud," he says, slamming his hips against my ass.
I nearly choke on my scream. "I can't help it."
"Good." He groans, setting a brutal pace that has my entire body coiled up and tensing. "You love my cock, don't you, bunny? You worked hard for this, didn't you? Worked hard so I could fuck you like this?"
"Yes," I gasp, using the arm of the couch as leverage to push my hips back against each thrust.
Every so often he slaps my ass, and I wish he'd do it a little harder.
I never realized I could be like this, and I kind of like it.
A lot.
He's so fucking deep, I don't think I can ever have sex with anyone else again. Not if they can't hit this spot inside of me like he does.
" Come for me, bunny." His order is so rough in that sexy voice of his that I don't even think. My body explodes on his demand, and his control disappears as he slams into my body in a frenzied pace.
The loss of control has me shattering into a thousand tiny pieces, even as he spills every bit of seed into me with a long, low growl.
If I wasn't on the pill, there's no way I wouldn't be pregnant right now. His growl alone would have gotten me there.
"Fuck," he breathes against the back of my neck, his breath coming in shallow gasps.
"Fuck," I agree.
What else can I say?
My world has been shattered.
It's like being introduced to the thirty-one flavors of Baskin Robbins after a lifetime of vanilla.