Page 95 of Billionaire Unbroken - Asher
He was stimulating my G-spot, and it was intense for me.
“Asher!” I called out, my body responding almost violently from the sensation overload.
His cock was filling me.
My G-spot was making my body sing.
And Asher had never stopped teasing my clit.
I rocked back against him, experimenting.
God, everything he was doing to me was making my brain flee my body.
I was lost in erotic pleasure, and I didn’t care if I never found my mind again.
The build was slow.
Deep.
Sublime.
“Yes, Asher,” I babbled. “So good.”
I didn’t have to reach for the orgasm.
It increased in intensity until it washed over my entire body.
“Oh, God! Asher!”
I’d never felt my orgasm in every nerve in my body, but that was exactly what was happening.
I was trembling as my core spasmed harder than it ever had before.
I felt the climax so deep and fierce that I was gasping for breath.
“Fuck, yeah,” Asher groaned. “Milk me hard, gorgeous.”
I did.
There was nothing else I could do.
I was helpless to make the climax stop.
It stretched on even after Asher had found his own release, and he didn’t stop trying to extend the extraordinary orgasm as long as possible.
It went on for so long that I thought my heart was going to explode, but I felt every moment of that pleasure down to my toes.
The second it was over; my legs gave out.
Asher caught me, lifted me up, and lowered both of us onto the bed.
He laid on his back and I was spread out beside him, unable to move while I tried to suck air into my lungs.
He’d done exactly what he’d wanted to do.
I could hardly remember my own name.
My body was limp and I was covered with perspiration.
