Page 83 of Faking All the Way
“Asher…”
She whimpers my name like a prayer, her hips rocking back against my face, and I grip her ass to hold her steady. The flesh is soft under my hands, and I can’t resist biting down gently on the curve of it, making her yelp and moan at the same time.
“Please,” she pants. “I need you inside me. Please, Asher.”
But I’m not done with her yet. There’s an antique decorative mirror against one wall of the living room, and I adjust our positions slightly so that she can see our reflection in it. Her eyes widen when she realizes what I’m doing, her lips parting in surprise.
“I want you to watch,” I tell her as I shove off my boxers and move behind her again, my hands gripping her hips. “I want you to see how perfect you look taking my cock.”
Her moan is low and throaty, vibrating through her entire body. She’s so wet I can see it glistening on her thighs, and my mouth waters at the sight.
I grab a condom from my wallet and roll it on quickly, stroking my shaft twice as my balls tighten, then position myself at her entrance. I tease her, just the tip pressing in, and she whimpers in frustration.
“I’m going to fuck you, bright eyes,” I rasp. “Don’t you worry about that. But keep your eyes on the mirror. I want you to watch me claim you.”
Chapter Thirty
Kat
I nod, my gaze immediately snapping to the reflection of us in the mirror. I’d do anything to make him not stop, but beyond that, the sight of us is… fuckinghot.
I’m transfixed in a way I never would’ve expected as I watch Asher slowly press inside me. He goes slow, working his way deeper with careful strokes, so big that he still has to ease in gradually. Every inch stretches me in a way that toes the line between too much and not enough, and I have to remember to breathe.
Through it all, I keep my gaze locked on the mirror, taking in every detail of what it looks like as he fills me inch by inch. My bound wrists rest against the small of my back, the red ribbon a vivid slash of color against my pale skin.
It’s filthy. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life, and part of me thinks I should feel shy or embarrassed. Years of being self-conscious about my body, of worrying about the extra curves and softness, of Daniel making me feel like I needed to keep the lights off and stay under the covers… all of that shouldbe rushing back in right now. I should be thinking about how my ass looks from this angle, how my breasts are squished against the table, how exposed I am.
But when my gaze moves upward to take in the look on Asher’s face in the reflection, I can’t feel anything except turned on.
Because the way he’s watching me, his gaze locked on the place where he’s filling me, is so full of raw hunger that I can’t doubt for even a second that he’s enjoying this. That he wants me. That he finds me beautiful.
His jaw is tight, his lips parted slightly as he breathes in and out slowly. There’s a vein standing out in his neck, and his hands on my hips are gripping hard enough that I know I’ll have marks tomorrow. The thought sends a thrill through me.
It takes several shallow thrusts, each one going deeper than the last, before he finally bottoms out, filling me up to the hilt. I cry out at the sensation, heat pooling low in my belly as I clench around him involuntarily. He grunts at that, his hands tightening even more on my hips.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You feel incredible.”
I can’t form words. All I can do is watch our reflection, mesmerized by the sight of us together like this.
“You ready?” His voice is strained.
“Yes!” The word comes out as more of a gasp. “Please move.”
He grits his teeth, his jaw working. “I don’t know if I can be very gentle today. You’re wrecking me, bright eyes. I’m barely holding it together here.”
I crane my neck to look back at him over my shoulder, meeting his eyes for a second instead of watching the mirror. The blue-gray of his irises is almost completely swallowed by his pupils, and there’s something wild in his expression that makes my stomach flip.
“I thought we were celebrating,” I say, letting a smile curve my lips. “What if I don’twantgentle?”
His eyes flash with heat, something almost feral crossing his face. Without warning, he grabs my bound wrists with one hand, holding them firmly at the small of my back. The position arches my spine more, changing the angle slightly, and I feel utterly at his mercy in the best possible way. Like I can let go and give myself over to this without worrying about anything except how good it feels.
Then he draws back, almost until he’s all the way out of me, before slamming back inside.
The sound of his hips clapping against my ass echoes through the room, and I can feel my body jolt with the force of it. The impact ripples through me, making my ass shake, and I moan loudly, the sound torn from my throat before I can think about holding it back.
Asher groans in response, the sound rough and satisfied. He does it again, driving in so hard that my whole body moves against the coffee table with the impact.
His free hand runs down my back, fingers tracing the line of my spine. “The mirror, bright eyes. Don’t stop looking.”
