Page 72 of Penalized Love

His words play on repeat around me, echoing the same thoughts that have swirled through my mind. I’ve missed him too, with an intensity that both thrills and terrifies me.

“I want you to show me,”I say.“Show me how much you missed me.”

That is the only encouragement Asher needs. In one swift motion, his fingers leave my body just before he tears my underwear away, and my mouth drops open. I gasp at the sudden exposure because there is no way that has just happened. But then his mouth is on my pussy, and once again, every coherent thought evaporates from my mind.

“Oh god...”I moan as I throw my head back, so it falls against the pillow.

I swear he’s stolen the breath from my lungs. When he looks up at me from where he is between my legs, sparks of pleasure start to simmer. It’s as if he hasn’t eaten in weeks, and he’s starving for me. His groan of satisfaction vibrates throughout me as if he’s reading my thoughts.

Every stroke of his tongue sends shockwaves through me. My hips buckle off the bed when he adds a finger to the mix. My hands end up tangled in his hair again. It’s almost instinctual because I need something to anchor me as he drives me closer to the edge. The sensations are nearly too much, and I am lost in a haze of need. It’s as if my world has narrowed down to where his mouth and fingers are holding me in a chokehold.

He adds a second finger, curling them both just right, and I cry out as the pleasure intensifies. My grip on his hair tightens, my nails scraping against his scalp, but he doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, it only spurs him on. He flicks my clit with his tongue, drawing out the tension coiling inside me until it’s wound so tight I feel like I might collapse.

“Fuck, oh fuck...”I’m not even sure if those are the words that fly out of my mouth, but that’s what it sounds like.

His fingers thrust faster, more profound, hitting that perfect spot inside me again and again until I’m teetering on the brink, ready to fly apart at any second. It only takes one more well-timed curl of his fingers and one final flick of his tongue, and I’m ready to explode.

“That’s it, sunshine,”Asher murmurs against my skin, his voice a low rumble I swear I can feel in my bones.“Let go for me. I’ve got you.”

And with those words, I’m gone.

My body shatters into a million pieces as ecstasy courses through my veins. I’m vaguely aware of the hoarse cry that tears from my throat as I come undone, my hips arching off the bed as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over me. Asher doesn’t stop, his fingers and tongue working me through it. His actions prolong the experience until I’m left trembling and gasping for air.

When the last aftershock fades, I collapse back against the mattress. Asher places a final, gentle kiss on my lower stomach before crawling up my body. He settles over me, and I enjoy feeling his weight against me. He nuzzles into the crook of my neck, and his breath causes goosebumps to form along my skin.

“You’re so beautiful when you come,”he releases a low growl that sounds as if it came from deep within him.“I could watch you fall apart like that every day for the rest of my life and never get tired of it.”

28

ISLA

I’m still trying to catch my breath because my heart is racing in my chest when Asher’s words wash over me. Part of me wants to say bullshit as a coping mechanism, but I can’t bring myself to because of the raw honesty in his voice.

Instead, I tilt my head to gaze into those mesmerizing green eyes I’m convinced are piercing through my soul. What greets me in return is the heat in Asher’s eyes, showcasing his desire for me. Hell, that’s not the only thing. I can very much feel his cock up against me, and it’s obvious that he is ready to come out and play.

The intensity in his eyes grows as he slowly rolls his hips against me. The movement allows him to press his hard length right where I need him most. A moan catches in my throat at the delicious friction, and my body starts humming in anticipation.

“Tell me what you want, Isla,” he commands, as his lips graze my ear. “I need to hear you say it.”

I shudder as his teeth nip at my earlobe. “You,” I gasp out. “I want… I want your cock, Asher.” Thank fuck I can get the words out.

A low, approving hum rumbles through his chest. “Good girl,” he praises.

The unexpected words send a thrill straight to my pussy, but that isn’t all that shocking, to be honest.

Asher’s lips claim mine once more. I arch into him, my body craving more of this and so much more. He seems to sense this because his hand trails down my side. When he reaches my hip, he grips it possessively, pulling me flush against him so I can feel every hard inch of him.

“I need to be inside you. Now.”

“Then stop waiting and take me.”

Asher’s eyes flash with a mix of hunger and something else I can’t quite decipher before he pulls away from me. I watch as he stands and removes his jeans and boxer briefs in one fluid motion. My breath catches at the sight of him, and there’s no doubt he’s not ready for what is coming next.

Not to mention, he’s even more impressive than I remember.

Asher crawls back onto the bed, but then pauses before a frown lands on his face. “Shit, I need to grab a condom.”

The words snap me out of my lust-filled haze, and I nod; suddenly feeling awkward lying there naked while he rummages through his nightstand drawer. The momentary interruption allows some of my nerves to creep back in. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone, let alone the man in front of me.

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