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“I don’t want to come in your mouth,” I tell her. “I need to come in you.”
I pull her back up and kiss her, showing her my appreciation, my hand slipping beneath her dress to find her warm, wet heat. I slide my finger beneath her panties, dragging it against her before I push it inside of her without any preamble. Her head slams against the door, her body clenching around me like she’s already close.
“This is mine,” I tell her.
Her eyes flash. She likes it. Fuck, I like it too. We both know it’s a lie. I’m the owned one here. But if my girl wants to feel my possession, I’ll give that to her. I slide a second finger inside of her, my cock delighting in her tightness.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yours. Just yours.”
I can’t wait. I don’t want to. I yank her dress up higher, fist my cock, and she wraps her leg around my waist like she was made to do it.
“You want this?” I ask her, my voice rough as I drag myself against her. “You want me to fuck you against the door like you’ve been aching for me all day?”
Her eyes burn into mine. “Oh God yes.”
I push into her with one deep thrust and we both cry out. Her nails dig into my shoulders, her mouth falling open, her eyes full of heat. I capture her lips with mine.
“You like this, baby?” I murmur against her. “You like being fucked like you’re owned?”
She nods, her grip on my shoulders tightening, like she needs this as badly as I do.
“More,” she begs. “Harder.”
“Ask nicely,” I murmur, thrusting into her again.
“Please,” she moans. “God, Asher, please.”
The way she says my name almost makes me come. I kiss her again, devouring the sounds from her mouth. Her body shudders with every thrust of my hips. I feel her getting closer, feel the flutter of her walls around my cock.
“I’m gonna… I can’t…Asher…” she cries out.
“You can,” I rasp, slipping my hand between us to rub her clit. “Come all over my cock, baby. Let me feel it.”
She splinters into pieces, her legs trembling, her mouth moaning against my neck. She squeezes around me and I lose it, pounding into her one last time as I come hard, spilling inside of her in long, hot bursts, her name a growl on my lips. It’s sofucking exquisite I see white stars behind my eyes. It’s never felt this good. This raw.
The motion light flickers on above us, casting our shadows long and wide across the porch.
We’re both panting, slick with sweat and sex, using the door to hold us up, when I go to pull out.
And fuck.“I’m not wearing a condom.” My eyes widen. How the fuck could I be so irresponsible? “Jesus, Francie. I’m sorry. I?—”
She smiles at me, looking all soft and sated. “It’s okay. I’m on birth control. And I’m clean.”
But it’s not okay. I’m a thirty-six year old man. I never have sex without a condom. Fucking hell, protection is my job. The very least I can do is practice safe sex with the woman who steals my breath away.
“I’m clean too,” I murmur, brushing the hair from her face. “Next time I’ll remember.”
“Next time you’ll remember that I like you just like this,” she whispers. “I want all of you.”
My heart does a double thud against my ribcage. But I don’t argue. What this woman wants, she gets, that’s the honest truth of it.
And she already has all of me.
ASHER
I’m leaning over the security console at the hotel the next day when my phone vibrates with a message. And because I’ve decided to actually stop being an asshole and answer Francie’s messages when she sends them, I pull it out right away, onlypartly grimacing when I realize it’s the Fitzgerald family group chat.
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