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The angles my cock has to work through to accommodate his body are all new for me. It’s a delicious torture, and it’s all I can do not to hold him in place and start thrusting.

“You feel so unbelievably good,” he whispers.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…”

“Then ride me like you mean it.”

“Fuck, Asher.” He does exactly as I ask, like he can’t not, moving from the slow lifts to bouncing firmly on my cock. I meet him with my thrusts, my balls slapping his ass. The sounds of the impact of flesh on flesh fill the room along with our heavy breaths. We fuck like we’re on a mission. He handles himself, and I handle his ass, my gaze flicking between his hand on his cock and the expressions on his face until he throws his head back in complete surrender. The gesture taps into every primal instinct in my body that wants to latch my mouth to his throat and tear into him, but not to hurt him. I only want to make him scream.

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jade

My ass is on fire in the best possible way. My dick is primed to explode, and my tongue is bleeding for all the things I won’t let myself say. That he’s the best I’ve ever had. That I want him every minute of every day. That I’m sorry I’m such a slut, but I can change. I want to beg him to take off the condom. I want to tell him to fill me up. Breed me like the whore I am.

Own. Me.

“God, fuck, I’m gonna come, Jade. Your ass is gonna make me come so fucking hard…”

Good. Oh, thank fuck. I explode the second the words are out of his mouth, unable to keep it in one second longer. I work my cum out with my fist and watch it fall in thick white stripes up his tan sweaty chest.

“Jesus… yes… give me that cum, sweet thing. Give me all of it.”

“Ash…”

My body does what he says. More ejaculate erupts from my tip, and my body quakes. I’m coming apart—crying out—panting and whining even as my ass continues to move on his cock. It’s basically a twerk, and I’ve been told in the past it’s a pretty impressive move in bed.

Not that I’m trying. Not that I could try anything with my mind liquefying inside my skull. It’s all automatic. My body fucking his because it wants to. It wants him.

“That’s it,” he urges me on. “Oh, fuck yeah, Jadey baby. You got me. You fucking got me.”

For a second, I believe he means I’ve got him. Like he’s mine. But then he comes, which is also good, but the bizarre spark of elation is snuffed by the groan he unleashes. It’s almost like he’s trying to out-loud Gage who was so ridiculous with the noises earlier, I’m going to have to add music to the video to make him look less like a horny virgin.

Asher’s cock jerks inside me, and I let out a shaky exhale because it’s literally the best thing I’ve ever felt in my ass. His fingers leave bruises on my hips with how hard he’s digging them in as he rides out his release. And his face—God, he’s even more gorgeous when he comes.

Seriously, I don’t know if I can stand this. I’m a goddamned mess already, and now I’ve asked him to move in?

Maybe I should stop drinking. This is bad. It’s one thing for me to change a few little things, but my life? I can’t—the thought of anything changing is terrifying enough, and I’ve been having fun. The last two years have been the best years of my life because I do what I want when I want—whoever I want. This—with Asher—it kinda hurts a little, and I don’t like it.

But when he opens his eyes and meets mine, I just sort of—melt. Because I do like his golden-brown eyes, and the way he uses them to look into mine. I do like the way it feels like he’s not just looking at me, but seeing me. Maybe it doesn’t hurt so much as it aches.

Falling onto his chest and licking my way back into his mouth, I kiss him to taste his sweat and his salty beard. He rolls us to our sides, his cock sliding from my ass, and ends the kiss with a look. “Wow,” he says softly, his thumb tracing away a trace of him from the corner of my mouth.

“Jadey baby?” I say.

He laughs quietly and gives my lips a peck. “If we’re gonna be fucking for the next week or so, you have to promise you won’t hold anything I say when I’m inside you against me.”

“I refuse to promise that,” I tease. “No way.”

“All right. Fair play applies then.”

“I’m not scared of my own mouth.”

That is a big, fat lie.

“Well, now what?” Asher asks. “Are you going back to bed?”

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