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He closes his eyes for a second then he pins me with an earnest look.
“We don’t have to go any further.”
My cheeks flush in embarrassment. Okay. That’s not what a girl wants to hear when they’re in the moment. He must read my expression as he speaks again,
“what I should have said is, I’m very much interested in continuing this, but only if that’s what you want. No pressure.”
“I want this.” I whisper. I’m rewarded with one of his kilowatt grins, and I swear if it was possible to bottle this man’s smile, it would sell better than sunshine.
Sitting back, I watch as he deftly unbuckles his belt. Once it’s undone, he unbuttons his trousers, and they fall to his knees.
He isn’t wearing boxer shorts and his cock juts out proudly, long, thick and eager. The head is smooth and glistening with precum and my mouth waters at the sight of it. Asher tugs it slowly, and something about his hand wrapped around it has me almost panting. I want him so badly. Like I’ve never wanted a man before. Seeing him in front of me, hard like that for me, knowing he could have any woman he wants, it does something for my confidence that I don’t have the words for.
Asher passes me his wallet as he continues to tug himself slowly. I find a single condom in the back; I open the packet as he holds himself out for me to cover his hardness. As I roll it down, he tenses so I pause.
“Shit, did I hurt you?”
“No. Fuck no, princess,” he groans, and his voice sounds pained, despite claiming he’s okay. “You’re not hurting me. I just want you so fucking badly right now. I was worried about blowing my load. Can’t have you thinking I’m a one pump chump.”
Blushing at the thought of him losing control over me, I roll the rest of the condom down to the base of his cock and sit back on the seat. Asher pulls me closer to the edge so I’m almost hanging off. I widen my legs to accommodate him, and he positions himself at my entrance.
He rubs his crown over my sensitive clit a couple of times, and just as I think I can't cope with another second of this torture, he notches himself at my entrance and pushes into me in one hard motion. We both gasp as he enters me. He stops and I involuntarily clench around him, never having felt so full before.
Leaning forward, he rests his forehead against mine.
“Calliope. God damn, you feel amazing. You feel like…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, but his eyes lock with mine. “Are you okay?”
I smile and nod. I’m better than okay. It’s perfect. I thought his mouth was good, but this is another level of pleasure. He feels like he’s made for me. I don’t understand why, but it’s undeniable.
“Asher?”
“Yes?” His gaze flicks to mine, concern etched on his face.
“I need you to fuck me now.”
With that, he pulls back and slams into me, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot that has me on edge within moments. The entire time his eyes are locked with mine. It should be uncomfortable, but I can’t look away.
His pupils are blown, surrounded by a thin ring of forest green. His blond hair is unruly for once, hanging down over his forehead as he thrusts into me. I wrap my legs around him tightly, trying to pull him closer. He lifts my leg and the change in angle allows him to reach an even deeper part of me. I try to fight off my orgasm but it’s impossible. I clench around his hard length and as I do, he pants out my name.
“Calliope. Fuck. I…” He shudders, and I feel him find his own release. He groans as he lets some of his weight rest on me. For a couple of minutes, we stay as we are, catching our breath, neither of us in any rush to pull apart.
This is the second time I’ve seen this man come, and it should feel wrong, except it doesn’t. It feels like the start of an addiction I won’t be able to quit.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
ASHER
Callie walks away from the limo and up the steps to her house. I watch her go, unable to take my eyes off her. I’m not sure when my feelings towards her changed, but they have. For the longest time, she was the girl I was addicted to pissing off, but somehow, she’s become the woman I’m simply addicted to.
It’s unexpected and unfamiliar, but I’m not afraid of anything. I’m certainly not afraid of exploring it further. I enjoy sex, I always have, but sex with Callie Messina is unreal, and I want more of it.
I’m an entitled asshole and I always get what I want.
She refused to let me walk her to her door, so I insist my driver wait while I watch her go in. Finding my phone on the floor of the limo, I shoot her a text asking when she wants to do it again.
She types in the key code and her front door slidesopen, but before she enters the house, I see her read the message I just sent her.
She turns around and flips me the middle finger before the door slides closed after her.
