Page 110 of Beneath the Desert Bloom
He sat up with her still in his lap, hands gripping her thighs now, spreading her wider. He leaned down and bit her mark gently, just enough to make her gasp. His mouth traced the line from neck to clavicle. His cock pulsed beneath her, twitching upward, rubbing against the place where she needed him most.
She was soaked, dripping onto him, her inner thighs shining.
Asher stared at her cunt like it was the altar of a forgotten god.
“I’ve never seen anything so…”
He didn’t finish. He just reached down and spread her open with both thumbs, watching the way she pulsed, wet and glowing. His fingers trembled.
Nora grabbed his cock and lined it up—thick, hot, veined and ridged, nearly too big—and pressed the head to her entrance.
She didn’t hesitate.
She took him.
The stretch was brutal.
Slow.
Holy.
Her body opened in inches. She gasped as he entered her—one inch, two, three, the ridges dragging against her walls in a way that made her vision stutter.
“Oh fuck—”
Asher’s hands gripped her hips so hard they’d bruise.
“You feel—too much—too perfect—”
She dropped further, crying out now, thighs shaking. Her cunt clenched around him like it didn’t want to let him go. She was so full she could barely breathe.
When she bottomed out, fully seated, every inch of him inside her, they both froze.
She was glowing now. Belly to breasts, throat to thighs. Her mark pulsed like a second heart. His cock twitched inside her, ridged and too big and perfect.
“You feel—” he groaned. “Nora, you feel like home.”
She moved.
A slow rock of her hips, back and forward, and the friction made them both curse. The ridges along his shaft dragged against her inner walls. She ground her clit against the base of him. Her eyes fluttered closed.
He thrust up once—hard.
She shouted.
“Do that again,” she gasped.
He did.
She rocked her hips once more, the length of him buried impossibly deep inside her, and felt the whole world stutter.
Her cunt clenched reflexively, and Asher’s grip on her hips tightened, his huge, shaking hands pressing into the meat of her thighs like he didn’t trust himself not to break her. His back arched, jaw clenched so hard his teeth bared. His whole body was trembling with restraint.
And it wasn’t enough anymore.
Nora rolled her hips again, slower this time, letting the ridges along the underside of his cock drag against every swollen, aching nerve inside her. The pressure was unbearable in the best way, her body full, stretched to its limits, pulsing with need. Each movement sent a fresh rush of wetness drip down between them, coating his shaft, her thighs, the earth.
She planted her hands against his chest, one flat palm over the space where his heart pulsed slow and seismic beneath bark and bone, and rode him.
