Page 31 of Demise

Intrigue enters her eyes, and I wink at her before Asher grabs the door.

“No, dumbass. The doctor said that you need to take it easy,” he scolds.

I pout as I look back at him.

“Don’t be jealous, I’ll fuck you standing up too.”

He lifts a bored eyebrow before leaning his head down to speak into my ear.

“If you think that you’ll be the one to fuck me, you’ve got another thing coming.”

My cock isn’t just twitching; it’s turned into a steel fucking pipe. Asher’s melted chocolate eyes bore into me, nothing but promise and filthy fucking thoughts in them. I want to ask him to name a time and place, to beg on my fucking knees for that, but the moment has passed, and he slips by me to wrap his arm around Skyla.

Fuck, seeing them all cozied up together doesn’t help my issue going on in my pants. I do my best to adjust as I walk, but between the sway of…well, both their hips, it’s pretty fucking hard.

Skyla turns back to look at me, concern on her face.

“You okay? You’re limping.”

Asher turns to glance at me before he smirks.

“He’s not limping, princess. He’s trying to wrangle the boner I just gave him.”

She tries to hold back a laugh as we pass through the waiting area of the doctor’s office before moving out to the parking lot.

“Not just you,” I defend. “My babygirl too,” I say proudly.

We make our way out to Asher’s Range Rover, and he opens the back door for me.

“Such a gentleman,” I tease as I slide in.

He huffs as Skyla follows after me before he shuts the door and heads for the driver’s seat. Asher has barely even pulled out ofthe parking lot before I’m undoing both my seatbelt and Skyla’s, dragging her up and over to my lap. Her legs part, forced to straddle me when Asher curses.

“What the fuck are you doing? Both of you buckle up, now.”

“Calm down, Dad. Just having a little fun,” I smirk as Skyla giggles.

“Fun? Aren’t you the one who just got cleared from the last car accident?”

I wave him off. “That doesn’t count. A psycho stalker cut my brake lines. Do you have brakes?”

Asher narrows his eyes in the rearview mirror, and I nod.

“Exactly. Now shut up. I’m trying to make out with my girlfriend.”

“You mean my wife,” Asher snaps.

“Tomato, potato,” I say as I press my lips to Skyla’s.

She comes to me easily, winding her arms around my neck. I feel her hips begin to grind against me, and I moan into her mouth. My balls are already so fucking blue they feel ready to fall off.

My hands slip beneath her shirt, pulling it up and over her head before I toss it to the side. The bra she is wearing is one of those front clasp ones, perfectly convenient in a time like this. I pinch the clasp between my fingers, her breasts springing free in my face.

Fucking heaven.

I cup one of her breasts in my hand, closing my mouth around her nipple as she lets out a moan and drops her head backwards. My tongue swirls around her nipple, my teeth nipping at it as Asher curses from the front seat.

I release Skyla’s nipple with a pop before I tap the side of her ass.

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