Page 74 of Irresistibly Risky

Her hands cup my face, deepening the kiss, and then she’s moving, flipping over, her perfect fucking ass in the air, and I can’t stop myself from admiring it with my mouth and my hands.

“Asher, I want you inside me. Now.” Her head swivels over her shoulder, and that look in her eyes is my total undoing. But I don’t want to fuck her on the bed, and I don’t want to fuck her on all fours. We’ve done that. And we’ll do it again a thousand more times at least, but right now I want to keep exploring. I want to try something new with her.

Climbing off the bed, I snatch a condom out of my nightstand drawer and then take her hand. She gives me a curious look but doesn’t question me as I guide her to the sliding door that leads to the balcony off my bedroom. I unlock the door and then slide it open.

“What the hell?!” She tries to jerk her hand free of mine, only I grip it tighter and turn back to face her.

“Trust me?”

“I thought I did.”

I grin. “No one will see you. The walls are thick and high, and the building next to mine has no balconies. I want to fuck you as the sun rises over Boston.”

“You’re sure no one will see me?”

I cup her face in my hand and layer my lips with hers. “I’d never let that happen. I’d never risk your safety or comfort for anything.”

With a nervous nod, she lets me lead her out into the cool morning air. Whispering kisses of light trickle along her pale skin, making her glow like a radiant angel. Like an ethereal being, and I wrap my arms around her, tucking her chest against mine and then lowering us onto the chaise. We’re surrounded by stone, tucked into an alcove of privacy, but we can both hear the sounds of the awakening city, ready to start its Monday.

I’d love to stand her up and fuck her as she stares down at the street, but maybe that’s a game to play at night.

I roll the condom on, and then she lowers herself onto me. But instead of having her sit up and ride me, I bring her back down against my chest, her legs pressed together between mine as she settles perfectly over my cock.

“It’ll be tight,” I warn, and then groan just thinking about it. My good hand slings around her chest, fondling one full breast. And then I sink inside of her. Thrusting up, I angle my hips skyward, shoving myself in deeper. It steals her breath and makes her nails dig into my thigh. “You okay?”

“Yes. Don’t stop. I love the feeling of being full of you.”

My eyes pinch shut, and I blow out an uneven breath before I shoot my load this second. Wynter Hathaway is nothing if not candid and unapologetically honest, and I don’t even think she realizes half the time just what a weapon that is, but fuck. It absolutely rips me apart time and time again.

“Then you better hold on because I’m going to fill you up so good, you’ll feel what my cock did to you every time you move today.”

My cock slides in, hitting her front wall with every fierce pound, rough as it meets resistance with our positions and keeps going. Her whole body is hot against mine, and her nipples are hard, and her pussy is like fucking magic with how it chokes my cock. My nose runs along her jaw, inhaling her sweet scent until I’m by her ear.

I press her deeper against my chest, my hips pistoning into her with all the strength I have in my thighs and ass. Her breathing is ragged, her hands gripping my thighs, and then I take the hand on her breast and slide it up and up until I’m wrapping my fingers around her neck.

“Tell me if this is too much.”

Her grip on my thighs is crushing, and I know I’m pushing her past her point of comfort. I know I’ve taken control from her—something she thrives on—and am playing not just with that but with her ability to breathe. It’s a lot. I’m fucking her outdoors, and I’m fucking her hard, and it’s tight, and now I have my hand on her neck.

One of her hands flees my thighs and goes for the one I have wrapped around her neck. I expect her to pull my fingers away. I expect her to shake her head and tell me it’s too much and that she’s not the type of girl who would be into that.

What I don’t expect is for her to cover my hand and squeeze, indicating that’s what she wants me to do. With a feral growl, I sink my teeth into the soft flesh just below her ear, and then I squeeze her throat as I continue to pound into her.

She makes a noise and then swallows. The feel of her throat constricting and her muscles working beneath my palm drives me mad. I’ve never done this before with a woman, and I tell her that. I tell her this is another first for us and that makes her moan and clench.

Sweat covers me from head to toe, my body buzzing with endorphins and adrenaline and whatever the hell else it can throw at me. I never thought it was sexy to restrict breathing, and I’m not even sure why I’m doing it now with her other than it makes me feel like I’m collaring her. Like it’s my ultimate form of possession and that if we can do this—trust each other with this—then we can do anything.

I’m her prince and her villain.

Her hero and her captor.

It turns my already hard cock into steel, and I pant in her ear as I fuck her like a man possessed while I restrict her breathing to the point where her moans become raspy, whispered cries. I cross my ankles over her shins, restricting her ability to move even more, having her at my total mercy.

I control how I fuck her. I control what she takes. I control how she breathes.

It’s a total head trip and a mind fuck and something so new and forbidden and wild for me that I start to tremble with how my body reacts to it. With how good she feels.

“You belong to me,” I grunt. “My beautiful queen.”

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