“If only I met you first.” His voice breaks on the confession, causing me to hesitate.
He claims my mouth. With each drive of his hips, my head collides with the couch. In this moment, the world narrows to just us.
His lips never leave mine, one arm locked around my back like he’s afraid I’m going to disappear.
In one fluid motion, he pulls me back up until I'm straddling him. He leans back, eyes darting behind me every few seconds.
“Harder,” he commands, voice thick with need.
His fingers dig into my ass hard enough to leave marks I'll feel tomorrow. I groan, falling forward against his chest and picking up my pace. His cock stretches me full, hitting deep as he drives up from underneath. Every thrust knocks the air from my lungs.
My muscles lock, breath catching as heat coils low and violent in my belly, dragging me toward that edge again.
His hand wraps around my throat, controlling my rhythm as he guides me up and down.
I break apart. The orgasm tears through me, violent, merciless, and I'm screaming into the granite while my pussy clenches around his cock in desperate, rhythmic pulses. My thighs shake so hard I can barely hold position as he slows, grinding deep through each aftershock while his cock throbs and empties inside me, hot spurts of cum marking me from the inside out with every final thrust.
I'm flipped again, ass high, face down, tasting blood where I've bitten my tongue.
Fingers slide beneath silk like he's playing an instrument he knows by heart, but my muscles lock at the memory. The one I've buried so fucking deep it takes touch to resurrect it.
Without a word, his mouth finds my inner thigh. Hot. Wet. Deliberate.
His palm cracks against my ass. “Grab your ankles.”
“What—”
“—ankles, Ivy.”
I obey. I've fucked enough men to know what experience looks like. I don't blush at mirrors or flinch from my own reflection, but right now, bent in half with my cunt dripping his cum down my thighs, I'm flayed open. Not the nakedness. Him. The way he sees through skin to the marrow beneath.
Kicking my legs wide, the thick head of his cock drags through my soaked folds from behind. Teasing. The wet slide of him against my entrance makes my thighs shake, makes me want to slam back and impale myself on every brutal inch just to kill this hollow ache.
As if I needed reminding that so long as he's around, I'll never feel empty inside.
The drive of his hips has me collapsing forward, and I fist the side table as he hammers into me. My pussy clenches around his cock, insides liquefying as his palm brands the hollow of my back, each finger a point of electric contact that shoots straight to my clit.
Barely catching my breath or the slaughter of his wrath, I choke. “I can’t–Asher, I’m gonna–” Pleasure detonates through my body, fatigue dragging me under. My body howls for him, to wear his violence like a brand that screams who owns me.
To remind everyone who I belong to.
“Yeah, you can. How's that cock feel splitting you open, hmmm?” he coos, his hips grinding deep and deliberate now, his palm skating up my ribs until his fingers graze the underside of my breast—a promise, a threat, everything I need him to take.
“Real good,” I moan, chewing on my bottom lip. I’ve never, ever been vocal in bed.
“Real good, huh?” Asher growls, thrusting hard until my ass claps against his hips. “How good?”
“The best,” I breathe through a smirk, my orgasm coiling tight in my core, ready to detonate. “Mine.”
His cock twitches inside me at the word, every muscle in his body going rigid beneath me, but I don't care because I'm there, right fucking there, and this one's going to destroy me. The pressure builds too sharp, climbs too high, stretches too long—my pussy clenching around him like I'm trying to break us both.
“Fuck.” The word tears from my throat as I shatter, every nerve ending firing at once, my spine bowing as pleasure rips through me.
He collapses backward against the couch, his cock pulsing deep as he empties himself inside me, and his teeth find the tender spot between my shoulder blades—not gentle, never gentle—marking me as his hips jerk up one final time, grinding out every last second of his release.
We stay locked together, my thighs still trembling against his hips, his cock staying hard inside me while neither of us moves to separate.
His chest expands beneath me, each breath slower than the last until his heartbeat steadies under my cheek.
