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Urging him to lift his hips, Everly strips the boxers off and momentarily gapes at the size of him. It’s been a while for her, but she doesn’t remember others being this large. Blinking, she flicks her eyes up to see he’s tucked one hand behind his head, causing his biceps to bunch obscenely on the pillow, and his lips are pulled up on one side, a knowing glint in his eyes. He’s truly not playing fair.

Everly swallows and licks her lips, turning back to the glorious view of his cock jutting up at her. She leans down and pauses, her breath skating over him, his cock twitching in response. Then she flattens her tongue against the vein running up the underside and looks up into his eyes as she licks him from base to tip, then swirls her tongue around his head before sucking it into her mouth. His smirk drops as his eyes darken and his hand clenches next to him, veins in his forearms and neck popping with tension.

She hollows her cheeks as she pulls back and he jerks up onto an elbow, his other hand fisting in her hair.

“Holy fuck, Ever.”

She hardly recognizes his voice between the smoke inhalation causing it to be more gravelly than normal, and the low timbre it’s taken on over the last few minutes. Her core clenches and she closes her eyes as she squeezes her legs together and pushes down on him again, taking him to the back of her throat.

He jerks in her mouth, and she hums approvingly. His fisted hand in her hair yanks hard, pulling her off him with a pop, and Everly looks up to see the breath sawing in and out of his lungs. They lock eyes and she freezes, her entire body clenching at the raw need on his face.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

BEFORE SHE CAN so much as twitch a muscle, he’s scooping her in his arms and rolling her underneath him. Everly’s legs spread to cradle his hips between hers, their breath ragged with need.

Asim plants his elbows on either side of her face, and somehow her wrists are in his hands, pushed into the pillow above her head. She tips her face to look up at him, seeing his eyes searching her.

“Protection?” he asks, his accent punching out, making his voice sound harsh with want, and Everly shakes her head.

“Birth control. I don’t want anything between us," she says and he closes his eyes, another groan reverberating through his chest at her words.

He releases her wrists before pulling her hands up further until she feels the wood of the headboard above her.

“Hands on the headboard, gorgeous," he says.

Her body floods with desire and she can’t get enough oxygen into her lungs. Asim smooths the head of his cock between her pussy lips, slicking himself up as he rubs himself against her clit.

Everly writhes underneath him, angling her hips up as he starts to push into her. She wants it all, and she wants it now.

“Patience," he says. “I’ll give you what you need, I promise.”

She can’t help it though. Everly stills for a moment, but as soon as he starts pushing in again, she wants moreand her body arches into him, trying to find the seemingly never ending length of him as she lifts her head to suck on his neck at the same time.

Her head sinks back into the pillow as his hand loosely circles the base of her throat and her eyes widen when he pins her down.

“I want to see you when I take you. I want to feel you clench around my cock, and I want to watch you come as I fill you up.” His voice rumbles into her.

She swallows against his hand and his pupils dilate when he feels it. Everly’s lungs stutter as he starts moving again, easing into her wet heat.

“But I willnothurt you, so be patient," he says, baring his teeth as he forces himself to go slowly.

Everly tries her best not to push him. She presses her hands into the headboard above her, feeling the scrape of the wood against her palms as her breasts heave with every shallow breath.

“God," he says. “You’re so tight, Ever. So perfectly tight and wet for me. Fuck," he mutters obscenities in both English and Arabic as he takes her, and it sets her blood on fire. Her pulse hammers through her as his cock slides in and in and in. Every inch is torture and bliss and she whimpers when he stills.

“You can take it," he says, pulling out and then sliding in again. “Almost there.”

Everly does her best to breathe and relax under him, to let him in. His weight pressing her into the mattress, his biceps flexing above her, and his hardness filling every empty space inside her is heavenly agony. She needs him to move, to pound into her, tofuckher.

Finally with the next thrust, she feels his hips flush against hers and his balls hang heavy against her ass.

“That’s my good girl," he says.

Asim leans back, stroking a gentle hand down her body, over her peaked nipple, his gaze hot as he follows with his eyes until he’s looking down at their joined bodies.

“Look at you," he says, pulsing himself in and out of her. “You’re perfect.”

It’s all Everly can do in this moment to remind herself to breathe.

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