Page 57 of Taste of Blood
And all I want is for him to use me until I’m completely spent.
He looms over me, his green eyes blown to black, his hot breath kissing my cheek. I bend forward, capturing his lips with mine, and bite down, drawing blood. Savoring his taste.
He growls and returns the favor, our tongues colliding. Tangling together while his cock drives deeper inside me until he bottoms out.
We stay like that for a heartbeat, joined at both ends. I can feel his cock pulsing inside me, his muscles tensed to begin their assault.
I want it.
I want all he can give me.
My skin tingles with anticipation, my need coiled like a snake getting ready to strike. I pull my mouth away from his and bring it to his ear because I know it drives him crazy.
“Fuck me, Ash. Fuck me hard.”
He chuckles. “Oh baby, I’m going to make you see stars.”
And then he proceeds to do just that.
I don’t know where he ends and I begin. The only thing that matters is the feel of his cock dredging my ass. Before I know it, my head is banging against the headboard as he chases me across the bed.
“Am I hurting you?” he pants.
“Just fuck me.”
I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him in, wanting to get as close to him as I can. Wanting to swallow him completely.
My mouth finds his again and I drink him in, losing myself in a kiss that robs me of breath while he pounds me relentlessly.
I like the sadistic side of Asher that brings me to the brink of insanity, but sometimes I just need to be violently fucked. And this infuriating man always seems to know which approach to take.
His lips pull away from mine and trail down my neck, licking the skin there, his blood teeth scraping maddeningly against my pulse. But he doesn’t bite.
Instead he trails down to my chest, sucking a nipple into his hot mouth, biting it, licking it until I can feel my toes curl.
I rub my cock against his stomach, craving the friction, and he reaches down to fist it, squeezing until I’m ready to explode. I can feel myself teetering right on the edge, ready to fall off the cliff. He gives my cock a final pump and everything sparks white hot as I come.
Seconds later a final, violent thrust sends his hot cum filling my ass.
I fight to regain my wind as my body shudders around his. The orgasm seems to go on forever, turning me into a mass of weakened flesh. I don’t have the strength to hold up my legs, and let them sink down onto the bed with a breathless sigh.
Asher props himself on his elbows, his chest and neck coated with my cum. He grins at me, his eyes drunk with lust, and I find myself returning the smile.
“That was…”
“Intense,” I finish.
He rolls off me and stands up, walking into the bathroom. I hear the water running then he returns a few minutes later with a warm washcloth and a towel and proceeds to clean me up. I can barely keep my eyes open, and before he finishes I find myself drifting off.
20: Asher
“I THINK I found something.”
I glance up as Elaine bursts into my office. I’ve been pretending to work since I got to the office this morning, but all I can think about is Cord.
Waking up next to him.
I may have watched him sleep as the sun rose, spilling golden light over his tattooed body, his dark hair splayed across the pillow. I had all I could do not to go down on him and have his cock for breakfast.
