Page 114 of Ruthless Heir

I press into his erection, noting that he feels bigger than before. My simple contact makes him groan deep in his chest. The sound sends a flutter through my heart and I marvel that I madehimgroan.

Asher pushes me harder into the wall as his kiss becomes consuming, sending shivers of fire racing throughout my body.

God, I’ve been waiting for this moment forever. I’ve dreamt of this moment so often I can’t believe it’s really happening. My brain hasn’t even fully processed it yet.

His touch becomes rough and then we’re tearing at each other’s clothes while we kiss like we’re starving.

Asher shoves the top of my dress down my body, exposing my breasts to the air, and I push his jacket off and undo the buttons on his shirt.

When his shirt lies open I barely get the chance to run my hands down his chest and trace the definition in his hard muscles before he latches on to one of my rigid nipples and sucks it greedily into his mouth.

He sinks his teeth into the swell of my breast, taking as much of the flesh into his mouth as he can. I groan, relishing the waves of pleasure surging through my body.

He moves to my other breast, doing the same thing. Then he yanks my dress down my hips and legs and rolls down my panties. Seconds later I’m naked.

Asher stares at my naked body with wild, mesmerized eyes.

The thought suddenly hits me that we’re in the elevator—and I’m naked—but at this point I’m beyond caring. My body is aching with desire and the emptiness of wanting him all these years.

The tension inside me rises, making me mindless to everything but him. All I want to do is be with him in this moment and seal it away in my heart forever.

Seeing him looking at me like that fills me with an emotion I’ve never felt before. It feels like desire and contentment and euphoria rolled into one.

I realize this is the first time in my life that I’ve truly felt wanted. Wanted for being me and everything that makes me, me. My scars, my flaws, my imperfections.

Asher is looking at me as if he wants to take it all.

His lids become heavy when his gaze drifts back to the puckered nipples of my breasts.

He returns to take another mouthful, then kisses his way down my body, tasting me as he goes along. When he reaches my toes he stands again and rips open his fly then pushes his pants down his hips. My eyes snap wide as his cock juts free, long, massive and hard.

He reaches for me again, cupping my face. “I need to be inside you now. And I won’t be able to stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“Good.” His voice comes out low and ragged.

Pulling me close again, he lifts my leg and hooks it around his waist. Then he takes his cock and rubs his straining erection back and forth along the slit of my pussy, making me even wetter.

A needy moan slips past my lips, husky with undiluted desire.

Holding my gaze, Asher pushes into me and I gasp from the feeling of his length filling me.

He shoves deeper inside, stretching me until pain invades the haze of pleasure. He pulls out, then he’s back inside me again, but this time he buries himself deeper and I feel nothing but intense pleasure.

The penetration is so powerful we both shudder and groan at the same time.

“Holy fuck,” he gasps, tightening his grip on my hips.

“Asher…”

“Stay with me.”

I know I’m tight. It’s been a while since I had sex—and I don’t want to think about last time, or Nick, right now.

I just want Asher in my head. He seems to know exactly what to do with my body. He moves inside me slowly, then as my walls stretch to take his huge, hard cock, he speeds up, moving faster and faster.

Then it’s like whatever restraint held him back all these years unleashes with a vengeance and he owns my body with his savage pounding.

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