Page 147 of The Influencer

Though I’m positive I don’t need it, his hand jerks my cock with a firm expertise. It’s different from the way I do it to myself, but I like his way better. I grind my ass down until he’s as deep inside me as possible, and the answering thrust of his cock pounds through my abdomen. I’m overcome—thighs shaking, and I cry out as cum shoots from my dick, splattering my chest and face. Liquid heat explodes in my ass as Asher pulls me tight to him and spends his load on a long, ragged groan. I pulse in his hand as he fills up my ass, both of us taking sharp breaths as the release takes us both through its various stages of intensity—from blinding hot to gnawingly greedy to squirmy and agitating.

“Holy shit,” I pant, hanging my head as a drop of my own cum falls from my chin to the sofa cushion beneath me.

“Jesus, Jade…”

He should talk…my God. “What the fuck was that?”

I should really know better than to talk after an orgasm, but I also don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm that intense.

“If you hated it, don’t tell me,” he says, sounding equally spent. “That was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Don’t ruin it.”

I have to get his dick out of me—it’s suddenly way too much, but I’m not sure it’s not stuck. He’s still so thick. “Help me,” I whisper. “Help me get it out,” I say with some building urgency.

“Shit, baby, I’m sorry.”

“Asher—”

But he’s already doing it, squeezing his cock as I hold myself up enough for him to tear himself out of my hole. I could probably come again on the overstimulation alone if I weren’t so completely wrung out. Still, another thin dribble of cum spills from my tip, and I grunt from the ridiculously delicious discomfort of it.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“I don’t know?” I turn, trying to see my backside. “Am I?”

He runs a palm over my gaping hole in a soothing motion. “Still in one piece,” he says. “What you feel leaking is me… Fuck, that is so fucking hot…”

Oh God, and I do feel it, too. A river of Asher’s cum dripping from my ass.

My threatening panic recedes, and I reach for the throw blanket on the arm of the sofa.

“No, wait, let me see.” He helps me flip around on his lap until my ass settles on his thighs. Our dicks nestle together like they’re best friends now, and it’s the strangest sight. I love it too much. Everything about Asher is, and maybe always will be, too much. It’s a good thing I’m so fucking extra.

He runs his fingers through the cum on my chest before leaning down to kiss and lick it away. I untie his hair and run my fingers through it, savoring each sweet press of his mouth against my skin. “Love you,” I whisper.

He pauses to glance up at me. “Even after that?”

“Even still,” I say with a soft smile.

He bows his forehead against my chest and breathes deeply. “How sure are you about that?” he asks.

I let out a long-suffering sigh. “Unfortunately, very.”

“It’s okay,” he says. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

How that was the right thing to say, I have no idea, but he nailed it.

Asher lifts his head, tilting his face for a kiss, which I give him. “I should get you to bed,” he says.

“I need to shower.”

“I’ll help you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Yes, I know you’re a big boy and you can wash yourself, but I want to.”

“Okay, I’ll let you. But it’s only because I like seeing you all wet.”

He grins. “That’s the only reason?”

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