Gladly, I obey, well aware though not shy about the fact that I'm wet.
His head inches back, inspecting, and his mouthslowly curls into a half smirk filled with satisfaction. "Look at that. Someone wants my cock."
My eyes hood closed, and I'm speechless until I gasp at the feeling of two fingers swiping along my pussy, circling my clit, and it's a heavenly torture.
"You're soaking," he whispers.
"Mmhmm."
His fingers stay on me, but with his other hand, he roughly pulls down one cup of my bra, to give him the open canvas to twist my nipple. But it doesn't last long because my pussy is pulsing for more.
"You're beautiful."
I can't even acknowledge the compliment because my entire body is heightened with arousal and at his mercy.
His fingers abandon my clit and glide along my thigh, giving me hope that he will end this agony of waiting to come.
The loss of his touch causes my eyes to flick open, but my thoughts are rewarded because my view is Asher with his large cock in his hand, giving himself a few pumps. He quickly opens the condom packet and sheathes himself.
The moment he hovers over me, placing a quick kiss on my mouth, a new frequency of adrenaline hits me all over again.
My breath hitches because his cock slides into me, and I instantly feel full. Slowly, he moves until I'm filled to the hilt.
"Fuck. You are..."
I plant my finger over his mouth. "Shh. Just fuck me,” I gasp.
That devilish smirk returns to his mouth, and he rises slightly to his knees as he guides my legs to wrap around his waist, and my internal walls wrap even tighter around his length.
He pumps into me, not treating me delicately, but his groan meets my moan which assures me that we are riding the same wave.
It's a blissful blur until he pushes his finger on my clit while he slams into me, causing an orgasm. I convulse all over him, and he follows moments later, an almost roar escaping his lips.
And it makes sense because he fucks like an animal, but every little second is perfectly bossy, and it suits him.
I sigh blissfully, thankful that Illinois’s unpredictable October weather gave me this.
CHAPTER 4
ASHER
Ican’t help but look at Gracie peculiarly. Does she ever frown? We are lying on our sides facing one another after round two, because we might as well take advantage of our detour for the night. The sheet is carelessly covering her breasts.
She tries to keep her face stern, but it is a failure because she bursts out in a laugh. “Seriously, I’m sorry, but seeing you smile kind of unnerves me. It’s not some sexy ploy, instead it’s an honest, normal smile.”
I playfully shove her shoulder. “I do smile. Of course, I do. I have media to deal with. Wins to celebrate.”
We’ve been talking for who knows how long. Pillow talk normally isn’t my style, except she causes me to crack from my usual scowl.
“Now, now, we’ve gone over this, Mr. Coach. That’s all work. I don’t know, it kind of alarms me but makes me laugh the way you look after sex. It’s like endorphins or something.”
Shrugging my shoulder, I have to admit that I feel lighter right now. “You’re kind of contagious. Do you ever have abad day? You seem overly positive with life.” I swipe a strand of her hair over her arm.
“I don’t look at it that way. I’ve been fortunate, and I don’t take that for granted. Family, work, small-town antics. A state-prized cow lives on the edge of town, that’s great, isn’t it?” Now she is just being sarcastic, but it earns a chuckle from me.
“I’ll admit small-town life is refreshing.”
“Have you tried the orange rolls from Jolly Joe’s in Lake Spark? You need to, otherwise you haven’t lived life.”
