Page 81 of Gifts

My eyes close. “I’m sorry.”

“Baby.” He fists my hair to get my attention and l look to him. He’s not frowning any longer. His expression is hot and his hold on my hair tightens, pulling my head back, creating access to my neck. His lips land on my collarbone and his words are mumbled on my skin. “I don’t want you to be sorry. I’ll just have to prove it to you.” He tilts my head back and his lips are touching mine when he looks into my eyes. “I’m gonna make you feel so alive, you’ll be begging me to put you out of your misery.”

“Oh shit,” I breathe and close my eyes.

“You asked for it,” he says against my skin and works his way down my body. “You just can’t be too loud.”

And he does exactly what he promised. He memorizes me. Touching every inch of my body, teasing me, making me crazy, driving me mad. I’ve been flipped over twice, tasted, caressed, and so madly seduced, that by the time he settled himself between my legs, I needed to be put out of my misery in the worst way.

A misery so sweet, he has me panting and squirming and begging.

“Asa, I can’t take it anymore.”

His big hands are splayed on the insides of my thighs, pushing my legs high and wide to keep me where he wants me. Torturing me with his tongue, he licks slowly from my entrance to my clit, flicking it once, finally giving me attention where I want it most.

“Not yet.” I feel the breath of his words on me as he laps me one more time.

“Please,” I drawl, trying to move, lift my hips, shift—anything.

I don’t know if he feels sorry for me or if he’s just ready to move things along, but I finally get his mouth—all of it. I try to be quiet, but it’s exactly what I need. I moan and writhe, coming almost instantly as Asa sucks and nips. He lets go of one leg and fills me with three fingers, fucking me as my orgasm slinks over every inch of me.

Because of the out-of-body experience Asa just provided, I feel it when I start coming down. The pounding of my heart reminding me I’m here, I’m more than just a single-mom, a widow, and the owner of more fucking goats than I know what to do with, who’s living with a million unfinished home-improvement projects.

I feel like me and that hasn’t happened for a really long time.

Reaching for him so I can have his touch back, I open my eyes to find him kneeling on the bed. He’s ripping his shirt over his head, and after he tosses it to the floor, his fingers make quick work of his jeans. Pushing them down just enough, I get a good look at him for the first time. I knew his cock was big from how he filled me last night and how I felt where he’d been this morning—and I was right. I can’t tear my eyes away. It’s standing at attention—hard, veined, and bobbing as he leans forward to grab my hand.

“Come here,” he demands and pulls me to him.

I wobble to my knees and move closer to wrap my hands around his length for the first time. He stills under my touch, but I don’t let go.

Dipping his fingers into my now-crazy hair, his voice rumbles, “Just seeing your small hands wrapped around my dick makes me want to explode, baby.”

I lean my head into his hands, and give him a squeeze, milking his cock. Just the feel of him and thinking about him filling me, fucking me, possessing me—has me needy all over again.

His eyes get heavy and he reaches for me under my arms. I could sit here for hours and touch him, but he doesn’t give me the chance. Still kneeling, he drags me up his body. I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist, and with one swift and rough movement, he yanks me down, impaling me.

“Fuck, you feel good.” He holds me to him and I draw my knees up higher to sink farther. Pressing into me, he looks straight into my eyes and promises, “I’ll prove it to you. I swear.”

I wrap my hand around his neck and put my lips to his. “This is enough. Feeling like this, I don’t need more.”

“You think that, but you’re wrong.” He pulls out to pump into me again. “I’ll prove it to you.”

“Just fuck me, Asa. Make me feel alive.” I take a couple deep breaths and mean it with all my heart. “Please.”

He jerks me down hard on his cock and his jaw hardens, his eyes boring into mine. He takes my mouth like I’m his air and he needs it to sustain himself another second. Bending at the waist, we both come down to the bed with a jolt. Asa continues to kiss me, the scruff of his short beard scraping across my face as he starts to pound into me. My nails bite into his shoulders to hold on, every muscle in my legs taut around him to take every delicious thrust.

Just when another orgasm starts to creep up my spine, Asa pulls out and growls, “Turn over.”

I barely have the chance to take in his command, let alone move, when he grabs me by my hips and flips me. Before I know it, I’m on my knees, cheek to the bed with my ass in the air, and he slides back in. Still on his knees between my spread ones, he does just as I asked.

He fucks me.

Hard.

Intense.

Deep. So deep.

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