Page 41 of Defending What's Mine

Right now I’d do anything he could ever ask of me. I trust him. I admire him. I completely want him.

He kneels onto the floor, tugging at me to pull me closer to the edge of the bed. “Spread these fucking legs for me.”

My face flushes bright pink with need. “Yes, sir,” I say, doing exactly as he demanded.

His eyes glaze over as he positions himself between my spread thighs. “I’ve been dreaming about eating this pussy for days. I bet you taste as good as I’ve imagined.”

I glance down at him, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “There’s only one way to find out.”

He smiles before lowering his head, and pushing his tongue through my slippery heat. He tugs me an inch closer, his nose making contact with my clit as he pulses his tongue deep inside me. He licks up my seam, ending at my clit, nibbling slowly as he continues the circuit once more.

I grip onto his hair, my fingers holding him as close as possible to me. “Oh my god,” I call out.

He glances up momentarily. “Sweetheart, god ain’t making you feel this good. It’s all me, and this is better than any heaven you can imagine.”

I smile. “Oh, Asher,” I say, my eyes squeezing shut as I flop back onto the mattress, letting Asher have his wicked way with me.

He’s right. This is better than any heaven I could ever possibly think of. It’s hotter too. Way hotter.

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Asher

The way Charlotte clings to me makes me want to eat her pussy that much harder. I flick my tongue over her clit, and focus all my attention there as I push a finger deep inside her. She’s tight as fuck, and I catalog that away for later.

When I fuck her, I’ll have to go slowly at first. I’ll have to give her time to acclimate to my size. I’m not trying to be an arrogant asshole about the size of my dick, I just know it’s bigger than most.

That the size of my cock compared to the tightness of her pussy is going to be a tight fit.

My eyes squeeze shut at the thought of being inside her. At fucking this tight heat.

Charlotte continues to moan as I try to push another finger inside her.Fuck.

“I’m going to make you come so hard. All over me. Multiple times. Understand?”

I glance up, taking in the precious sight of her. Eyes squeezed shut. Hair feathered out across the pillow. Her mouth forming an ‘O’, she’s gorgeous.

“Understand?” I repeat the command.

She nods. “Got it. Yes, sir.”

Her legs tremble slightly as I lower my head back down, focusing on her growing desire. Her orgasm so close, I can nearly taste it.

I keep fucking her with my fingers, my tongue lapping at her clit as my own cock hardens painfully. I need release as badly as she does.

“I need to fuck you,” I tell her, wanting her to get off a few times before I slam so deep inside her.

“I need you to fuck me too,” she calls out, her fingernails digging into the skin of my skull.

The sensation eggs me on.

Every warning light on my internal ops board is blinking red. This crosses every line in the handbook—improper fraternization, compromised command presence, emotional payload I can’t quantify. My threat-assessment engine fires off scenarios—mission fallout, reputation bleed-out, collateral vulnerability—but the intel doesn’t override the target lock of her gaze. I’m breaching anyway, full tilt, because for once the objective isn’t survive.

It’sher.

Protocol evaporates, evaporating like mist off a firing range. Chain of command, spotless record, the hard shell I’ve worn for years—none of it matters now. All that registers is the way herpulse stutters beneath my fingertips and the trust shimmering in her eyes. The moment my name spills from her lips, the rest of the world goes dark, the mission parameters rewriting themselves in a single heartbeat:

Primary objective: keep Charlotte safe.

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