Page 169 of The Sidekick

“No panties?” His voice is low and he swallows hard. “Were you going to tease me, angel?”

I shake my head quickly, words stuck in my throat. This is not a man to tease and walk away.

“You’re going to let me have everything, then?” It’s like he’s reading my mind. My earlobe is between his teeth a second later for a soft bite.

“Yes,” I whisper back. Whatever magic this is, I want it. I want it all.

“So sweet to me. I’m going to make you cum all night, angel. You’re going to need your strength.”

I whimper as the next bite tries to stick. My thighs spread wider without permission. As soon as I swallow, his hand is over my mound. He bites my neck, leaving another mark.

“Your pussy is so swollen and pretty. The way you tightened down on my fingers. I want that again. I could still smell you when I got home. It was torture. I fucked my fist twice before I broke and called you.” He chuckles, but the sound is strained by a groan as his fingers settle between my lower lips, feeling the pooled heat there. “You’re soaked for me. I want to feel this all over my cock.”

Now the small morsels are worth slow rubs over my clit that make my hips restless and shallow dips of his fingers to gather more moisture to spread over my folds. He moves his hips against me, groaning while his legs tense and relax over and over with every sound.

“Almost done, angel. You’re perfect, being so good for me,” he pants at my ear and I whimper. The dang food should be all gone! Why did he cut the pieces so small?

“Please,” I squirm to get his caress where I want it. I need his fingers deeper, the touch on my clit harder. Just something!

“Are you on birth control?” The words sound wrenched out of him as he asks.

I nod frantically as I chew and swallow. Getting the IUD is no longer a stupid, wasteful decision. Yay!

“I want to fuck you raw. I want to feel every drop of this,” his fingers dip farther inside than before. My hips jerk up to try and force them deeper. “I don’t want anything between us. Do you want that?”

“Yes. Now,” I try to demand, but the words come out so breathless I can barely understand it.

“When we’re done here, I’m going to fill you with cum over and over again. I’ve wanted to fill your pussy up for weeks.”

I nod my head hard because that sounds like heaven to me. “Please. I want it. I want all of it.”

I’m rewarded with another bite and his fingers finally thrust into me. I lose track of the food as my body undulates against him, chasing the orgasm he’s promised me. He’s been working me up long enough that it crashes through me within three thrusts. I moan helplessly as my thighs draw up and shake, my feet rubbing restlessly at his calves.

“You’ve got me addicted to how you cum for me. The way you fall apart and the sounds you make.” He doesn't stop the quick thrust of his fingers, prolonging the orgasm until I'm crying out and clamping my legs shut desperately to force him to still. I want to keep his hand there forever, but I need a second to catch my breath.

He pulls his hand free and I whimper at the loss. I hear him suck his fingers clean with a low moan, then he's standing. I stumble and his arms wrap around my waist to hold me steady as he pants.

"Open your eyes and let go now, angel."My arms drop limply at my sides, but I press myself against him swaying my hips as I rub against his erection. I want more. I want everything he promised me.

"Arms up."I barely have time to complete the motion before my dress is pulled over them and tossed to the side.

"Get your ass in the bedroom. Now," his voice has gone rough over the words, making me weak.

His restraint splintering spurs me into action. I practically run to obey. His heavy steps follow me closely as clothing rustles and gets thrown somewhere behind me. I stop at the edge of the bed and his hand grips my bicep, spinning me to face him. He grips my throat and kisses me hard enough to bruise, sliding his tongue inside to tangle with mine. Just as I'm ready to melt into him, he draws back and pushes me to land on the mattress.

The move stuns me enough that I lie there in a stupor as he drops to his knees, grips the underside of each thigh, and pulls my butt to the edge.

"Grip the sheets," he rasps out as he settles my calves over his shoulders.

I clench my fingers and open my mouth to say something, but the words are torn right out of my head as he grips my hips, hefting me up to meet his mouth. What comes out is a thin wail as he settles in with vigor. There's no hesitation or shy questions. He goes for it. And he's a God at it. He has a manual on me somewhere. That has to be it.

Rational thought disappears with a wave as I writhe on the sheets, breathless and sweating as he pulls another orgasm from spasming flesh with firm flicks of his tongue over my clit. He doesn't stop there or even pause as his fingers join his talented tongue. My body feels possessed as it moves without any instruction from me. I'm squeezing his head between my thighs and crying out roughly as he continues. His teeth nip me and another orgasm shocks through me, leaving me trying to take in air as my lungs seize. My body drops limply onto the bed as he finally relents. I can’t get any part of me to move as my mind sloshes around without settling on a single thought.

“Scoot up, angel. I need you.” Asher’s teeth pinch my inner thigh. I suddenly have the strength to push myself up the mattress to make room for him. He licks his lips and laughs breathlessly as the blankets bunch underneath me. My stupid hands won’t let go of them!

I take in his body as he stands. His hands are fisted at his sides, his chest heaving for air. His erection is long and flushed angrily as it hits his belly, framed by flowers that loop over his hip bones to run down his thighs. The sight makes my core clench over nothing, begging to be filled.

“Let go and balasana for me.”

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