My skirt was gone in a whisper of fabric. His shirt followed. It was a tussle of fabric and limbs until Asher's body was bare and mine lay spread open for him.
He pressed my knees wider and stroked himself as he looked down at me hungrily, then scooted back, lowering toward my valley.
He kissed the inside of one knee, then the other, working higher little by little.
When his mouth finally brushed the damp spot between my legs, I arched off the mattress.
“Stay still for Daddy,” he mumbled against me, and it made me clench involuntarily as his breath dusted my moisture. The first slow lick made me gasp.
The second had me clutching the cushions.
He took his time, tongue circling, teasing, learning every shiver until I was trembling and pleading.
“Please, Daddy—oh god?—”
He didn’t answer with words. He just pressed my thighs wider, pinned them open with his forearms, and sealed his mouth over my clit.
One long, deliberate suck and my hips tried to jerk, but he held me down hard.
“Daddy needs this tonight,” he rasped against me, voice muffled and vibrating straight through my core. “Need my baby to let go all over me.”
I whimpered at his use of the words "my baby" and tried not to lose control.
His tongue flattened on me, lapping firmly from my entrance to my swollen bundle of nerves, over and over.
Two fingers slid inside me, curling, stroking that spot that made my breath hitch and my toes curl.
He pumped them steadily while his mouth worked faster—sucking, flicking, humming low in his throat like he was starving for the taste of me.
I couldn’t stay still anymore. My hands flew to his hair, gripping tight, thighs shaking against his hold.
“Asher—Daddy, please, I can’t?—”
“You can,” he growled, lips never leaving me. “You will. Come on my tongue, baby. Soak Daddy’s face.”
He added a third finger, stretching me, scissoring, thrusting harder while his mouth latched on and sucked without mercy. The pressure built so fast it hurt, a hot, impossible wave rising inside me.
My coil snapped, back bowing off the couch as the first gush of my juices hit his tongue. He groaned as he drank it down, licking faster, fingers still thrusting into me through it as pulse after pulse spilled over his lips and chin.
My whole body shook, thighs clamping around his head, but he didn’t stop until I was sobbing his name and pushing weakly at his shoulders.
Only then did he lift his head and look down at me with feral eyes as he used the back of his hand to wipe his slick face. He licked his lips and crawled up my body.
“Good girl,” he whispered, voice wrecked, and kissed me so I could taste myself on him. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.” I heard the tear of the condom before he pulled back, and I watched him sheath himself.
Then I obeyed as he pressed into me inch by inch, stretching me slowly until I was full of him and tears pricked my eyes from the intensity of it.
He stilled, letting me adjust, thumb stroking my cheek.
“Breathe, baby. I've got you.” He stayed buried deep, letting me feel every throb of his cock while he brushed my hair back with reverent fingers. “Look at me, baby girl.”
I opened my eyes. His were dark, possessive, completely focused on me like I was the only thing in his world.
“Who’s in charge right now?” he asked as his hips pulsed against me.
“You are, Daddy.”
“That’s right. And whose pussy is this?”
