Page 37 of Age of Shade

His eyes search mine, searching for signs of apprehension or lingering pain, but I know he won’t find any.

I see the moment his resolve breaks. One moment we’re staring at each other, and then, with a low groan, Asher Roth is kissing me. It’s just like before, like we didn’t stop at all. Desperation and heat are building between us, and my head spins as he drags his body over mine. My thighs fall open to make space for him, and we both groan as the head of his cock bumps against my swollen clit.

We haven’t been this close since our first night together at The Witt, and I always got the sense that Asher didn’t want to test himself. Like if his cock was nestled between the lips of my pussy with my wetness coating his thick shaft, the temptation to draw back just a little and push inside would be too much to resist.

“Fuck, angel.” Asher groans as I buck against him, trying in vain to get him where I need him most. I’ve never felt so empty, and the muscles of my core clench greedily with every roll of my hips, desperate to be stretched around him.Finally.

Lowering his head, he sucks one of my pebbled nipples between his lips, grazing the sensitive flesh with his teeth. I writhe beneath him, arching my back and spreading my thighs as wide as I can. It feels so good to have his whole weight on top of me, pressing me down into the mattress. He’s so much bigger than me; I feel small and defenseless and claimed.

Why does that turn me on so much—the thought of this bigger, older, and more experienced man using my body however he wants? Taking his pleasure in the place I’ve saved just for him. “Fuck me,” I plead, almost shaking with need. “However you want, just please—” My words turn to a gasp when a big hand shoves between our bodies and suddenly, two fingers are circling my entrance.

Releasing my breast, Asher stares down at me, his jaw tight. My lips part, and I make a noise somewhere between a cry and a whine as he pushes them inside me, filling me in a single stroke. “Do you feel that?” he grits out, and I squeak as those thick fingers spread out inside me, stretching my walls until they burn. “Does it hurt?”

I nod shakily, but he adds a third finger and my lips parting in a silent moan.

Asher’s gaze darkens. “My dick is bigger than that. Are you going to let me get you ready, or are you an impatient little thing who wants it right now?”

God.I love dirty-talking Asher.

I’m not sure what I expected. After all, we’ve done everythingbuthave sex at this point, and I’m very familiar with his growly, possessive side. This is a man who only last week bent me over the kitchen table, pulled down my panties, and spanked me raw for daring to ask whether he’d like me to pay for half of dinner.

Despite all the waiting and buildup, I think I imagined slow, devoted lovemaking for our first time.

I probably should have known better.

My tongue darts out to wet my lips, the tiniest sliver of apprehension now joining the burning excitement. “I’m impatient, daddy. I want it right now.”

Asher’s groans. “Put your legs around my waist. Yeah, like that. Good girl.”

Holy crap. We’re doing this.Finally.

His eyes flash as I reach down to wrap my hand around the base of his shaft. He allows me to guide the head of his cock to my entrance, pulling his fingers free so I have room to fit us together.

The apartment is quiet. All I can hear is our ragged breathing and the soft rustle of bedding as he nudges forward, not quite entering me but threatening to. The slightest flex of his hips, and we’d be joined.

“Try to relax, alright? Hold on to me.”

I nod breathlessly, my heart hammering against my rib cage as my hands settle on his broad shoulders. For a moment, it’s like we’re suspended in time, gazing at each other in silent acknowledgment of what’s coming.

Then, Asher’s lips find mine, and my sharp cry is muffled by his kiss as he pushes forward, opening me.

“Shhh.” He pauses as I adjust to the overwhelming sensation of my body being filled by his, dropping hot, lingering kisses over the delicate skin below my jaw. Nothing can distract me from the intense pressure between my legs, though.

Holy crap. He’sinsideme right now.

I shift restlessly, instinctively trying to find more room for him, but it isn’t possible.

Asher’s hand tightens in my hair, and he pushes a little deeper before stopping again, pulsing slightly in and out. “Such a good girl.” He groans. “God angel, you have no idea how good you feel.”

The stretch is so much—too much—but his praise has ignited a new heat inside me. I’ve never belonged to someone before, but now I do. Asher is making me his, and even if it always hurts this much, I’ll still beg for him to do this to me every single day.

It won’t hurt this much again, though. I know that. Already, tension I didn’t realize I had is beginning to bleed from my internal muscles, and somehow the pressure of his cock pressing against my walls is soothing the same ache it created.

Tentatively, I rock my hips slightly, and he slides a little further. My back bows off the bed, a gasp catching in my throat.

Asher groans. “That’s it—that’s fucking it. Going to give you the rest now, okay?”

My answering laugh is shaky and breathless. “I don’t think there’s room.”

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