Page 71 of Irresistibly Risky

“Yes, and this time I’ll make sure it goes where it’s supposed to.” I dismount my new favorite toy and go for his nightstand. And “wow.” Because I wasn’t prepared for that.

“What?” His head snaps in my direction.

“Just… all this.” I gesture to the open drawer.

“Do you know why I have so many condoms in there?”

“Because you fuck a lot of women?”

He rolls his eyes at my droll tone. “Because I haven’t fucked a lot of women. At least not in a while. Pick a condom, ladies’ choice. Grab some lube if you’re really worried, and hop on my cock.”

“So romantic.”

“Sorry. It’s just that I’m so painfully turned on and I’m…” Consternation strikes a path across his face.

Oh. He doesn’t want a redo of the first time where he came too quickly, and I didn’t come at all.

I grab a condom and then return to him, opening it up and rolling it down over his length. Then with my hand on his good shoulder for balance, I start to lower myself on him. He breathes my name as I slowly sink down, spots of red highlighting his cheeks and his eyes growing bright like twin flames.

“Fuck,” he hisses, blowing out a heavy breath. “Hell. I’m going to die, but at least I’ll die really fucking happy. You okay?” He wheezes when I reach the halfway point and freeze as a slice of pain skates up my spine. He’s shaking. I know it’s killing him to sit here and let me do this. To not thrust up and start pounding into me.

I nod shakily, blowing out an uneven breath, forcing myself to relax. Rising, I then sink back down, going farther and farther each time I do it. “You’re not even in my ass, and it’s this tight of a fit.”

His head falls back and his eyes pinch tight as a pained groan rips from his lungs. “Wynter.” Sweat coats his brow. “A thread. That’s all I’m hanging on by, and then you go and mention me fucking your ass?”

I lean in and whisper by his ear, “Come on. Man up. I told you I’ve never had an orgasm during sex. What did you say about me riding your cock until I came twice? Or…” I bite my lip, giddy and a little nervous. “You’d spank me.”

His eyes flare open, and my primal alpha beast has returned with purpose in his gaze. “Just wait till I’m fully healed. Then I’ll really unleash myself on you. Until then, use me. Fuck me. Learn what feels good and how you like it. If you like it dirty and naughty, awesome. If you like it sweet and playful, that’s great too. Slow, fast, rough, gentle. However you want it, is how I want to give it to you.”

Christ, if that’s not the world’s biggest turn-on, I don’t know what is.

With his eyes on mine, I push myself all the way down until I’m fully seated on him. This man fills me up and then some. I hold still, my muscles testing, squeezing, ripping another groan from him.

He pants. “I can tell you unequivocally, this is the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”

I smile and press my lips to his. “Really? I think we can do better.”

He smacks my ass. Hard. The sound and sting shocking me. “Prove it.”

I slide up and then back down, taking in every inch of him. I do it again, and then on the third time, I slam myself down, shredding both our lungs with moans. How does this already feel better than any sex I’ve ever had? His hand grips my hip, and he drags me back and forth, making my clit rub against his lower abdomen.

My head flies back, and my hand squeezes his shoulder. “Asher.”

“Yes, baby.”

I smile at that. The man is all pet names for me. “Can you use your bad arm?”

“Depends. What do you want me to do with it?”

“Play with my tits.”

“That I can definitely do.”

His hand starts squeezing me, lifting the weight in his hand, and pinching my nipple until it borders on pain. I gasp and then move my hips. Forward and backward, up and down. Using him the way he told me to. My mouth seeks his, our breaths sharp pants against each other’s lips.

“Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?” I whimper breathlessly.

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