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“Don’t youdarecome,” I say as I step out of my panties and cock a hip. His eyes go to the swell of my belly as a low growl erupts from between his lips. His teeth are clenched, his jaw taut.

“Too much yet, baby?” I ask as I ghost my middle finger over my clit.

His eyes are dark as he speaks in a low tone. “Please, my bossy, messy little brat, give me your hot, tight cunt so I can fucking ruin you.”

I move to position myself in front of him, bending down to lean my forearms against the table as he spits onto his first two fingers, running them through my soaked core and pushing them into me. There is no gentleness, no moment to savor. Asher is on a mission and I’m so wet already, but the lewd act causes my pussy to throb even more and my head to fall back. Moments pass as he runs his cock through my arousal, my pussy lips hugging tight to him. I’m panting, I’m about to beg for him. He knows it.

“Since you asked so nicely, you can fuck me now.” I lock eyes with him in the mirror and a tingle of fear runs up my spine forjust a moment as I consider maybe I pushed him too far.Fuck it.I push him further. “Make me scream your name, Daddy.”

CHAPTER 57

Asher

Fucking Christ, how is this woman mine?

Dominant Olivia turns me into a sort of fucking beast. Desperate to claim her with a bond that can’t be broken. Her beautiful tits peek out from the lace of her bra, her perfect ass on display, but it’s her eyes that send me wild, hooded and glazy, her cheeks flushed with want.

I want to do the dirtiest, darkest things I can to her. But right now, I’m unabashedly at her mercy. She holds all the power in this moment. Power I hand over gladly if it means she’s mine forever.

“Do you know how fucking tempting you look like this?” I groan into Olivia’s ear as I thrust my cock deeply into her. She moans and her head tips back.Gorgeous.

“The curves of this body.” I pull out before driving deep back into her.

“Ash!” she moans, clenching around my dick.

“You’re a fucking dream. And you’re all mine.”

I’ll fill this pussy day in and day out, forever.

I grip her throat, angling her face, as I refuse to take myeyes off her.

“Look at the way your pussy begs me.” I slide down to play with her clit with one hand and a hardened nipple with the other, my finger and thumb rolling the bud between them. “Do you know why I love seeing you this way?”

I thrust deep, and her hands tighten around the wood of the table.

“A whimpering, greedy little slut for my cock?” My voice is husky as Liv’s eyes flutter open and she takes in the view of us in the mirror.

“Why …” she whimpers, and the sight of her, pulling her lip between her teeth, her eyes glassy with want, almost does me in. I bite down on her neck in a frenzy as her sweet pussy strangles my cock in a vice-like grip.

“Besides you being the most beautiful goddamn thing I’ve ever seen,” I groan as she angles herself into a new position that almost makes me unload in her on the spot.

“It’s knowing that no one but me will ever see this.” I slow my pace just to torture her, but I don’t stop my sweep of her clit. I know she’s about to go crazy.

“Harder.”

“No, kitten. Not quite yet.”

I look down to where we connect before reaching around and spreading her soaked pussy lips even wider, adding pressure over her clit with the pad of my middle finger as her legs start to shake.

Her eyes turn to a blazing fire in the mirror, watching me take her painfully deep and slow.

“It’s knowing no other man will ever be where I am again.” I thrust deeply and feel her body shudder. “You’re mine, Olivia.”

“Yes …” She breathes out.

Thrust—“Come for me. Now, baby,” I tell her, replacing my fingers over her clit with her own. She takes over, rockingback, and fuck if it’s not the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.

I grip her curvy hips tight and fuck into her—harder and harder—while she plays with herself. I watch in the mirror as she fucks me, my balls churning as her eyes flutter closed. Her mouth pops open and her tits bounce as she trades between moving fast, then slow, her free hand gripping the table. My girl is not self-conscious in any way, and it’s so fucking beautiful to see her bloom into this woman with me. A woman who knows exactly what she wants and how to take it.