Page 103 of Asher Black (The Five Syndicates)
“Okay, Mr. Grey,” I say, teasing him, but I do so anyway.
“Don’t. I don’t do romance novels,” he replies, and I know I’m about to be fucked.
Roughly. Passionately. Brutally.
The warning is loud and clear, but I know better. Asher may not “do” romance novels, but he is a romance novel.
I wink at him, glad to push aside the stress of the evening with playfulness, if only just for a moment. “But you would for me.”
He doesn’t deny it. “Good thing you’d never ask. For me.”
And then he stands up, my face eye level with his thighs, and walks around me, so he’s facing my back. I shiver as he trails a lone finger from my shoulder to my neck and down my spine. When he reaches the zipper of my evening gown, he tugs it downward and slides the straps of my dress off of my shoulders. The fabric slides off me, pooling around my knees in a circle of red, baring me to him completely.
He groans in appreciation when he sees that I’m not wearing a bra nor panties. The sound goes straight to my clit, and I jerk forward, humping the empty air desperately. He chuckles lightly at my eagerness and walks around me until I’m facing him.
I watch intently as he strips the jacket of his tuxedo off and begins removing his button down, each pop of a button revealing smooth, tan skin. When he slides the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, I admire the hard planes of his chest and abdomen, eyeing the light smattering of hair that dips past the V of his hipbones and down into his pants.
Unable to stop myself, I reach forward to remove his pants. My fingers fumble on his belt, barely able to slide it off in my rush. Too eager to wait, I pull his boxer briefs and pants down at once, revealing a thick, long erection that has my mouth watering in anticipation.
Asher threads his fingers through my hair until his hand is resting on the back of my head. “Open.”
As soon as my lips part, he jerks his cock forward and into my mouth. We both groan the instant my lips make contact with the head of his cock. I place my hands on his thighs in an attempt to steady myself as he fucks my face, taking what he wants from me without remorse.
He takes what he wants, but I use him right back. As he fucks my face, I inch my body closer to him until my clit is brushing against his leg. My hips shift up and down, and my body revels in the friction until I’m dripping down his leg.
Asher pulls back abruptly and grabs my arms until I’m standing. I crawl onto the bed and remain on all fours. Behind me, he runs his palm against my ass in a teasing touch before giving it a firm spank. His fingers burn a trail down to my pussy, and I let out a long moan when he traces my slit, stopping to massage my clit.
After plunging two fingers inside of me, he asks, “Would you like a safe word?”
His gruff voice betrays his lust. He’s on the edge of losing it, but so am I.
I moan at his words, barely able to let out a “no” before his fingers leave me and are quickly replaced by his cock, sinking deep into me from behind. I meet his violent thrusts with my own, grinding my ass roughly against him. My fingers grip the black sheets tightly, struggling to keep my body grounded as each solid pump of his cock pushes me forward.
I sweep my hair over one shoulder and twist it into an untied ponytail, forming a thick leash. When I hand it to him, he growls and pulls on my hair until my back arches and the pain hurts so good. After he tugs my hair back, forcing my head to turn, and kisses me roughly, biting down on my bottom lip, I come hard and uncontrollably, helplessly convulsing around his cock.
My arms wobble, weak from the intense orgasm. I put them behind my back and press them against one another, as if they’re bound by invisible cuffs. Asher groans at the sight. My face rests on the mattress, while he continues to fuck me from behind, each thrust pushing my face harder into the sheets. I can feel a second orgasm approaching, but before it reaches me, Asher pulls out and flips me over, so I’m on my back.
He sinks back into me, his eyes so dark with lust, I don’t even recognize their color. I can’t h
elp but close my eyes at the feel of him from a new position.
“Open your eyes,” he demands. “Look at me when you come again.”
When I open my eyes, our eyes lock, the connection so intense and so intimate, it’s at odds with the brutal pounding of his body into mine.
A throaty moan tears out of my lips, and I pant, “I’m so close.”
Asher leans forward, so our entire fronts are pressed together, and quickens his pace, chasing my orgasm into fruition. When my walls begin to shake around his cock, I feel his fingers wrap around my throat, lightly squeezing until the vulnerable feeling of being dominated has me coming even harder.
Not a second later, his come spills into me, and I can’t help but wish he had taken me bare. The thought of his skin against mine with no barriers has my walls gripping his cock tighter.
Asher chuckles knowingly and says, “We need to get you on birth control first.”
“I have an IUD,” I say, as he pulls out of me. “And I’m clean.”
He smirks. “I know. I am, too.”
I nod, though I already knew that. He’s too cautious to contract an STD. Asher treats his body like a temple, working out often and eating well. The only times I’ve seen him eating poorly is when he indulges me, but even then, he never eats junk food.
