Page 55 of Siren's Game

I'll show her a little plan.

I chuckle, nudging my chin through her folds before my mouth gets back to teasing her little nub. A little whine escapes her when I place my index finger at her entrance, nudging it before I push two fingers inside her.

She sighs and relaxes back into the mattress, her fingers in my hair massaging my scalp with tense rubs, then digging into my skin as her moans become louder and she begins to squirm under my mouth.

I add a third finger to pump inside her, and when her moans become an incessant sound and I feel her muscles contract under my touch, I sit up, stilling my movements. Keeping my thumb on her clit, I crawl up her body and position myself at her entrance.

"Fuck, Asher." She hits my shoulder, the slap comically loud as it echoes against the almost bare walls.

"Told you, you'll be cumming on my cock," I say with a growl. “Not my fingers.” Then I capture her lips in a kiss as I push inside.

She’s fucking tight and I'm far from gentle, too far gone already. Her whines, her fingers, her taste, her scent—all of it has been driving me crazy with desire. I push further inside her at once, thrusting gently once she starts to relax around me, as I continue to play with her clit and ravage her mouth.

Only moments later, she starts to contract around me, breaking the kiss to capture her lip between her teeth, eyebrows scrunched and eyes closed in pleasure, soft moans daring me to fuck her harder.

Her walls are milking my cock, making me bite the inside of my cheek in order to not join her already. I made a promise and I expect to keep it and I’ll be damned if I only get one orgasm out of her before I cum myself.

"Fuck," she whispers, her fingers digging into my hips as I continue to move inside her, elongating her pleasure until she sighs and begins to relax, slight trembles still running through her body.

"That's one." I lick my lips and she blinks at me through thick, teary eyelashes.

"Pure luck," she grits out and shoots me a glare that’s easily overpowered by the satisfied glow in her cheeks.

I lean down and lick a strip up her throat before I sit back for more advantage and chuckle darkly in response.

“Sure, Sweetheart. Let’s see if I’ll have some more ‘luck,’” I threaten and I can see her gulp.

Oh, I'll show her that it's a skill, not talent. All too gladly.

Laying my hand on her stomach, I start to really fuck her. Skin-slapping, body-scooting-up-the-bed, hard fucking.

Within seconds, I have her moaning and gasping for air, her hands clenching the sheets and her back arching deliciously, her tits bouncing with each thrust.

She’s beautiful like this. On the verge of letting go, teetering on the edge of giving in to pleasure.

I lay my hands at her hips to keep her from scooting too far up and hitting the headboard as I continue to plunge into her, faster and faster.

Fuck, she feels fucking amazing around me. Leaning down, I capture her nipple between my lips, my tongue darting to tease it and her hand instantly digs into my back, fingernails leaving their marks on my shoulders.

It doesn't take long until she cums again, and this time, I don't stop. Don’t give her time to catch her breath, no, I want another one.

"Asher," she shouts and pulls at my hair, bringing my face to hers for a burning kiss as she shivers through her pleasure while I continue to fuck her, not letting come off that high.

I love it. I love how reactive she is, how she gives herself over to me, lets me tease her to the brink over and over again.

Fuck. I could do this all night, get myself lost in her intoxicating moans, her addicting touch and the sound of her voice filled to the brim with pleasure.

"I can't, I can't, I can’t," she mumbles against my lips, a chant that sounds like a prayer, when I reach between the two of us. I'm almost there now, too, but I want one more.

"Oh, you can,” I say, making her open her eyes and shoot me a pleading gaze. “And you will."

I raise my eyebrow and continue thrusting into her, keeping a close eye on her face. She hasn't said 'red,' but she might not remember.

Her body language is saying the opposite though. She leans into my touches, arching her back for more and not seeming like she’s close to her limit.

Pulling her arms around me, I turn the two of us around until she kneels on top of me and bury my hand in her hair, keeping her torso down on mine as I thrust upward, changing the angle.

She groans against my throat, little whiny sounds escaping her with each breath. My hand finds the small of her back, wandering deeper until I can palm her ass, moving it with me as I fuck her.

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