His tone alone makes my pussy throb with want as I give him more. Nodding, I pull my hair to one side over my shoulder as I reach behind and unclasp my bra, which falls forward and drops to the floor. Then, I slowly slide my thumbs under the fabric of my light gray cotton thong at my hips and start to pull them down too.
“No. Leave them,” he orders, and I freeze with his command, waiting for the next, wanting nothing more than to please him. The ache between my thighs is overwhelming as I watch him continue to stroke his huge cock in his hand. I’m so desperate to touch myself; he’s so hard, so rigid, rippled with veins and covered in ink. So ready for me as he closes the space between us. He dips his head down, spitting into his hand before returning it to his thick shaft; I whimper.
“You like that?” he asks, something wicked in his eyes. I’m a total goner for him at this point and manage nothing more than a nod.
“Sit down.” He tips his head to the sofa. I move the short distance and do what he says, taking a seat as I watch for his next order. The power in his eyes as I submit to him is a drug. One I know I’llneverbe able to give up.
“Lean back, spread those thighs, and show me how wet youare. I bet you’ve soaked right through those fucking panties for me.”
I say nothing but keep my eyes on him as I lift my heels onto the sofa. His pace increases on his cock as the deep V of his abs flexes. I’m completely exposed like this, and I’m sure he can see the wet spot I can feel in the center of my thong.
“Aye … Just as I thought. Fuckingdrippingfor me. Pull them tight. Show me that swollen little pussy.”
Oh fuck.
I obey his dirty instruction, understanding more every time I experience a moment like this with him that it’s what I’ve always missed. Tugging on the top of my thong so the outline of my pussy is apparent for him, I lick my lips and wait. Even the friction of my panties is better than nothing.
“Mmmm … fuck, so wet, so needy for me.”
I stay still, desperate to touch myself, but I don’t dare until he tells me I can.
“Throbbing too …” he assesses calmly, studying my expression.
“Yes.” I practically whine the answer and I don’t care how desperate I sound. Just watching him jerk his cock standing over me is everything I’ve ever wanted.
“Take them off now. Touch yourself for me, kitten.”
Holy hell.Normally he uses that nickname jokingly, but like this? It feels different. Special. Like it’s only for me. Sliding my panties off, I lean back again, exposing myself fully to him.
“Thank you,” I breathe out without thinking, and I hear him groan as my eyes flutter closed and my fingers move to rub my aching clit. My free hand moves to my tits and I let my first finger ghost a nipple as he strokes, moving close enough that he’s standing right over me.
“Fuck … Asher!” I take a breath, slowing my movement to stop myself from coming so quickly.
“I didn’t say stop,” he grits out as he reaches down andpinches my nipple. Hard. I cry out as he soothes over the pain with a gentle touch. “Play with those beautiful tits for me, Liv.”
He pinches again then rolls it between his finger and thumb.Fuck, that feels good.His hand moves to stroke my face tenderly as I pinch my nipple gently. My other hand still makes sweeps against my clit as electricity sizzles through to my core. Asher watches intently when I let out a long, drawn-out moan, allowing my eyes to flutter closed.
“Atta girl.” His pace continues. “There’s nothing more beautiful than you … just like this.” Asher drops to his knees, pulling me up against him and licking a trail along my bottom lip.
“Gimme a taste of that sweet fucking cunt now.”
I mewl into him with his gruff commands but slide my first two fingers through my pussy. They’re covered in my arousal as I raise them up and trace his lip.
“Don’t tease me, Olivia. Fuckingfeedme.”
“Fuck …” I whimper as he sucks them right into his mouth with a deep groan. I’m rocking my pussy against his cock now because I’ll take anything, any part of him. Being this close, yet unable to have him, sends pure anarchy through my bloodstream. My eyes nearly roll back as he backs up slightly on his knees, gathering my arousal with two fingers, sweeping them up over my clit, and gently pinching it as I begin to breathe heavier. I’m clinging to him as he teases me, continuing to work his fingers at a pace that has me spiraling. Just before I’m about to come all over him, he stops.
“Greedy fucking girl.Together,” he reiterates. “I wanna see how you make yourself come, Liv. Show me what you do to yourself when you think of me.”
His own hand has returned to his cock, and he doesn’t need to tell me twice. I lay back against the sofa and replace my fingers. The faster he strokes himself, the faster I work. Both of us getting off on each other’s actions. Asher isn’t even touching me, and this is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done. The sounds of my soaking pussy fill the air as he strokes himself over me.
“Listen to that sobbing cunt.” He growls. “It gets you off knowing how hard it makes me. Just fucking looking at you …” Asher groans as his head tips back, and the muscles of his arm flex. “How fucking sexy are you spread out for me like this?”
“I love it,” I admit as I reach up with my free hand to pinch a nipple.
“Fuck yeah, keep those eyes here, baby.” He points to his own then settles his free hand across my inner thigh. “And these legs spread wide. I’m gonna paint this pretty pink cunt with my cum.”
“Please …” I whimper, wanting him to make a mess of me. Wanting him to mark me.
