Page 47 of Sweet Possession

Before I can blink, he is back between my legs, his finger running up my bare thigh. I shiver at the contact. His thumb lands on my panty-covered clit, and he rubs it. “You’re already fucking soaked for me,” he growls, slipping his fingers beneath the material. I jerk when he makes contact with my sensitive flesh and runs his fingers through my wet folds. He leans in, his hot breath fanning my face. “Your cunt is desperate for me, angel. Desperate to be filled with me.” His dirty words nearly make me combust on the spot. His mouth drops to my neck, where he trails kisses. My pussy throbs with need. Even just kissing me, I think he could get me off. Without notice, he plunges a finger inside me, making me arch my back with how hard he thrusts into me.

“Now, you’re going to be a good girl and stay at school, aren’t you, baby?” He rubs that spot that has me whimpering.

“Yes,” I pant. I would agree to anything right now.

He pulls his fingers out just as my orgasm is about to hit. I curl into myself, looking at him incredulously. “W-what are you doing?” I can’t help the shriek in my voice.

Asher smirks, bringing his finger that was just inside me up to his mouth. He sucks it inside, making a show of licking it clean. “You taste delicious,” he praises before he pushes down his sweats, releasing his thick, long, hard cock. Wrapping his hand around his length, he strokes himself, his eyes never leaving mine.

I lick my lips at the sight of him pleasuring himself. Jesus, he is one hot man. And all mine. Shuffling my way back on the counter, I push up on my elbows, remove my panties, and drop my legs to the sides, opening myself up to him so he can see everything. His eyes drop to my pussy. Reaching down, I run a finger up and down my slit before pushing it inside. I gasp as Asher groans. I pump in and out, my gaze never leaving his. His bicep flexes with every stroke of his hand on his dick. I slide another finger into my pussy, enjoying how Asher’s eyes turn even darker with lust.

It’s all it takes for him to snap. Growling, he releases his cock, closes the distance between us and drags me to the edge of the counter. Knocking my hand away, he lines himself up and thrusts inside me. My eyes roll back at the feel of him, at being stretched by him. I mean, I could have gotten myself off with my fingers, but there is nothing in this world quite like the feeling of Asher’s cock inside me.

“Fuckkk, I don’t think I will ever get used to your tight, wet pussy,” he grunts as he starts to move. He fucks me like a man possessed. Like he wants to climb inside me and never leave. I slide back on the counter from the power of his thrusts. Gripping my thighs, he pulls me to him, holding me in place as his cock hits places so deep inside of me, I see stars.

Releasing my right thigh, he reaches down and thumbs my clit. My stomach tightens with my impending orgasm, and I feel it build from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. “You going to come, angel? You going to cream my cock?” His dirty words are my undoing. My pussy clamps down around him as I come hard, crying out his name.

I slump back on the counter as Asher’s movements turn erratic before he stills, and then I feel it. His cock jerking inside me as he finds his release and pumps me full of his cum. I glance up at him, only to find his eyes between my legs. He pulls out and looks at me with a smirk on his face. “Look at your pussy, swollen from my cock, begging for my seed.” He slides a finger through our combined juices and pushes it inside me. “You want my cum, don’t you, angel? You want my cum inside you, not going to waste because you’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimper. I don’t know why I’m agreeing with him. But I want to please him. To be his good girl. My pussy clenches around his finger.

He smirks, then murmurs, “Your greedy cunt can’t get enough of me.” I sigh in contentment. I can’t deny his words. What he says is the truth. Removing his finger, he straightens my skirt, then maneuvers me into a sitting position. “Go and get cleaned up. We’ll have some dinner and then I’m taking you to the casino.” He places a kiss on my forehead, then pulls me off the counter.

“You’re taking me to the casino?” I can’t contain my excitement.

Asher chuckles. “Yes, angel. Go get ready.”

He doesn’t need to tell me twice. Squealing, I kiss him and then rush out of the kitchen.

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I stride through the casino on Asher’s arms, feeling like a million dollars in a fitted, knee-length, black dress, matching black pumps, and a smile. For the first time in days, I don’t feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders. Coming to a stop at the roped-off area, I notice there is a different guard from the one that was here last time.

“Asher, my man.” The tall, blonde-haired man smiles as he thrusts out his hand for Asher to shake.

“Kroy, how are you doing?” Asher chuckles.

“Can’t complain.” he grunts before his eyes slide to me. “I don’t think I need to ask how you are doing, Ash.” He teases, his gaze moving back to my man, but Asher’s eyes are on me.

“Kroy, this is my girlfriend, Remi.” The pride in Asher’s voice makes my chest tighten. I love him so much.

Kroy takes my hand, and he kisses it. “Nice to meet you, beautiful.”

I pull my hand away but smile. “Likewise.”

“What’s the buy-in tonight?” Asher gets straight to business.

Kroy straightens, his face turning serious. “The front table,” he jerks his head to the table closest to us, “is a ten grand buy-in. The back one is twenty. But I’ll warn you, there are some decent players tonight, Ash. I know you’re good, but the guy in the red shirt,” we glance over to where Kroy’s gaze lands on a short man, “he isgood,Ash. Maybe the best I’ve seen. I don’t even know where he came from, but he only started coming in a couple weeks ago.”

Asher smirks as he pats Kroy’s shoulder. “It’s about time this place got some decent competition.”

Kroy chuckles, shaking his head. “Always so confident.” He looks to me. “I hate to ask, darlin’, but can I see some ID?”

I smile, reaching into my purse. “Of course.” I hand it to him. My fake ID hasn’t let me down yet, and by the look on Kroy’s face, it hasn’t failed this time either.

Kroy reaches for the rope, opening it. “Go on through. Good luck, man.”

We step through, and instead of stopping at the first table like I thought we would, Asher moves to the back table. I pull on his hand to stop him. He stops and glances down at me with a cocked brow. “What’s up, angel?”

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