Page 83 of Rejected By My Stepbrother Alpha
His warm hands were all over me as our lips moved together. I moaned into his mouth as his hands slid down my back and under my shirt. His tongue flicked against mine, and Asher’s hands traveled up my back.
His touch sent a shiver up my spine, and I pulled away just enough to tear off my shirt.
I wasn’t wearing a bra.
Asher’s eyes darkened with desire as he stared at my breasts. My nipples hardened under his stare, and I squeezed my legs together, trying to relieve the ache between my thighs.
“Get back over here,” he ordered and wrapped a hand around my waist, pulling me flush against his body.
We began to kiss again, and I nipped at his lower lip.
He growled with pleasure and cupped my breast, rubbing my nipple with his thumb. His mouth tasted like red wine and sweet honey. Asher’s usual scent of cut wood was even more apparent thanks to the fire burning beside us. My head swam as my senses overwhelmed me.
How could a kiss feel this good?
I needed to be closer to him. The bond between us was loud and demanding. With a frustrated groan, I climbed into his lap and bucked my hips, pressing myself against his hard length.
“Ivy,” he muttered, tucking my hair behind my ear and lowering his head to kiss my neck.
He pressed hot kisses against my skin, making me shiver in his lap.
I put my hands on his shoulders, trying to steady myself when I’d never felt so unbalanced.
Our eyes met, and it seemed even more intimate than our kiss.
“Make love to me, Asher,” I whispered before I could talk myself out of it.
His hands tightened around my hips, and he sucked in a sharp breath. “Are you sure?”
I thrust my hips against his dick and put my lips rightbeside his ear. “Yes. I need you, Asher.” I gently bit his earlobe. Then, I trailed my lips down to his neck, flicking my tongue against his warm skin as I gathered the material of his shirt and pulled it off of him. Greedily, I took in his bare chest. His body seemed to be solely made of muscles and hard lines. Desire flooded through me as I reached down and grabbed his hard length through his pants.
“Ivy,” Asher hissed, his eyes widening in surprise.
I pumped his dick as he captured my lips and reached down to stroke my wet center.
“I need you,” I whispered against his mouth.
“Are you wet for me, baby?” he murmured and rubbed my clit. “Is that pretty pussy wet for me?”
“Yes. I always am,” I admitted.
He growled and then stood to his feet, grabbing my ass to keep me from falling. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and I slid down his hard body, growing even more wet as I pressed myself against him.
I took off his pants along with his underwear, and he stepped out of his clothes. My mouth went dry as I stared at his long, hard dick.
With his eyes on mine, he slid off my pants, taking my black thong along with them. He fell to his knees, staring at me, the desire in his eyes making my toes curl.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, his warm breath against my pussy making me shiver. “Can I finger and taste your pussy, Ivy? Can I see how wet you are for me?”
“Yes, please,” I begged.
Asher slowly slid a finger into me, and I let out a low groan that came from deep within my body. His touch made me collapse, but I caught myself on his shoulders.
As he pumped his finger inside my tight center, Asher leaned forward and flicked my clit with his tongue.
“Oh my…” I whispered, biting my lip to keep from screaming.
As he slid his finger in and out of my wet center, I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, pushing his face closer to me. His tongue played with my clit, and I could already feel my orgasm building inside of me.
