Page 59 of Keeping Promises

We shift, switching positions so he is now behind me. I glance over my shoulder to see Asher’s fist wrapped around his cock, stroking small, steady strokes.

“Put your hands on the couch in front of you.” I bite my lip in anticipation as I follow his command, my ass on full display for him.

Heat radiates off him as he inches closer to me. I arch my back, giving him a little more incentive to slide back inside me. I feel the head of his cock against my entrance, but he doesn’t push inward. Instead, he drags it up and down my slit, teasing me.

“I’ve been thinking about sliding my cock between these cheeks all night.” His palm comes in contact with my skin, and he ever so slowly squeezes my ass cheek. “Maybe I should find where I left that tie and cover your eyes so that all your other senses are heightened while I devour you. Oh, you’d like that, too, wouldn’t you.”

I do; there is no denying everything I want to experience with Asher. I would fully submit to him and let him command my every ounce of pleasure if he asked, but right now, my body craves another release.

“Yes,” I pant. “But I can’t wait for that. I need you to fuck me now, Asher!” I don’t even recognize my voice with how desperate I sound.

He sinks his cock deep inside me. Bent over like this, I feel him deep inside. He grips my hips firmly and sets a punishing pace, his balls smacking against my clit from this angle.

“Fuck, baby, your pussy was made for my cock. I’m not going to last much longer. You feel too good.”

My fingers are digging into the fabric of the couch so tightly, my knuckles are turning white. I press my face into the sofa to smother my moan.

Asher laces his fingers in my hair just tight enough to pull me up back against him.

“No, baby girl, I want to hear you. I want to hear how good I make you feel. How much you love my cock.”

His husky tone breaks through the last of my restraint as my screams and moans fill the apartment and possibly the building as he continues to fuck me relentlessly.

Asher removes one of his hands from my hips, and I miss his touch. I squirm in anticipation as I hear the popping of his finger leaving his lips. When his thumb breaches my puckered hole, the most intense orgasm crashes through me. I buck against him as I ride out my release. My pussy contracts around his cock, squeezing it like a vise moments before Asher yells, “Fuck,” as he explodes inside me.

I fall forward onto the couch, trying to catch my breath. Asher follows me, being sure not to lean his full body weight to crush the baby and me against the cushion. One arm splayed in front of me helps him balance. His cock is still inside as he rests his head between my shoulder blade and presses sweet, tender kisses along my spine.

I’ve been on many first dates in my life, but I think this one can go down as my favorite and most memorable. With the way my feelings for Asher have been developing, I can’t help but wonder in the back of my mind,Is this the last first date I’ll ever go on?

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