Page 56 of Siren's Game

"Fuck, fuck," she breathes against my skin, and I let her sit upright, my hands now at her hips to slam her down against my cock. Her tits bounce with each thrust, and I just need to lean up to capture one of her nipples with my lips. "Asher!" She moans and hits my chest as she stops moving.

And then she screams and cums again, this time taking me right along with her.

Her fingers claw at my skin as I continue to fuck both of us through our orgasms, moaning as she contracts around me, milking every last drop of me as I spill inside her. Fuck. She feels amazing.

Breathing heavily, she collapses on me, chest heaving against mine and her cheek on my collarbone, as the last trembling shudders run through her.

I lift my hand to pat down her hair, keeping her head cupped as both of us try to catch our breaths.

I pull out of her, making her chuckle at the obscene sound of my cock leaving her hole. My fingers instinctively find it instead, a satisfied groan falling from my lips when I feel my cum dripping out of her.

Then she takes a deep breath and looks up at me, a satisfied grin pulling at her lips, while mischief clouds her eyes.

"Is that all you've got?"

Asher

Threedayslaterandthat night is still all I can think about. The way her cunt felt around me, her little moans, the way her fingers dug into my back and tugged at my hair.

After she teased me about being done, I only raised my eyebrow and turned her onto her back, crawling down her body, all too ready to continue and eat her out for an hour, but she gave in and finally admitted to being done, pulling me up by my hair like the thought of me anywhere near her pussy hurt.

I mean, it probably did, but in a good way.

Instead, she demanded I help her to the bathroom so she could shower and take off her makeup. Of course, I did as I was told. After all, I was raised a gentleman.

Unfortunately, I fell asleep before she returned to bed, though.

What can I say? She took a while. And her bed was really damn comfortable and, surprisingly, long enough for me to stretch out without any body part dangling down the bedside.

I’m just glad she didn’t wake me to kick me out in the middle of the night with how explosive the whole thing started.

The next morning was . . . normal. Well, as normal as it could be, I guess.

When I woke up, she was already in her kitchen, preparing breakfast for the both of us. Scrambled eggs that were really damn delicious and toasted bread.

Neither of us spoke a word about the day, or night, before, neither our fight nor what happened after, and ate in a more comfortable silence than usual.

Then she kicked me out of her apartment, telling me she had to get ready. She didn’t say for what, though, leaving my thoughts to circle around what happened.

Was this a one-time thing? Did we only scratch an itch the way she does with Josh?

Or was it something more?

Josh. God, I don't even want to think about that guy. The two of them looked too familiar, too cozy with each other as they walked arm in arm, and when I saw her smile at him, it was impossible to not get jealous.

Now that I can reflect on it a bit later, though, he seemed harmless enough. The way they interacted was truly the way friends would, not friends who secretly want to jump each other.

I might just get used to him around. I might just trust her when she says they’re only friends.

And I might just hope for a repeat of that night.

The way she responded to my touch, the tiny sounds leaving her—I want, no, I need more. I want to be the one to bring her pleasure, the one to make thrash on the mattress, make her go crazy and beg for more.

She's so beautiful when she gives in, just like I imagined she would be.

I knew there was something under her feisty exterior, but who would have thought our desires would fit together like fucking puzzle pieces? She surpassed everything that I've imagined her to be. Even better, more beautiful than how I've imagined her in my shower.

But I haven't even seen her since that morning. The first day, I could explain. Maybe our schedules just didn't align that day. Running into each other in the stadium is not exactly a daily occurrence unless I make it that. But yesterdayandtoday I've seen Millie around, a frown on her face and jaw tight, but no sign of Kayla.

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