Page 21 of The Billionaire's Fan

He playfully pushes me off of him, while I eye the tent in his pants. He bites his lower lip as his eyes never leave mine while he lowers his shorts. He sits down, grabs me by the back of my thighs, and pulls me back on top of him. With his cock in his hand, I slowly ease myself down on him. His length disappears inside of me and I’m overcome with how full I feel. I leverage my body over him and start to move up and down on him. His hands frame my stomach, his thumbs just below my breasts while I circle my hips on him. I move back and forth, up and down, and circle. My breasts bounce and I moan loudly. He reaches around my waist and we move, so my back is against the mattress. He pulls my hands up over my head as I hook my ankles around his back as he pushes into me. My body moves with each thrust as he pushes my legs apart and watches himself fuck me. He moves fast; he moves languidly, and by the pure pleasure on his face, he is enjoying every second.

My throat is dry. My heart is racing. And my body is deliciously sore as my breaths quicken, and the onset of anorgasm rises. My fingers dig into his forearms, my mouth drops open and a silent scream escapes my mouth while my body turns into jello with a vibration so strong that I’m blinded by light, in a euphoric way. While Asher continues to move, his eyes dilate with the pulsing of my pussy, his movements get frantic and he groans loudly before leaning down and taking my mouth with his.

“I’m going to come.” He whispers against my lips.

“Yes.” I return.

His hips move fast while he finds his release.

He presses against me with a satisfied groan as I regain my breath. He leans down and kisses me.

“My god, woman. You will be the death of me.” He rests his forehead against mine.

“Well, let’s make it a memorable death, shall we?” I joke.

He kisses the tip of my nose as he pulls out of me.

“I’ll be right back.”

He leaves the bedroom and disappears into the adjoining bathroom, returning a moment later with a washcloth in hand. He returns between my hips, pushes them apart, and presses the washcloth against my center, cleaning me up.

“Don’t linger,” I warn him.

“What prey-tell would happen if I did?” he grins.

“Trouble.”

“I like a little trouble.” He returns.

CHAPTER TEN

Asher

The smell of leather and books will always be one of my favorites. It’s one of the many reasons that I find the Whispering Oaks Society so welcoming. Once a month, a handful of the members take part in a friendly poker game.

The Whispering Oaks Society is a prestigious club in the middle of the woods that people only know about from other members. The members range from doctors, and business owners to other public figures. It’s a gentlemen’s club under the veil of the canopy of the forest. This club is a much-needed sanctuary from the daily hustle and bustle of Empire Bay and many of the members’ busy lives. This is a haven where power and wealth converge.

The lounge is a room shrouded in dark mahogany wood with coffered ceilings and ambient light from the crystal chandelier overhead, books align half of the wall in front of me, with a bar along an entire wall on the other side of the room, behind where I’m sitting. Plush, deep purple velvet drapes frame the tall windows, their heavy folds creating an intimate atmosphere, shielding the room from prying eyes.

I relax on the chocolate brown leather chair with two fingers of whiskey in a glass, awaiting the poker room doors to open and grant us entry. Chad Augustus sits across from me, mirroring me.

“What’s new, Knight?” he asks.

My eyes meet his and I swirl the amber liquid in my glass.

“Just eager to take your money tonight.” I grin.

“Feeling lucky?”

“That’s so cliche. But I think my luck as of recently has improved, so why not take a gamble tonight and go home a winner?”

“I saw on TMZ that you’ve got yourself a new lady?” he inserts.

“You saw this on TMZ?” I ask, pulling my phone out of my pocket and texting my agent about why I wasn’t alerted to being a subject on the paparazzi show.

“Oh yeah. There was a whole thing back and forth between those paps about you now with this mystery lady and back to when you were dating some actress chick.”

“Can’t those guys just get a life and do something better with their time?” I roll my eyes.

---