Page 48 of Defending What's Mine

He lifts me effortlessly and places me on the chaise lounge, then moves to adjust the cushions so I’m comfortable. He moves in behind me, slipping his arms beneath my arms to pull me into his front. I rest my head against his chest, hearing the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

We sit in quiet communion for a moment, the world hushed except for the gentle whoosh of ocean waves beyond the palm trees. Then he leans down and brushes another, tender kiss across my temple.

“Lesson four,” he murmurs. “Trust.”

I look up at him, heart full. “I trust you.”

He smiles, arms tightening. “Good. Because I’ll always be here to catch you.”

I reposition myself to where I’m straddling his lap. “I want you to catch me,” I tell him, truthfully. Maybe this whole thing started out as pretend, but I’m no longer pretending.

Not anymore.

I grind my hips against his lap, and I feel his dick stir to life, hardening right before me. I place my hand over the ridge of hisdress slacks. “I want this,” I tell him, feeling bolder than I ever have.

I’ve never been the type of woman to ask for what I want, but with him, right here and now, I feel that bravery. He makes me feel it. I undo his pants, pulling at the material of his briefs so I can free his dick.

His mighty dick that stands so full and ready. It’s hands down the biggest I’ve ever seen. I grip my hand around it, squeezing gently as I move my hand up his shaft.

He groans, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. “Your touch should be illegal.”

I smile, loving the way this man makes me feel. Makes me feel so wanted and adored. I’ve never felt this way before. “Fuck me right here,” I tell him, no longer caring if anyone walks by.

He sits up a little, his eyes scanning the courtyard below. He’s always assessing. Will never do anything without calculating all risks involved.

I lean close to his ear, and lick the shell of it. “Come on. Live a little,” I whisper, and his hands tighten their grip on my hips. “Fuck me right now, Asher.”

He pulls back a little so I can look into his eyes. “Look at you begging for my dick.”

I smile, licking my lips. “Please, Asher. Please, fuck me.” I’d beg for him any day.

He hooks his thumbs under the hem of my dress and lifts it in one smooth motion, the fabric sliding over my skin and settling onto the ground. He pauses, taking me in—moonlight tracingthe curve of my hips, the line of my waist, the gentle swell of my breasts.

He arches a brow. “No bra?”

“The dress looked better without it,” I murmur, voice soft.

A slow, appreciative smile spreads across his face. “I enjoy taking those off you.”

I lean forward, brushing my lips along his jaw. “Next time,” I whisper, breath warm against his skin.

His grin widens. “Now where were we?” He settles his hands on my hips. “Oh, yes, you were begging for me to fuck you.”

I bite my lower lip. “Yes, sir.”

He tugs me closer. “I love it when you call me that.”

I laugh lightly. “Fuck me, sir. Command me.”

“I want you begging to ride my cock. You wanna beg for that?”

I nod slowly. “Yeah, I do.”

He trails kisses along the column of my throat. “Well, start begging. Tell me what you want, Charlotte.”

I lean back, letting his kisses turn more possessive as he reaches my breasts. He closes his mouth over one nipple, biting down, causing me to cry out in pain and pleasure. I don’t even know which. All I know is I want more of it.More.“More,” I whisper out. “So much more.”

He positions his dick at my entrance, and I slide down over it, taking deep breaths as he fills me up. I’ve never been withanyone this big, and it takes a full minute to acclimate to his size again.

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