The Billionaire Game 2(30)

“Fuck!” I gave a short sharp cry as his fingers twisted inside me, finding the spot no other man had ever found, lights bursting behind my eyes as I groaned in ecstasy. “Asher…”

He withdrew, standing, his eyes dark with passion. He licked his lips slowly, and I stretched, pulling off my bra so that he could feast his eyes on my breasts. His right hand settled down to stroke his cock, and I reached forward to wrap my fingers around it, but he pushed me away.

Spreading my thighs further apart, he pressed his hard, ready dick against my aching opening, and I welcomed him into my slick, needy wetness, whimpering as he stretched my cunt in the most delicious way.

“God, Kate, you feel so good,” he groaned, easing into a soft, delicious rhythm, but I clenched my pussy around him as tight as I could and grabbed his hip to stop his movements.

“I need you to fuck me,” I demanded. “Fuck me right now.”

“If you insist,” he replied with a glint in his eyes, and he began thrusting into me, building speed, grinding deeper and deeper into me, but stopping every few seconds to tease me until I started panting with anticipation, utterly maddened with desire.

“Harder,” I groaned, my nails biting into the expanse of his back. “And faster. Don’t stop.” He thrust into me hard and fast, just like I asked him to.

“Like this?”

“Oh God, yes, Asher, harder!” He obeyed, and I gave into a staccato of jagged moans, not caring if anyone heard. “Harder, yes, God yes. Give me that, so good.”

“You’re so fucking hot,” he gasped, speeding up even more, slamming into me, my ass slapping into counter with every thrust. “God, you’re so fucking eager. You fucking love this, love taking my cock as deep as it can go, you feel fucking amazing.”

He bent his head over me and ran his tongue across my nipple, sucking it into his mouth, biting it gently at first and then sucking, sucking so hard as he tilted my hips up and angled further into me, hitting that spot, fucking me even deeper.

“Oh yeah, yeah, just like that.” I grabbed his hips and pulled him faster into me, claiming him as mine, loving the way he groaned as my inner walls tightened around his cock. “Call me names, call me every name in the book, tell me how bad I am…”

“You’re bad, Katie. You wanted my cock from the minute you saw me, you wanted me deep in your mouth and your pussy and you wanted to beg for it. You wanted me to fuck you on the counter of your store like I’m fucking you right now, the lights on and the curtains wide open, so everyone can see that I’m taking you, that my cock belongs in your cunt and—”

“Oh, fuck me,” I moaned, “come inside me, Asher, come inside me right now—”

“You are perfect,” he growled, pumping into me, “just fucking perfect.”

I felt myself getting close and dug my nails into his back, biting down on his shoulder as the hot sweetness spread from my clit into the deepest parts of me, so close, almost there, and his skin tasted of sweat and sex and Asher, oh God—

“Kate—” He gasped and threw back his head, sweat-slicked hair glistening under the buzzing fluorescent lights, and I felt him go even harder inside me and as he came with a heavy groan I rode his pleasure to my own orgasm and we panted into each other’s mouths, moaning together, riding out the waves until we both shuddered to a stop, still gasping for breath.

He slipped from me and wrapped those long, lovely arms around my body, planting kisses on my face and neck and chest and every single millimeter of exposed skin until I was so tickled by his stubble I had to swat him away.

“Remind me why we didn’t do this the second we met?” I asked, slumping forward against his chest in post-coital glow.

“Because I’m an idiot,” he rumbled, his hands tracing over my back gently.

“But a sexy idiot,” I reassured him, and I loved the way I could feel his laugh reverberate against my cheek.

“And you’re a sexy genius,” he said. He coughed, then, suddenly awkward. “Ah…we should probably actually close those curtains.”

“Shit, yes,” I said. “And then we need to go back to one of our places and try this on every available surface. Also possibly your car if you’re not too worried about the resale value.”

Asher grinned, that dimple winking on his cheek in a way that, if I were a sappier kind of girl, I just might have fallen in love with. But I didn’t, because I’m not sappy. At all. Not even a little bit. I swear.

“I assure you,” he said. “Resale value has never been so far from my mind.”