Page 120 of The Influencer

“No, I’m good.”

“Not to push any buttons,” he says, “but you should eat from time to time.”

“I do.” I walk to my closet, shuck the towel, and put on my black robe, hoping he’ll feel free to have his way with me.

When I lie down beside him, he turns to me, instantly covering my mouth with a deep, soul-penetrating kiss. His hand moves up my side, and then back down my thigh. I part my legs, exposing myself for him, and he growls into the kiss.

God, I love him. There’s nothing I want anymore but this, and while on some level that scares the shit out of me—and has me worried for my ability to support myself—it also can’t be helped. I never intended this. I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling so much for one man, and if the timing weren’t so horrible, I would think I’d found my future.

He strokes my cock, his hand soft around the shaft, his thumb gently rubbing the sensitive crown. I’m hard within seconds, pawing and purring to get closer to him, encourage him to touch me more—touch me everywhere.

“I want to suck every inch of your skin,” he murmurs.

“Do it?—”

“No,” his whispers, lightly kissing my neck. “Can’t leave any more marks.”

“Of course you can.” I want him to. “You can do anything you want to me.”

“I promised you I wouldn’t interfere with your life, and if I turn you into one big hickey, I’m pretty sure that’d count as interfering.”

“Then interfere. I don’t care,” I sigh, holding his head to my neck and arching my cock into his fist.

“I just want to claim this one part,” he says, ignoring me as his mouth moves to close around one of my nipples. “These are mine. These belong to me.”

My back bows in ecstasy at the feel of his mouth on the super sensitive peak. I’m all yours, I want to say. “Ash,” I sigh.

“So fucking pretty. Jesus, I can’t stand it,” he says before devouring my nipple again.

A moment later, or hours later, it’s hard to know, he’s between my legs, my length disappearing into his mouth over and over again as he sucks me with a nearly worshipful devotion.

I gulp, trying to hold back a sob. He’s unraveling me, one loose thread at a time, and I’m powerless to stop it. I want him to pull me apart, put me back together, every moment, every day until I’m gone—or until he lets me go.

But I come in no time at all, his mouth too powerful and relentless to allow me to use my stamina. I swear I’m like a fucking virgin when it comes to him.

“Come,” I whisper to him, when I get my breath back. “Come inside me.”

I internally cringe when he opens the condom packet, hating myself for being too “unclean” for him. Not that he seems to mind.

He takes me on my side, his thrusts rough and possessive as he locks an arm across my chest and breathes harshly against my neck. It feels so goddamned perfect, it makes me cry. I’m like one raw exposed nerve and everything he does to me in one of his passionate throes pushes me over my emotional edge. The overwhelming feeling of his pierced cock stuffed in my hole shoving in until his hips bounce off my ass is beyond magnificent.

“Are you sure I’m not hurting you?” he whispers after a kiss on my wet cheek.

“You’ve never hurt me. You’re perfect, Asher.”

“It feels so good,” he groans. “I’m sorry if I can never get enough.”

I twist my neck to kiss him on the mouth. His tongue wraps mine up and he sinks in deep, his hips moving in a slow, solid pulse.

I love you.

He stills, pulling his head back and staring at me.

“Did I—? Asher?—”

He shuts me up with another mind-destroying kiss and pumps his way straight through an orgasm that has him moaning into my mouth as he rides the multiple waves and spasms of it.

Fuck.

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