Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“Aspen,” he greeted.
I took a moment to admire the square jaw and full lips that drove the world wild. Although it was probably the dark promises of sin that lurked in the depths of his eyes that really pushed them over the edge. But as attractive as he was, his looks weren’t why I called him.
“Ash.”
“Am I allowed to come in?”
“By all means…” I stepped back, gesturing inside before shutting the door.
As soon as I turned back to him, he closed the gap and leaned down. Before his mouth could connect with mine, I backed up with narrowed eyes. He pursed his lips and sighed, but didn’t argue. We’d done this so many times before that we moved like a choreographed dance.
I turned toward the couch and unfastened my pants.
He undid his as he followed behind.
I bent over the back and tugged my pants down for just enough access.
He slid on a condom.
I set a timer for five minutes.
We began.
Except this time, instead of the blunt head of his cock at my entrance, his warm breath brushed against me.
I jerked upright and looked over my shoulder. “No. That’s not how this works, and you know it.”
He peered up with a devious smirk, his long fingers stroking his length. “If you’d let me eat you out, I could get you off.”
Getting off wasn’t the point. A brief moment of connection and relieving the mounting tension while still maintaining control was the point. I’d dismissed sex for pleasure a long time ago. “Do you want to fuck or not? Because, if not, then you can just leave.”
“Oh, I definitely want to fuck,” he assured, standing to his full height. “I am not opposed to getting my dick wet and getting off after. I just worry you’re missing out. I’m great at eating pussy and hate that you don’t get to experience all the other skills I have to offer.”
“I don’t need your other skills. I need you to fuck me.”
He pressed me down until I rested against the back of the couch again, following me down to reach past and reset the timer. “I can definitely do that,” he assured, his lips brushing against my ear. “But I get a full five minutes inside you.”
With that, he pushed all the way inside, releasing a deep groan of pleasure. I bit back my own cry at the last-minute, managing to keep it to a whimper. After a few more thrusts in and out, he stood tall and gripped my hips, holding me in place while he fucked me like a freight train.
Despite my efforts to zone out and lose myself in the rhythmic slap of his hips against mine, I still found myself fisting the couch and focusing on even, controlled breaths that wouldn’t sound too needy. I found myself focusing on the building pressure between my thighs and making sure it didn’t get too big. I found myself focusing on trying to decide between letting my breasts brush against the couch or not, because it sent a fiery shot to my core.
I found myself keeping a leash on my control rather than letting go like I used to when I was younger—like I said I wanted to now. Yet, I never could. Whenever I edged too close to that wild abandon, my chest clenched, and I yanked back to solid ground.
“Oh, fuck. Princess. You feel so fucking good,” he moaned, the words deep and rough.
Princess.
The name stroked across my skin, bringing with it an image of dark eyes above an arrogant smirk and sharp features cast in shadow.
I would love to see your mouth get the best of something, princess.
The words ignited in my chest. My nipples pulled tight and the friction against the couch became too much. I pushed off, but the force of Ash’s thrusts caused my breasts to bounce in my bra with just enough movement to create a torturous amount of friction.
My mind turned traitorous, conjuring an image of me in the shadows with him, kneeling between his long legs while he sat back on the leather couch, staring at me with his unfaltering, arrogant control.
A deep moan slipped free before I could stop it.
“That’s it, Aspen. Be a good little girl and come on my cock for me.”
I should have stopped him right then. We didn’t talk while we fucked. But I was too scared to open my lips in fear that uncontrolled pleasure would pour out.
I should have reprimanded him for his demeaning command, but all I could think about was when Lucian called me a little girl.
No. No.
I didn’t want to think about him. He was nothing to me.
But…no matter my protests, flashes of his dark arrogance pushed me closer to the edge.
Part of me wanted to embrace it—embrace the building sensation. Part of me wanted to let it grow and consume me. But the more it grew, it didn’t consume me—it pressed in on me, crushing me. The thrum between my legs combatted with my racing heart until I fought to get a hold of my own body.