Page 21 of Pro Gamer's Aim

It's a hard, brutal, bruising kiss, and I can taste the very essence of me on his lips.

The thought of that might have grossed me out before tonight. Right now? It just makes everything down there throb in renewed desire.

I slide my legs open a little wider, in silent invitation. Asher chuckles darkly against my mouth before kissing me again.

And again.

I can feel his cock rubbing against my entrance, but no matter how much I wiggle or angle my hips, he won't let his cock slide inside of me.

Frustration mounts.

"Asher, please."

"Not yet, bunny." He bites my lip, before tossing me to the side of the couch, over the arm of it. My ass is up in the air, and I can feel him settling between my legs.

I look over my shoulder, and he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks it back.

The pain sends a dark, aching throb straight to my pussy.

"This isn't going to be gentle," he warns, even as I can feel his cock rubbing against the core of me.

I lean back, but he does too. I sob in frustration. "Asher. Please! I need you."

"Do you need my cock, bunny?"

"Yes."

"How do you ask for it?"

His hand comes down onto my ass with a sudden slap that has me jolting in pleasure.

"Please, Asher. Please, give me your cock."

"Well, when the lady asks so nicely…"

I can feel it again, hot and hard and huge against me.

It slides in, just a little, and the stretch burns.

I moan. "Please."

This time, when I try to slam my hips back, he meets me.

It's one smooth, hard thrust, and I scream.

There's pain. Oh, yeah, there's pain. I'm not quite ready for the stretch his cock requires.

But it feels so, so fucking good.

So.

Fucking.

Good.

And he doesn't even give me a chance to adjust.

He slides right out and then slams in again, yanking my head back by the hair wrapped around his fist.

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