Page 56 of The Last Time

There are toys in random places, scattered in corners, sitting on the coffee table. Pictures of his daughter are framed on the walls.

His hand reaches for mine, and he leads me through the kitchen to a door at the far end of the house, closing it behind us.

“Sorry,” he says as he leads me into what appears to be the master bedroom. “Brie’s room is on the other end of the house, so we should be good in here. I don’t want to risk waking her.”

“I get it.”

He leads me to his bed and then falls onto it with little grace; it makes me smile.

He pats the spot next to him. “I know this isn’t very romantic,” he says as he realizes we just snuck into his room like we’re teenagers.

I don’t want him to feel bad. I love that he’s letting me into his world. I kick off my shoes and fall in next to him, matching his clumsiness. “I think it’s very romantic. We can pretend like we’re sixteen and sneaking around.”

His arm wraps around my waist and pulls me in. “We have to be quiet. My parents are in the other room,” he whispers in my ear.

I let out a soft giggle. “I’ve never done this before. Will you go easy on me?” I say, feigning innocence.

He lifts his head, eyes dark with lust. “I can’t make any promises.”

Then his lips are on mine, hard and demanding. His lips sear a path from my neck down to my stomach as he slowly strips away my clothes until I’m down to just my underwear.

Lying between my legs, he takes one of them and pushes it up with his strong hand so I’m spread open for him.

He hooks his finger in my underwear and pulls it to the side, revealing myself to him.

“I’ve been dreaming about tasting this pussy again.”

I squirm as I watch him take me in, my heart pounding erratically. When his thumb grazes my entrance and then rubs up along my clit with the moisture that he gathered, a moan falls from my lips.

“You’re so wet for me already. Does it turn you on to know my parents are in the other room?”

Shit, he’s good at this roleplay thing. I honestly had already forgotten about it.

I smile at him, a devilish grin. “I’ve always had this fantasy,” I start. “Getting caught…being watched.”

“Fuck,” he whispers, then descends on me.

His lips and tongue know exactly what to do. The way he starts slow, tasting me, letting my need for more build until I’m squirming for more.

When he slides in a finger, I lift my hips off the bed because he hits the perfect spot instantly. His lips wrap around my clit, and he sucks—hard. Then he takes another finger and lets it run against my back entrance. When he finds my hole, he lets his pinky enter me slowly while his pointer and middle finger go in my pussy. Then he pumps his fingers in and out while continuing to give my clit all the attention it needs.

It makes me go off like a rocket.

I try to stifle my moans, which make little whimpers of pleasure escape.

Before I know what’s happening, he has me on my hands and knees.

“You drive me crazy, Charlotte,” he leans over me and whispers in my ear. “We’re going to test this little voyeurism kink you have one day. I’m gonna take you somewhere we could easily get caught, and I’m gonna fuck you so hard you scream my name.”

The idea of it has my body igniting. “Yes,” I breathe.

“But for right now,” he says as he pulls back and rubs his length around my clit. “I’m gonna enjoy taking you like this.”

He slams into me with no restraint. I gasp at the shock of his invasion. Then he grabs my hair and pulls my head back.

“I’ve never taken a girl as rough as I wanted to. I always hold back,” he growls while he remains seated in me, waiting for me to agree or tell him no.

“Fuck me exactly how you want to, Asher. Don’t hold back,” I tell him.

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