For a moment, he closes his eyes, and his deep inhale both embarrasses and turns me on. There doesn’t seem to be anything that is too far, too much for Asad. As if there’s nothing about my body, my pussy he doesn’t enjoy. Since I’ve had to mostly build my own self-esteem and have my own emotional back, his expressions, his words, his obvious hunger… they heal something in me I didn’t know was cracked and a little fractured. It’s scary how much power I know I could so easily give him.
Terrifying.
His fingers tightening on my thighs drags my attention back to his breath tickling my bare folds. Wedging his shoulder under my thigh, he dives face-first into me.
Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.
Maybe I chant this aloud, or maybe it’s deafening in my head. I can’t really understand the jumbled scream that escapes me, so it could go either way. But when his tongue strokes through my bottom lips, coherent thought splits like a damn atom. He laps at my clit, flicking it before returning to the heart of my pussy, and tongue fucks her. I canfeelthe moisture seeping out of me, and he literally sips from my pussy, claiming each drop.
I writhe under him, scraping his shoulders and neck, surely leaving a stinging trail of marks that will decorate his skin tomorrow. I buck under his mouth, in this moment, unsure if runningor staying is the correct option. If theyareoptions. With a feral groan, Asad clamps firm fingers down on my hip, holding me in place while he plunges two fingers inside me. Even though he broke me in last night, the fit is still tight, still a little uncomfortable. But I’ll rip my own tongue out before telling him to stop. My pussy says what I can’t, ordering him not to stop, to stay, with every squeeze and quiver around his fingers.
Maybe he’s bilingual in pussy speak because he obeys the demand, going harder, plunging deeper as his tongue coils around my clit. I shake my head back and forth, losing my senses, a veil of black closing in on me. And still he doesn’t let up. He alternates between long, decadent sweeps over my flesh to almost punishing thrusts to my core.
Twisting his wrist, he corkscrews his fingers high into my pussy, treating her to grinding thrust after thrust, his knuckles smacking my swollen lips and creating a lascivious soundtrack for our fucking. My muscles quiver, stomach clenches, and without warning, spasms erupt inside me, catching me by surprise. My cry rips free, and I surrender to the cataclysmic pleasure tearing me apart.
“You were created to nut for me,” Asad rasps, giving my pussy one last lick before pulling free and rolling off the bed.
Within seconds, he strips naked, and I stare, in awe, at his beautiful, big body. Wide chest and shoulders, ridged abdomen, powerful thighs, and even pretty feet. And that dick. A work of art. I worshipped it earlier today, and it’s worthy of every praise.
Like a sexy beast, Asad crawls back on the bed, hair slightly fuzzy, beard messy with my juice, and mouth glistening. His muscles contract with every movement, and he’s the epitome of sexuality and grace. In this moment, I’m jealous of every woman who’s been able to see him like this. I want to hunt them down, and removing their eyes wouldn’t be enough. Only a lobotomy would do so they forget the pleasure he’s brought them, the rough silk of his touch, the possessive brand of his dick.
I’m sick, a little depraved. And this is what his dick has rendered me to.
“I need inside you, ma,” he murmurs, not asking but telling me.
I still nod and reach for him, welcoming him with spread arms and legs.
He crawls up my body, covering me. Cupping the nape of my neck, he lowers his head and captures my mouth. Wet, feverish, needy. I taste myself on his tongue, and instead of recoiling from the fresh yet musky flavor, I angle my head and thrust my tongue deeper, lapping at his lips, beard, craving more ofusin my mouth.
Gripping my waist, he steadies me, then with a sensual roll of his hips, he buries his length deep in my pussy. Like the first time we did this, he has to put in work to get inside me.
“You know what I need, ma,” he breathes against my mouth, his hooded eyes hot, fevered. “Let me in. You did it last night. Take this dick like a big girl. Like a mu’fuckin’ queen.”
I moan, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, and deliberately relax my body. And shortly after, he slides balls-deep in one final thrust. He stills, kissing me like he can’t stand for us to not breathe the same air, and the intimacy of that kiss pricks my eyes. No one has ever kissed me with such passion. Made me feel so wanted, like I was their lifeline. Because Asad doesn’t simply kiss with his mouth. It’s with his body. With small caresses to my nose, cheek, hairline. It’s murmured words of praise. It’s the brush of his body as if suffering even one second away from me is anathema to him.
That further cracks me open. Threatens to send everything spilling out in a chaotic, emotional mess.
“Asad. More. Please move and give me more,” I plead.
Bending his head, he sucks on my neck and slowly withdraws… then slams back inside. I gasp, my pussy quivering at the rough, hard thrust. I claw at his arms, shoulders, ass, anywhere I can touch, grip. Pleasure whistles through me, and I hikemy legs higher, spread them wider, offering all of my pussy up to him.
He takes full advantage, pounding into me, and I feel him all in my stomach. Shit, I breathe this dick.
Asad leans back, and his hand dips between us, saturating his fingers in my wet. God yes. I tremble, hovering on that edge, ready to crash out. But then, without pausing in delivering long death strokes to my pussy, he shoves my legs back, curling me up so my thighs press into my stomach.
“Asad,” I whimper, but he shushes me, and I scratch at his arms. Ignoring me, he trails his damp fingertips over my spread-open pussy and lower to my asshole.“Asad.”
“You can take it, ma.” He presses a fingertip to my hole, not entering, just teasing with the threat of it. I stiffen, feminine anxiety and a little fear swirling and clenching my belly. “Unh-unh. Don’t do that. Relax and trust me, Ember.”
He slows his thrust, and instead of hard plunges, he switches to a slow, dirty grind, circling his hips, and each roll brushes my clit, ratcheting my arousal until I’m leaking. And those fingers are steadily circling, steadily pressing.
Then, as his dick rocks into me, his finger breaches the tight circle. Fire races through me, and I squeeze my eyes closed, crying out at the flash of pain. As quickly as it burned bright, the pain ebbs, settling into a burn. And a fullness that’s weird, but no longer painful.
“Gotdamn, you should see yourself. Pussy and ass stuffed. No going back, Ember.” My eyes jerk open at the dark, nearly ominous tone. His silver gaze bores deep into mine. “You let someone else touch you, I’ll kill him and make you watch. Don’t try me, Ember. This pussy is too good, and I’m too loose. I’ll crash out behind both of you.”
Being overfull steals any words I would’ve uttered. I should be afraid at his words, at the serious tone. But it’s not fear shivering under the overwhelming lust.
It’s… comfort.