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“Yeah,” I giggle. “From your cum running down my leg.”
He growls. It’s so primal that it instantly heats me up from head to toe.
“Jesus, Asher. We can’t just fuck all the time.”
“We absolutely can.” He nips at my ear as he walks me forward to the bench.
“I have stuff to do,” I complain, but my tone holds no merit.
“Like what?” He presses me against the bench and pushes my head forward until my chin meets the cool stone surface.
“Cleaning. Laundry. S-stuff.” I stutter the last word as he works my pants down, exposing my arse to the room.
“I can do all of those things for you as soon as I’m done eating.”
“Wha—”
My breath hitches as Asher buries his face between my arse cheeks and runs his tongue up the seam of my arse.
“Ash… stop. I haven’t had a chance to clean up from before.” I try to stand, but his hand presses firmly on my spine, keeping me in place.
Shit. I’m all icky down there. Yes, it’s his mess, but still.
Releasing my back, Asher uses both hands to shift my legs wider, before he dips down to run his tongue through the folds of my pussy.
Holy shit. This is so filthy. I’m so fucking dirty but, ohhhh my… Asher’s tongue laps at me, cleaning me, eating me like a man starved.
I shouldn’t like this as much as I am, but my body is here for it, my pussy grinding on his face as he starts sucking over my entrance. The animal in me slams into existence, and I let go, riding his face, squeezing my inner walls to push out all the mess inside me, right into his mouth.
I explode before I even realise I’m going to, and I cry out, mashing my pussy against his face over and over until my legs are shaking and sweat paints my skin.
As soon as I come down from my high, my legs turn to jelly, and Asher comes up for air, his voice husky with lust.
“Fuck, that was hot.”
I grin and push him backwards with my arse, his grunt telling me he fell back to the floor, and I turn to show him my smile.
“You’re a dirty, filthy man, Asher Scott.”
His lips spread wide and his teeth flash as he nods with pride.
“And don’t you fucking forget it.”
“Never.” I giggle, stepping over him. “And now that I’m all clean, I’m gonna need you to dirty me up again.”
He throws his head back, laughing, before grabbing my hips and dragging me to straddle him on the floor.
“Sit on my cock, Lily. Ride me until my cum is oozing from your cunt.”
CHAPTER 18
ASHER
The week has passed in a whirlwind of sex with Lily. It’s like we can’t keep our hands off each other, which isn’t a bad thing. It’s fucking ace, actually. However, I get the feeling Lily is using it to distract herself from whatever she and Barrett discussed in her bedroom the night he sprung us.
It’s almost as if she’s paranoid about something. At first, I thought her worry was fear of getting sprung by the twins, but there have been moments when she didn’t know I was looking, that I spotted her peeking through the blinds at the front of the house or peering out into the backyard while standing in the pitch-black house.
It’s odd, and definitely not linked to what she and I have going on.
