I reach between our bodies, finding the tip of his cock already wet with a bead of precum. It jerks when I swipe my thumb over his slit, and he sucks on my neck when I wrap my fingers around him and give him one tight pump. His hips punch forward into my hand, sending a heady combination of power and desire rushing through me.
“Fuck,” he groans, and I wholeheartedly agree.
“Yes, please,” I say, not caring how needy I sound.
Asher chuckles, a low, dark laugh against the shell of my ear that has the hairs on my arms rising. Before I can suck in a breath, his hands are firm on my hips as he rears back and flips me over.
My brain is spinning, trying to catch up with my body's position as my stomach hits the bedspread and my hands scrabble for purchase. I’m panting at his display of strength,struggling to catch my breath as he winds my pleasure higher with every moment.
Then his fingers dig into my hips and pull them up, raising me to my hands and knees. My legs are quivering, and I’m practically dripping for him, but instead of plunging into me, his touch leaves. I hear the crinkle of foil before sensing him step up behind me again, and my arms are trembling with expectation as I hold myself on hands and knees for him.
“Gorgeous,” Asher whispers.
His fingers, so light I can barely feel them, trail up my inner thigh, then over the curve of my ass. It’s the most torturous tease yet.
“Asher.” I’m breathless with anticipation.
His hand pauses, cupping one ass cheek, waiting for my permission to continue, but I’m panting, unable to catch my breath.
“What do you need, little shifter?”
“You, Ash. I need you, now.”
The only movement is his fingers tightening on my ass for an undefinable moment, and then both of his hands are on my hips again.
“As you wish,” he says, or at least I think he does, because his cock is steadily pressing into me as he says it, thrusting in a little more each time, and nothing else matters.
I moan at the stretch, my arms giving out as he splits me open, and I land on my elbows as my head dips down to the mattress. He feels enormous from this angle, and I’m not sure how much I can take.
“All of it,” he replies, and it’s only then I realize I must have worried aloud.
“My perfect girl,” he says. His breath ghosts across my back as his hand squeezes my ass and then traces the curve of my hip, reaching around for my center. His fingers circle my clit and I close my eyes, all of my nerves alight andbuzzing. I feel myself getting even wetter, allowing him easier access as he pounds into me. The sounds we’re making are obscene.
“You’ll take all of me, won’t you?” His voice is low, rough with a note of gravel that sends a shiver up my spine.
I nod, but he isn’t happy with that. Asher tangles a fist in my braid, tugging my hair back while the other arm bands across my chest as he yanks me upright against him.
“What was that, little shifter?”
I gasp and my pussy clenches, loving this dominant side of him.
“Yes, I’ll take all of you.” The breathy words are barely coherent, so it must be the thought that counts.
He groans and angles my head to the side, then whispers in my ear.
“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”
Asher’s fangs scrape along my neck and I whimper, ready to start begging if he doesn’t bite me soon.
“Don’t stop,” I say.
A pleased rumble sounds from his chest and reverberates through mine as he licks the pulse point in my neck, then sinks his fangs into me.
A bright spot of pain shocks me for a millisecond, but it’s immediately followed by blinding pleasure. Somehow, it feels even better than last time as Asher groans into my neck, sucking so hard I can feel my skin bowing against his lips.
It’s euphoric.
I’m delirious with bliss as I buck my hips back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust as Asher pulls from my neck and my pleasure builds impossibly high. I’m wound so tight, so taut that I’m afraid there’s no way back down from here. I’m going to be stuck in this torturous pleasure forever, and that might make me cry. From joy or despair, I’m not sure, all I know is I need to come.
