Page 6 of Let Me Love You

Her smile softens as she leans against my palm, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. Her dainty little hands trail up my bare thighs, and she slowly rubs the base of my cock.

“I love it when you look at me like this,” Ash whispers. Her eyes hold mine hostage as she licks her palm from heel to fingertips. Then, she teases me again, her pace slow and steady. With a groan, my veins flood with heat as her thumb rubs over the head. She gathers my precum and fists my cock a little harder. “Like I’m the only girl in the world.”

“You don’t have to be on your knees to be the only girl in the world for me,” I remind her. My restraint is already close to snapping even though she’s barely touched me.

Her eyes crinkle with amusement. “I know. It’s what makes me want to be here.” Her lips are soft as they ghost over the head of my cock. She opens her mouth more and takes me in further, her eyes never leaving mine. I gaze at the mirror hanging from the closet door as she bobs up and down. My abs flex. The sight is hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced.

“Fuck,” I groan, cupping her cheek and forcing my hands to stay rooted. All I want to do is grab the back of her head and thrust. Harder. Deeper. Meld our souls until we’re one.

As if she can read my mind, she pulls off of me, but her hands continue their assault. “Are you holding back?”

“Trying to be a gentleman,” I grit out.

“While I appreciate it, I’m gonna need you to let go, Colt Thorne,” she chides, using her tutor voice. The sound turns me on even more. “We wouldn’t want to waste all the hot water, would we? After all, you’re dirtying me up pretty good, don’t you think?”

My amusement turns into another groan as she dives back in. Her tongue finds my slit and plays with it. When she takes me deeper, my eyes almost roll back in my head. I force myself to watch, enjoying the show too much to miss a moment. The way her cheeks are hollow and flushed. The way her hips shift slightly, hinting she’s as turned on as I am. The way her hair is pushed away from her face. Fucking beautiful. My balls tighten against her touch as she rolls them in her hand and tugs softly on the sack.

I drop my head back and stare up at the ceiling.

“You trying to kill me, Sunshine?” I ask through gritted teeth.

She doesn’t answer, sucking me harder.

Yeah.

She’s trying to kill me.

Unable to take it anymore, I grab her head and force myself into her mouth, giving into her game and letting go of the last of my restraint. I pump my hips faster and faster. She takes every inch, allowing me to use her. Own her. Body and soul. Heat spreads to my balls as I stare at our reflection one more time.

She’s the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

And she’s all mine.

“Gonna come,” I warn her, letting go of her head and fisting my hands at my sides. But she doesn’t back off. Doesn’t pull away. She swallows me whole, tugging on my balls until I come down her throat.

Hard.

As I catch my breath, Ash stands up and wipes at the corner of her mouth. I grab the back of her neck and pull her into me, kissing the shit out of her.

“What you do to me…” I murmur against her lips. “You have no fucking clue.”

“Glad the feeling’s mutual.” She pecks my lips again. “Now, I think you owe me a hot shower, mister.”

Without another word, I open the glass door and guide her into the shower. The hot water cascades over us, turning her skin a perfect shade of pink within seconds. Her favorite shampoo sits next to my body wash on the marble shelf, and I grab it, lathering it in my hands. I dig my fingers into her scalp, massaging her soft blonde hair as she closes her eyes.

“Mmm…feels so good,” she murmurs.

Her head falls back, and I continue drawing small circles with my fingertips along her scalp. I help her rinse it, and as the suds stream down her back and over her round ass, I’m reminded of how lucky I am to call her mine. The realization isn’t new, but I still find it hard to believe she chose me and gave me a chance after all the shit she’s been through.

“Face me,” I order.

My back blocks the water from striking her face as she turns around. I squirt some conditioner in my hand and comb it through to her blonde ends, allowing her to relax while I pamper her the way she deserves. She doesn’t say a word. Simply rests her head against my bare chest as I take care of her.

“Love you,” she breathes out.

The words never get old. And neither do her quiet sighs of contentment. It’s a nice break from the anxiety hounding her lately. I wish I could quiet her thoughts this easily every day instead of watching the anxiousness eat her alive.

Over the last year or so, she’s gotten used to being dragged through the mud. For some reason I still don’t understand, the paparazzi, women, and die-hard hockey fans have decided Ashlyn’s conned her way into my heart. That she stole me or some shit. That if it wasn’t for her, I’d be on the market, and any old puck bunny would have a chance with me.

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