Page 72 of Irresistibly Risky

“More.”

I shake my head, but then he starts moving his hips, thrusting up just as I thrust down, and holy fuck, that’s deep. So deep that I swear, I feel him in my uterus. We moan together, and then he does it again, setting a pace. Moving faster. Forcing me to do the same in order to keep up. I’m bouncing on him as he pistons his powerful hips and cock into me until I’m utterly lost to everything other than what he’s doing to me.

Our tongues rub and tangle and fight, lost in the rhythmic, mind-bending pleasure. His hand abandons my breast, and his thumb starts rubbing my clit in earnest. Sweet, tight circles with a delicious amount of pressure that has me scraping my nails down his arms. That has me grinding harder against his cock and fingers, wrapping myself around him as I lose my ability to move on my own.

“I’m… Asher, I’m…”

I can’t finish that, as I’m sideswiped by my orgasm. It raids through me like a thief, stealing the air from my lungs and muscle control from my limbs. All I can do is hold on and press deeper.

Asher watches me come on him as he growls and groans and grunts, but I don’t think he’s coming with me. A point he proves as suddenly arms move, legs shift, and then he has me on all fours with him kneeling behind me. He spanks my ass and then slides right back inside my swollen, wet heat.

“Goddamn, Wynter. How fucking tight is your pussy? Do you feel that? The way you’re still clamping down on me?”

“Yes,” I cry because I feel everything. I just came, but I already feel like I could again.

“Fuck, you feel incredible.” He drives into me, surging with all the power in his strong thighs. “Ahhh. God, yes. Fucking perfect.”

His hands roam along my back and my sides, swooping around to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples. All the while he fucks me, his sweaty chest against my back, his mouth by my ear, whispering words I can hardly make out. His body smacks into mine, the sound filling the room along with his unrestrained grunts.

Every time he slides out, I whimper, needing him to fill me up again. And he does. He doesn’t stop or slow his pace. I twist my head over my shoulder and catch him staring down at where he’s fucking me. It’s unbelievably hot. The concentration lining his forehead and the unbridled lust burning his eyes and cheeks.

He notices me looking and smirks, his grip on my hip tightening as he plunges in as deep as he can go and then swivels his hips in a circle. My eyes instantly roll back in my head, and I cry out, rocking against him.

“Again?”

“Please. That…”

He does it again, and I feel my orgasm building, picking up speed and heat like a blowtorch. I lower myself to my forearms, my head dipping between my shoulders, and dare him to take me deeper. He does without hesitation, his body trembling behind me as he gets closer and closer to his release.

“I want to feel you come inside me,” I tell him, and he smacks my ass again.

“You want my cum, my filthy queen? If I could fuck you without this condom, I’d have you dripping my cum for days. I’d rub it all over your clit, using it as lube until you came with it. I’d ring it around your asshole and then shove it deep inside there too. You’d be so full of me and then I’d fuck you again and give you more.”

My eyes pinch tight and I feel my pussy clenches around him at the image he’s painting for me.

“For now, I’ll give it to you like this, but only after you come for me again. Rub your clit, Wynter. Rub yourself while I fuck you.” He picks up his pace, making sure his huge cock hits that spot inside me, and I reach between my spread thighs and find my clit. I start rubbing myself with abandon, and between that and his cock hitting my G-spot, I quickly tumble over the edge a second time.

I scream into the comforter, my fist balling up the fabric as wave upon wave shocks through.

“Fuck! Wynter!” he bellows, his hand on my hip bruising as he grips me. His hips jerk, his cock throbs, and he stiffens as he comes inside me with my name on his lips, shooting everything he has until we’re both spent.

He pulls out of me, quickly discardes the condom, and then he’s back, bringing us both under the covers and dragging me into his chest on his good side. His fingers stroke reverently through my hair, gently uncoiling any tangles he snags on.

“I’m really glad you had a nightmare tonight.”

I laugh, my body shaking against his. “I bet you are. You finally got your do-over. But don’t think this means it’ll be a regular thing. The sex wasn’t that good.”

He cups my jaw in his hand and drags my eyes up to his. “Nice try. But the sex was that good, and this will be a regular thing.”

“Was it… was it okay for you?” I hate how I sound insecure or vulnerable. I don’t mean to, and that’s not what this is. It’s more of a curiosity because it’s hard to be into sex when the sex is boring and not all that great. But part of me always wondered if sex was that way because I wasn’t all that great at it.

His eyebrows bounce. “Okay for me? No. It wasn’t okay for me. That was life-changing, never-going-back, best-sex-of-my-life sex.” His fingers trace my jaw. “Try this with me, Wynter. I know it’s risky. I know there’s too much at stake. But life’s too short not to take that risk and see where it can lead you. Do that with me. Please.”

This man and that word. Still, it’s not like I stood a chance anyway. I was his the moment I walked into his room and put on his shirt. Or maybe it was the night he cleaned up the cut on my face and then held me till I fell asleep.

I knew it was only a matter of time.

So, I say, “I’ll try. But this doesn’t affect Mason if it doesn’t work out.”

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