Now I chuckle and slap the wad of cash into her waiting palm.
I’ve never enjoyed losing so much.
She surprises me by dropping to her knees in front of me, unbuckling my belt, and unzipping my pants.
“Let’s see what we have here,” she says, yanking on my pants and underwear. I lift my hips to oblige.
My cock is now half-hard and covered in cum. She brushes her finger over the head, and I hiss.
“Poor thing has been neglected the last two days,” she says, giving it a sweet kiss.
I groan. “We’re about to rectify that. Get on the bed.”
She giggles as she stands and saunters over to the nightstand, dropping her wad of cash onto it. Then she pulls the other bills out of her thong, and they join the others on the nightstand. She starts to step out of her heels, but I practically snarl at her.
“Don’t you dare take those off. Between the video and that fucking lap dance, I’ve watched you dancing like a minx in heels all day, and now I’m going to fuck you in heels.”
She laughs and climbs on the bed, and I’m tearing off my clothes and throwing them any which way as I make my way toward her. I practically leap onto the bed and hover over her, then take her thong between my hands and shred it, tearing it off her. With no other preamble, I shove my already re-hardened cock inside her, hissing and groaning at the pleasure.
“This cunt is mine,” I remind her in a growl.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Only my cock gets to be inside you.”
“Only you, Asher.”
“That’s fucking right.”
And then I fuck her hard and fast, unable to see or think through the lust blinding my mind. Ella is my drug of choice. My addiction. The need to be inside her, to fill her, to come inside her, dominates so many of my thoughts lately. It’s overwhelming, consuming. Because as I feel sweet relief at finally being inside her, I realize she is more than my addiction.
She’s my home.
24
ELLA
“Ihave a surprise for you,” Asher says, opening the curtains in our room. I hiss at the sudden brightness.
“What time is it?” I ask through a yawn.
“Nine, sleepyhead. So, you need to get up and get ready. Your surprise will be here in an hour.”
“It’s your fault I’m sleepy. You kept me up half the night.”
“And I won’t apologize for it.” He tosses a floral summer dress at me. “Wear this, and don’t cut corners on getting ready. There will be photos involved.”
“What kind of surprise is this?”
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you. But I promise you’re going to love it. At least one part of it.”
One part of it?This better be worth getting out of this cozy bed for.
“I’m holding you to that, Langford.”
An hour later,Asher and I stand at the edge of the massive patio in the back of his parents’ house. He reaches from behind me and his hands come up to cover my eyes.
“Just walk forward,” Asher says, near my ear.
