I crave her with a desperation that I’ve never felt before. Ineedto get inside her soon, or I’m going to lose my mind and fall on her like a feral beast.
But I’m going to do this the right way. The way that’ll get her as addicted to me as I am to her, and keep her coming back for seconds, thirds, and fourths. Competitiveness and a frenzied desire toneverlet her leave this bed fuel me to make this night the best of her life. Her admission that she has limited experience will work in my favor, as will my drive to cement myself as the only man she’ll ever want to be with again.
I push her dress down over her waist and her hips. She’s not wearing a bra—one less clothing item for me to try not to rip. But when I see the thong covering the luscious curve of her ass, made of ultrathin lace, my vision goes hazy at the edges.
Her skin is a canvas of smooth, pale cream. There are odd scars and blemishes here and there, but they enhance the beauty instead of detracting from it.
I have to stop and inhale a few deep breaths. A beast is rumbling awake deep within me, rubbing his hands together in preparation for a delicious meal, but I have to keep him caged. If I scare Victoria off, I don’t know what I’ll do with myself.
She casts a glance over her shoulders, eyes shadowed with doubt. That’s when I realize I’ve spent thirty seconds staring at her motionlessly, trying to calibrate the fact that she’s real and she’shere. She’s also very fucking mine.
By the end of the night, neither of us will doubt that fact.
“Am I… okay?”
Fuck, Istillhaven’t said anything, and her ridiculous insecurities are creeping in.
“Okay is one way to put it.” My voice is low and rough. “The most stunning creature I’ve ever seen is more accurate.”
The doubt melts from her expression, and her eyes widen when I wrench her dress all the way off her. I cup her pussy in one hand, hissing out a breath when her juices slick my palm. She’s dripping through her thin fucking panties, and holy fuck, how am I supposed to control myself?
Her head falls back and her hands twist into the sheets with a moan. She’s so hot, so needy, so impossible to resist. I can’t help myself; I wrench her panties off with a vicious tug, reveling in her shocked cry. The lace falls apart like gossamer in my hands, and I toss the remnants over my shoulder.
One of my hands twists into her silky hair, wrapping it around my fist twice and gently pulling her head back. My fingers glide a leisurely path through her dripping folds, and I grit my teeth.Control, control, control.
Fuck control. I was a goner from the moment she stood up to me on the paddock. There’s no goddamn way I’m going to keep a handle on myself now.
“So fuckingwet,” I mutter. “What has you so worked up, Victoria?” I rub a slow, languid circle over her clit. Her ensuing whimper goes straight to my cock.
I tug her hair. “I asked you a question.”
“You,” she breathes out.
“Obviously,” I drawl. “Whataboutme? The fact that you know you’re about to get fucked within an inch of your life?” I tug her hair. “The pain here?” I slide a single digit into her tight asfuckentrance. “Or the pleasure down…here?”
“Oh,God,” she moans. “Asher, I… I can’t—”
“Not yet.” I ease my fingers out of her and slowly flip her onto her back, straddling her. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly, her hard little nipples practically calling to me for a taste.
I have no power to resist. I wrap one hand around Victoria’s throat, just a gentle touch, and she moans again.This woman is going to be the death of me. My free hand returns to stroking her pussy, soft and slow, while my head dips to her chest. My tongue licks a trail across the curve of her breast, before I fasten my lips over the pebbled peak of her nipple.
Firm, needy, delicious.
And Victoria is so fuckingresponsive. Her hands wind into my hair, nails scraping against my scalp. Ifeelthe long, drawn out moan emanating from her chest as much as I hear it. My cock pulses in response, dribbling precum like a faulty tap. If I don’t get inside her soon, I might actually die from desire.
I suck hard on her nipple, and she tugs my hair. Her hips thrust upward, seeking, silently begging. I slide my finger back inside her. I’m aching to feel that silky heat wrapped around my cock. Ihaveto feel her come undone around me—Imight die if I don’t.
“Asher,please,” she moans when I switch nipples. “Please!”
“What do you want, sweetheart?” I wrap my hand around her throat.
“Please fuck me,” she says, unveiled need staining every syllable.
I shake my head. “I’m not ready yet.” I’mmorethan ready, but I want to taste her first. Ihaveto taste her first.
I trail wet kisses down her navel until I’m face-level with her pussy. A neat triangle of hair frames her slit. I pull my finger out of her and spread her folds with my thumbs, greedily gazing at my meal before I indulge. Her scent is feminine and intoxicating, and her desire is so potent I’m already drunk on it.
My cock thickens to dangerous levels, until I’m almost at risk of coming in my pants. When I feel the telling tingle at the base of my spine, warning me to take a cold shower or embarrass myself, I thinkfuck it. Nothing could pull me away from this right now—not a train crashing into my apartment or even a nuclear fucking bomb.
