Page 128 of Endless Anger
Slumping, I ease myself off Asher’s face. Heat tinges my cheeks with the way his lips and chin glisten with my arousal, and a fire burns low in my belly.
Sliding out from beneath me, he tosses a pillow where his body just was, and flips me onto it. I glance at him over my shoulder as he moves behind me and cry out when he plunges a finger inside my pussy.
He runs his free hand over my ass, flicking me. “My name looks fucking delightful right here. Maybe we should get it tattooed.”
I snort. “Hard pass.”
“Fine. Get used to me writing it on you every time I’ve got you naked in my bed then.”
With the back of his hand, he wipes his mouth and starts stroking me. My toes curl, and I spread my legs wider to give him better access.
“I’m going to fuck you.” The way he says it feels less like a warning and more like a simple fact. Not that I’d be protesting, regardless.
Less than a second later, he’s rubbing my clit and pushing the head of his cock against my opening. This time as he slides in, he goes much faster, ramming to the hilt before I can suck in a breath. I’m so turned on, though, that it doesn’t seem to matter; the fit, while still snug as hell, only stings for a moment before I’m overwhelmed with thefullness.
Dropping my forehead to the mattress, I let out a desperate moan as he begins moving, sawing in and out, his cock massaging my inner muscles until I can’t breathe. He places a palm on my lower back, then reaches for my hip, drawing me closer to him so my ass is angled higher.
“Your pussy is so goddamn tight, pup. Makes me wanna blow my whole load seeing it swallow my dick like this.” He talks through clenched teeth, and I feel a drop of sweat drip onto my skin.
Him saying he wants to come in me makes my heart pound faster, and my breaths erupt in shorter, furious bursts. I’m panting, and I manage to shove one of my hands between me and the mattress, playing with my clit while he continues his sensual assault, his grunts filling my ears like an erotic tune.
“Tell me this feels amazing,” he insists, his lips brushing the back of my neck.
Somehow, he’s everywhere at once, invading my senses until my entire world is justhim.
“Soamazing. You fuck me so good,” I blurt between moans. “Please,pleasedon’t stop.”
“Fucking—shit.”
Reaching under me, he fans his fingers out on my abdomen, and the dual pressure from the top and bottom, mixed with the brutality of his thrusts, has me coming again in minutes, burying my face in the bedsheets.
At the last second, again, he yanks his cock from me with a pained groan, and his cum splashes against my ass, trickling between my cheeks.
“We are in trouble,” he mutters, trailing kisses up my spine. “I’m getting addicted to being inside you.”
I roll over, giving him a small grin. “I see no issue with that personally.”
He wraps me up in the sheet and takes me to the communal bathroom down the hall, where we fuck two more times, despite my certainty that someone is in there listening to us. Asher just places his palm over my mouth when he slides into me, bucking and grinding until we’re both coming against the dirty shower stall.
We clean ourselves after that, although since we didn’t stop off anywhere, I have to use the shampoo and body wash he has stashed behind a loose tile. Standing in front of the sinks, I comb through my hair with my fingers, and Asher comes up behind me, resting his chin on top of my head.
Tugging at my towel, he pulls a corner down just enough to expose my breast, kneading it before pinching my nipple. I shove my ass into his dick, and he matches the motion, pinning me against the counter.
“Asher,” I breathe, bracing myself.
“Sorry,” he says into my neck, inhaling. “You’ve never smelled like me before. It makes me want to bend you over and do bad things.”
“This is awfully forward of someone I’ve yet to decide if I’ve forgiven or not,” I tell him, cocking an eyebrow.
He sighs. “The ten grand for the shelter wasn’t enough?”
“My dad once changed all the furniture in his house and office tomatch my mom’s hair color.Andheboughther a whole shelter.” Spinning around, I slide my palms up his chest, wiping away the water droplets painting them. “Your contribution was noted and appreciated but only a start.”
Leaning down, he cups my cheeks, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to my lips. His nose ring is cool on my skin as he rubs his face against mine. “How many points does a good old-fashioned apology get me?”
I tilt my head, considering. “Three, depending on how good the apology is.”
“If I say I’m sorry while my cock is buried in you?”
