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"Fuck yes," Asher growls. "That's my good girl."

Two fingers plunge deep and I detonate, spine snapping taut as I clench hard around him. Wave after wave crashes over me, relentless. I'm flying apart, lost to the rush. Distantly, I hear myself cry out, voice breaking on his name.

Asher works me through it, murmuring filthy praise as I shake and shudder. "So fucking gorgeous. Could watch you come undone all day. Gonna ruin you for anyone else, bunny. Make this sweet pussy mine."

His words send me spiraling higher, pleasure bordering on pain. It's too much, too intense. I'm fragmenting, shattering. Reduced to mindless sensation.

The orgasm seems to go on forever, aftershocks zipping through me until I collapse bonelessly against his chest, wrung out and trembling. Asher gentles his touch, easing me down. I whimper as he slips his fingers out, suddenly empty. Bereft.

He shushes me, hands soothing now as they pet over my sweat-slick skin. "I've got you. You did so well for me, sweetheart. So perfect."

I can only manage a weak mewl, limbs heavy and useless. The controller slips from my slack fingers to clatter on the floor. Distantly, I register my character on screen, motionless. Waiting.

But I can't bring myself to care. Not when Asher is turning me in his lap, bringing my face to his for a deep, drugging kiss that steals the tattered remains of my breath. I sink into him, pliant and needy, chasing his tongue.

He tastes like sin, sex, and dark promises. I want to drown in it, in him. Mold myself to his strong frame until there's no space left between us. Asher seems to agree, his hands sliding down to grip my ass and rock me against the thick ridge of his erection.

We both groan at the contact, mouths slanting desperately. I'm already burning for him again, aching. Empty and so ready to be filled. He's ruined me, broken me open until I'm raw and wanting. Until he's all I can think about, all I need.

"Asher," I gasp as he tears his lips from mine to nip along the column of my throat. "Please..."

"Bunny." His voice is a dark rasp, tight with barely leashed hunger. "You need to get back to the game."

"I only want you," I breathe, tangling my fingers in his hair to drag him closer. "Just you."

But he turns me back around, yanking my ass back to rub against his erection. My character's still alive somehow, with shining loot all around me.

"One more, bunny. Pick up your controller." His orders are absolute, given in that ragged, rough voice that tells me he wants this as much as I do.

I pick my controller off the floor.

Chapter eight

Chapter 8

Asher

She's fucking perfect.

My fingers flex against her hips as she leans forward, focusing on the game. I rock my cock against her ass, loving that hitch in her breath every time I do. "Come on, bunny. You can do it. Just one more. Or…"

I press my lips against her ear again, lowering my voice to a growl. "If you kill two, I'll take my cock and shove it into your greedy little pussy right here. Is that what you want?"

She nods, whimpering as my fingers slide under her waistband again. Fuck, she's so soft. So sweet. So perfect.

So young.

Too young.

I shouldn't be doing this.

But I can't stop, especially when she shoves that generous ass right back, rubbing it over my cock like a greedy girl.

I love the soft jiggle of her belly, her wide hips, her thick fucking thighs. Everything about her is delectable and sweet, and I want more.

I slid one finger down the slick folds of her pussy, tapping gently at her entrance but not slipping in. She whimpers, thrusting her hips into my hand, but I don't give her the reprieve she's looking for.

"Focus, bunny. Don't bounce around. Sneak into the bushes if you need to. Keep an eye on your map. Yeah, just like that. Such a good little bunny, aren't you?"

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