Billionaire Romance Boxed Set 2(214)

“I will,” I said; he looked at me for a moment, confused. “I’d like to write, I mean. I think… I think that would be nice, you know? I did some writing in college and I enjoyed it, but it always seemed like a long shot, you know? Like, maybe doing book reviews would be better, and I know you can’t make much money from that, but…”

As I talked to him, opened myself more to him, he slipped his cock out of me and then back in. Slow and steady, smooth, nodding to me and urging me on. Not just three thrusts this time, but more. I knew he wouldn’t stop again.

“I…” I bit my lip, split between focusing on our bodies coming together and telling him my true feelings. “Reading seems safer, and book reviews are kind of like writing and reading together~oh!”

Asher picked up the pace. He reached beneath me and grabbed my butt, lifting me in the air slightly. When he thrust into me, he brushed inside of me at a new angle, distracting me even further.

“I love you,” I said. “I love you, Asher. I’m just, I’m scared. What if I’m not good enough? I don’t know how to do it.”

“I’ll be here,” he said. “You can only do your best, but I’ll be here to help you if you need it. I’ll always be here for you, Jessika.”

No more talk now. Everything we needed to say we said. It helped that Asher had teased me so much that I really couldn’t take too much more of his temptation. I wasn’t about to die like I’d said, but I was swiftly coming towards climax.

Asher thrust into me and I strained against my bindings. The silk rope around my ankles dug into my skin, soft and determined. My thighs and calves flexed and my knees found a spot by his waist to press in and pull him closer to me. Asher pressed tight against me, chest to chest, the chocolate mess mixing with our love and sweat and smelling amazing. He kissed me hard, not holding back any longer. I tried to pull my hands away from the rope around my wrists, to hold him tight, but they didn’t budge.

I squirmed—oh, I squirmed! For Asher, for me. He pounded into me, hard, close, rough. I convulsed around his cock, my orgasm a constant, heady pulse thrashing through my body. He was fast, faster now, but I could still feel every part of him in me, every flex and pull. He kissed me and devoured the chocolate from the curve of my neck.

“Inside me,” I said. “Please. I need you so much.”

I twisted and writhed. Asher went over the edge. He forced himself deep inside of me before he came, and I felt the warmth and thickness of his fertile seed rushing into me. We were one, together. We were going to be married, we were going to have children. I would be there for Asher, always, and he would be there for me. I loved him so very much, and the pleasure soaring through me, sending me high up and making me feel delirious and dizzy, was only a small part of that.

He stayed inside of me even after he finished. It felt like so much more this time, like he’d tapped into a previously reserved portion of his male potency and let it all out just for me, just for this. The bed was probably a mess underneath us, covered in chocolate and his cream and my arousal, but I doubted either of us cared.

“We should take a shower,” I said, giggling and grinning at him.

“What are you laughing about?” he asked. He laughed, too.

“You can’t keep me tied up in the shower,” I said, “and I’m thinking of what I want to do with you there.”

“Are you?” he asked, coy, lifting one brow.

I nodded.

“Let’s untie you then,” he said. “I want to see how creative you can be. It’s good practice for writing, isn’t it?”

“Mmh,” I muttered. “Yes. Maybe.”

I smiled at him, watching him with the utmost affection, while he untied the rope around my wrists. As he did it, he never once moved so as to remove his manhood from inside of me.

“I love you,” I said, kissing his cheek as he worked at one of the knots.

“I love you, too,” he said. He paused for a moment to kiss me. “I don’t know if we’re going to make it into the shower.”

I could feel him coming back to life inside me. “That’s alright,” I said.