Page 76 of Forbidden Hearts
“In my bag!” She points to her purse. “I’m on the pill, too, so we’re covered either way.”
Yeah, not taking any chances. I dump everything out of the bag and find the condom. I get it on while walking back to her, watching as her ass sways invitingly, and I can’t help but slap it.
“You just spanked me!”
“That’s for not listening earlier.” I do it again, and this time, I slide the fingers of my other hand into her. “You like that.”
She bites on her lip and nods. Yeah, I thought she might. “Asher, please.”
I push down on her back, forcing her ass to rise higher, and then I slide deep. The feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Her heat is almost too much, her tightness is perfect, and I am so fucked.
She keeps pace with me, letting me hold her hips, and I love the sound of her skin slapping against mine. I pull her up so her back is to my chest and move slowly while I hold her face where I can kiss her.
The two of us are sweating, and the sounds of sex fill the air. We move in tandem, each of us finding a way to go deeper than before, her hands are wrapped around my neck, putting her breasts on full display, and I fondle her.
“I can’t take much more,” she says, but I am going to prove her wrong.
“You haven’t given me what I want,” I tell her, and she falls forward, resting on her hands as I pull out of her. “Get on your back.”
She does, and I push her legs apart before sliding back in, moaning as I do. “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart. You’re so hot and tight. You’re perfect.”
“It’s too much. I can’t . . .”
“You can. Feel us. Feel me deep inside you. Feel how good it is.” I take her hand, moving it to where my cock is pushing in and out of her. “Look at us, Phoebe.”
She lifts her head, watching as I fuck her. “So fucking hot.”
“Damn right it is. You’re mine right now. You’re mine, and I’m so deep inside you. Do you feel it?”
“Yes!” she cries out.
I entwine our fingers and move them to her clit, playing with the nerves that are already overstimulated.
“That’s it, baby, feel how wet you are, stop thinking and feel. Feel all of it.” She’s barely able to catch her breath, and I can feel her growing closer. “You’re going to make me come, Phoebe. You’re going to make me lose my fucking mind because you feel too good. Does it feel good for you?”
“Asher!” She screams my name as she falls apart again, and I don’t even get to watch because I can’t stop myself. I follow her into one of the most incredible orgasms of my life.
It’s all I can do not to collapse on top of her, and my arms shake as I hold myself up. What I don’t know is whether they are shaking from endorphins or because I’ve just made the biggest mistake of my life. Does the reason even matter if the result of both is the knowledge that I’ll never be able to let her go now that I’ve had her?
That question scares the fuck out of me.
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PHOEBE
Ican’t help but giggle. I’m like a stupid little girl, and I can’t stop.
I thought I knew what great sex was, but...yeah, I’d had no idea. He spanked me, and I really fucking liked it. Who knew? He made me orgasm twice, which I have never done before.
The entire night is just kind of . . . surreal.
Asher Whitlock, my employer, the police officer I can’t stand, and the bossy asshole, is still buried deep inside me. I must be dreaming.
I giggle again, and Asher pushes onto his elbows, staring down at me. “Are you laughing at me?”
“No. Definitely not at you.”
“Then at what?”
