Page 24 of Never Bed the Boss
“That’s what I like to hear, angel.”
His lips crash against mine again and again, and I feel weightless. I’ve never met anyone who could erase all thoughts from my head like this. I forgot all my problems the first night I was with him. And over the month I’ve known him all of those problems have been addressed, one by one. I’ve done things with him I thought I’d likely never achieve in my lifetime. Who cares about my bucket list anymore? Asher’s making it inconsequential.
“You. Bed. Now,” Asher huffs when we finally pull away, our foreheads touching. My lips tingling from his.
I don’t speak. I turn on my heel and move toward the doorway. As much as he wants this, I want it too. I’ve been aching to feel him inside me again, pumping and pulsing. Filling me.
“God you’re so fucking sexy,” he rasps from behind me, stopping me in my tracks again. My entire body erupts in goosebumps. “A goddess.”
I hear something fall to the ground and turn in time to see him striding toward me, bare feet smacking against the floor with each stride. My breath lodges in my throat when I see that weapon between his legs pointed at me.
Good lord, it’s thick. And when he closes the gap between us, it slides up against my belly, slick and throbbing and so hard.
“Fuck the bedroom,” he growls against my neck before sinking his teeth gently against my skin. “I need you now.”
He grabs my ass with both hands and lifts me effortlessly into the air as I slot my legs around his body. My back hits the wall seconds later and his hands find my breasts, cupping and massaging me as he thrusts against me.
“Fucking need to worship your body.”
My nails dig into his back as I moan, frissons of pleasure rolling through me. What is this man doing to my body? Is it possible for skin to orgasm? I’ve felt nothing like this before. Every raspy word from his lips, every caress of my skin with his lips, fingers, and cock gives me a headrush.
His lips find my throat. That tongue of his comes next, drawing a line across my skin as I feel my nipples tighten and tighten and my entire body throbs.
He exhales harshly as he pulls away. “Your taste is intoxicating.”
“And your lips are addictive,” I breathe, sliding my hands across his face and kissing him.
God, I love it. The way his lips seal against mine and his tongue roves in my mouth, owning it.
His thrusting becomes erratic. Harder. Faster. And then he lifts me higher, angling my hips until I feel the length of him slide against my folds, forcing me to break our seal.
“You’re distracting me,” he rasps, pressing his lips against my neck.
I snort. “I didn’t mean to.”
Up and down. Up and down. Each time his cock slides against my clit, it feels like I’m going to burst.
“Not all distractions are unwelcome. But right now…” His cock stops sliding against me and I feel the tip pressing into me. Pushing. Nudging. Urging me open. “I need to feel your pussy strangle my cock.”
I open my mouth to respond but it’s lost as he breaks through the last bit of resistance.
“Lilah,” Asher moans into the crook of my neck as he pushes deeper, filling me up. “You’re so tight. So wet.” In and out. He increases his pace, each thrust inching deeper inside me. Hitting spots no man but him has ever hit and electrifying my body as I cling to the hard plane of his back.
“You’re.” Grunts and thrusts. I can hardly get more than a word out as he keeps pumping me against the wall. “Huge.”
“Your pussy was made for my cock. Perfect fit. Perfect…perfuck!”
I’ve never been taken like this before. Not even our first night was like this. He was measured and in control. Not like this. There’s no semblance of control as he thrusts into me. Grunting. Huffing. Hands all over my body. Lips on my breasts. My neck. Everywhere that’s in reach.
“Asher,” I moan, nails digging into him as he finds the perfect rhythm. “Like that.”
“Need to feel you come,” he growls into my skin as his fingers dig into my ass. “Need to…” he grits out before sliding his hand to my lips and I take his fingers into my mouth.
“Fuck, baby. Missed this.”
Asher’s sac slams against my ass as he makes me his. My body twisted into knots, coiled tighter than my legs around his waist.
“I love you, Lilah,” Asher whispers into my skin.
