Page 53 of The Penalty Shot (Totally Pucked 5)

“Take off your panties, Auden,” he says, nodding toward the last remaining scrap of clothing on me.

With shaky hands, I hook my fingers in the thin cotton and pull them down my hips, stepping out of them.

Now, I’m completely naked, aside from the heels, and his eyes travel hungrily over me, but he makes no move to touch me. He seems perfectly content drinking me in. The slow perusal of his gaze has my body aflame, and I clench my thighs together when I see him reach down and palm himself. Asher sucks in a deep, ragged breath as he squeezes his cock.

I want to touch him, explore his body the way that he’s explored mine. Bring him pleasure the same way that he’s done for me. He’s been holding back, not making this about him, only me. Slowly, I walk toward him and climb into his lap, straddling him. He’s hard pressed against me when I settle on his lap, and I gasp when his length brushes against my throbbing clit.

“This is what you do to me, Auden,” he whispers, thrusting his hardness against me, rocking back and forth until I’m panting above him. He’s still fully dressed, and his hands are still firmly planted on the bed, and yet, I feel like I could come…just like this.

Gently, he picks me up from his lap and sets me on the bed, then goes to stand in front of me. He deftly unbuckles his pants and removes his belt. Slowly, he pulls the tie free from his neck and tosses it on the vanity, then quickly shucks his jacket and begins to unbutton his shirt until it’s fully open, and his chest is in full view. The cuff links are saved for last.

I wish that I could take a picture of this moment, Asher Hart standing in front of me, his shirt open, exposing row after row of abs with his tattoos snaking down his chest to his sides, his pants unbuttoned, revealing the hard bulge beneath his black boxer briefs. The small trail of hair leading into the waistband of his pants.

His body is incredible, and I’ve never been so aroused. I can feel how wet I am, and he hasn’t even truly touched me yet.

My eyes never leave Asher as he quickly slides out of his shirt, leaving his torso bare for my eyes. It feels like a sin for him to be so handsome. The dark ink on his body tells a story, one that I hope to know someday. My fingers itch to run along the lines as he tells me the meaning of each one.

Torturously slow, he drags his pants and briefs down his hips, and his cock springs free. I don’t have much to go on, seeing as how I haven’t slept with a man since I was fifteen, and am extremely limited on porn knowledge, but my god.

Asher’s cock…it’shuge.It’s got to be above average. He palms it in his hand, the angry, mushroom head seeping precum as he pumps himself, and my mouth runs dry.

Will that…will that even fit?

“I feel like I can read your mind, Killer.” He grins, kicking his pants to the side, standing in front of me completely naked. I can’t get over how many muscles he has. Everything’s sharp and rigid.

“W-what do you mean?” I swallow as my eyes drift down once more to his cock. Asher lets go of it and steps forward, and I notice not only how…long…it is, but it’s also girthy. Can I even fit my hand around it? A thick vein runs down the side of his length, leading to heavy balls. He’s not completely shaven, but his hair is short and trimmed.

Asher comes to stand in front of me, tipping my chin up to hold his eyes, “It’ll fit beautifully.”

God, this is embarrassing. Am I really that transparent?

Before I get the courage to even ask that question, Asher is climbing onto the bed next to me and gently laying me down in front of him as he climbs between my thighs. He bends my leg at the knee, and quickly unbuckles the heels on each foot, tossing them to the floor before kissing the tender soles of my feet. He moves to the arch, planting light, gentle kisses to my ankle, then to my calf, the sensitive skin behind my knee, and finally my inner thighs. Every spot his lips touch feels like it’s on fire. Like I’m burning from the outside in, leaving a trail of embers.

“Not tonight, but soon…I want to fuck you in these. I want you to dig them into my back till they leave fucking bruises.”

His dirty words send a chill down my spine.

“O-okay.”

“I’ve been dreaming about the moment, fucking obsessed with seeing you laid out beneath me. About doing this,” he whispers against my thigh. I feel his hot breath against my pussy, and my clit throbs in anticipation. There’s still a part of me that wants to shy away from his touch, a part that feels unequipped to handle the overwhelming sense of pleasure that he brings.

“Relax, baby,” he rasps, just as he takes a long swipe of my pussy. He slowly drives me wild, lapping at my core with just the right amount of pressure that has my back arching from the bed as I tug at his unruly dark hair.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned about Asher…he loves to pleasure me. He’s putting me first. And judging by the look in his eyes right now, he’s only just getting started.

Chapter Eighteen

Asher

“Ohhh, Asher…”

There aren’t many things that hold a candle to Auden, and when she’s spread out beneath me, her pussy glistening with her arousal, pink and puffy from my scruff…there’s nothing that comes close.

She’s magnificent, and I’m ravenous for her. I can’t get enough of her taste. The way that I’m drawn to her, I can’t explain. It’s magnetic. Uncontrollable.

“Do you like my tongue in your pussy, Auden?” I rasp against her skin.

“Y-yes.” She pants when my tongue breaches her tight hole, fisting her hands in my hair even harder, tugging roughly at the ends.

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