Page 47 of Stunner (Whiskey Dolls 3)

And he just keeps getting hotter!

“I want you,” I pleaded.

His mouth came back to mine, and I could feel his smile against my lips. “You can do better than that. Demand what you want, baby.”

I peeled my eyes open and met his, the green swallowed up my want and need until they were nearly black. I’d never been much for dirty talk; it always left me feeling self-conscious and a little ridiculous. But something in the way he was looking at me right then, almost like he couldn’t wait to give me every single thing I asked for, lit a fire in my blood.

The pulsing ache between my thighs grew in intensity as I confessed, “I want you to make me come.”

He dropped to his knees right there in front of me, wrenching my skirt up to my waist. I felt the black lace of my thong dig into my skin as he bunched it in his fists just before it ripped.

The cool air conditioning skating over wet, swollen flesh was replaced in a moment by Owen’s hot mouth. His tongue buried deep inside me, wrenching a cry from my lungs.

“Oh myGod,” I moaned, tangling my fingers in his hair and fisting the strands as my hips began to circle, chasing that devilish tongue of his.

“Tastes like fucking heaven,” he grunted. Those green eyes stared up at me. “Eyes on me as I lick you, Asher,” he ordered. Looking down at Owen’s dark head between my thighs as he maintained eye contact had to have been the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

It was harder than I imagined to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head, especially given how incredible he was at what he was doing. When he sucked my clit between his lips and flicked it with his tongue, my knee nearly buckled. I would have gone down if not for his strong grip keeping me in place.

My head grew fuzzy, my breathing erratic, as an orgasm I knew was going to be out of this world grew closer.

“Owen,” I whimpered. “Baby, I’m close.”

He growled in satisfaction and plunged two fingers inside me as his tongue worked my clit. My climax crashed into me like a freight train, bowling me over. My vision began to tunnel as I screamed, “Yes,” and “Owen,” and “Oh my God,” until my voice went hoarse.

He didn’t let up, not in the slightest, until my whole body was wracked with tremors and I was left completely boneless.

He rose to standing, keeping me pinned against the door as he leaned in to kiss me. I could taste myself on his tongue, and something about that renewed my desire for him. I’d had the most intense orgasm of my life seconds earlier, and I wantedmore.

Owen

I’d never tasted anything better than Asher Rose. I could have stayed down there for hours, feasting on her pussy like it was my favorite thing in the whole world, but my poor dick was so hard it was agony. If I didn’t bury myself inside her in the next minute, I wasn’t sure what the fuck would happen.

I pulled back from the kiss and watched as her eyes blinked open sluggishly, those stunning tawny eyes glassy with pleasure, my dick pulsing angrily. She looked like she was riding an orgasm high, and she’d never looked more beautiful.

I brushed the hair back from her face and cupped her cheeks, unable to keep from touching her every chance I got. I rested my forehead against hers and closed my eyes, willing my body to calm the fuck down so the night wouldn’t end before it had a chance to begin. That was what this woman did to me. “Christ, I need you so goddamn bad I can’t see straight,” I gritted. “Ican’t remember wanting anything as bad as I want to slide inside you.”

Her lips parted on a choppy exhale.

“Tell me you need me too, baby.”

“So badly,” she breathed against my lips, the words tasting like the sweetest honey. “Fuck me, Owen. Please.”

The last thing I had any intention of doing was making her beg, not when I wanted to feel her wrapped around my dick so badly I could hardly see straight.

She sucked in a needy gasp when I grabbed her by the ass and hefted her up, forcing her legs to wrap around my waist. I stormed through the dark apartment without seeing anything, moving by muscle memory alone into my bedroom. As much as I didn’t want to, I placed her down so I could move to the bedside table and turn on the lamp. I’d be damned if the first time I had Asher Rose, it would be in the dark. I wanted to see every single glorious inch of her.

With the bedroom bathed in a soft, golden glow, I moved to her and bent, grabbing the hem of her sexy dress and yanking it up over her head before tossing it onto the floor. My blood began to thrum in my ears at the sight of her standing before me in nothing but those goddamn stilettos and a strapless black bra that was so small her perfect round tits nearly spilled out of it.

I lowered my head to suck her nipple through the fabric. Her head fell back on a wanton moan as her hands came up to the back of my head to keep me in place. Reaching behind her, I undid the clasp and threw the bra aside, giving me unrestrained access to her nipples. I sucked and licked and bit until the petal pink skin was a rosy red.

“Owen,” she panted, her chest rising and falling on rapid breaths, her creamy skin tinged with a blush from her neck all the way down. “Hurry.”

She didn’t need to tell me twice. I ripped my shirt clean off, sending the buttons pinging all across the room. I kicked off my shoes and socks in record time, before moving to my fly. My cock sprang free of my boxer briefs as I pushed them down, leaving us both completely naked. The head was an angry purple, precum leaking from the very tip in desperation. When Asher’s tongue came out to lick across her bottom lip at the sight of me, I nearly came on the spot.

“On the bed,” I ordered, barely recognizing the gruff, craggy voice as my own. I squeezed the base of my dick almost to the point of pain before stroking upward, causing more moisture to leak out. “Head on the pillows and spread your legs wide for me. I want to see you.”

She didn’t hesitate to climb onto my bed and do exactly as I’d commanded. Her wet pussy glistened in the soft light, her skin swollen and dripping wet for me.

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