Page 92 of Dirty Deadly & Mine
“But I want to ride you.” She pouts, and it’s fucking adorable.
“You will.” I grin. “Stand up and turn around.”
It takes her a moment, but her brows shift from a frown to almost in her hairline as she pieces together what I mean.
“I wanna watch your arse as you ride me. Do you think you could do that?”
Her cheeks flush at my comment, but it’s the excited flare in her eyes that gives me her answer right before she stands, balancing on the soft mattress as she turns around.
My eyes immediately track more bruises, this time on her stomach and side, filling the centre of my chest with anxiety, guilt, and anger.
How could someone hurt her?
Whywould anyone want to hurt such a precious angel like my Lily?
As she repositions herself, facing the other way, I reach forward, palming her arse, and she glances over her shoulder, watching me as she slowly lowers back down.
When Lily is quiet like this, I know it means she’s embarrassed, yet it still doesn’t stop her from doing what she wants.
I fucking love that.
I wonder if this is as new to her as it is to me. She may be seventeen years older than me, but being married to Alexander for most of that time has left her sexually stunted. Repressed. I can see she has desires she’s too scared to speak out loud, but I’ll help her. I’ll never hold her back from being her true self.
Ever.
Now straddling me again, reverse cowgirl style, she slides her slick heat over my cock again, before I urge her up with impatient hands and direct my length to her entrance.
“Fuck me, Lily,” I tell her, gritting my teeth as my tip nudges her. “Take what you need.”
“Asher,” she pants, spreading her legs wider as she slowly takes me inside her. “You’re dangerous.”
“Fuuuuck,” I hiss through clenched teeth as her slick cunt squeezes my shaft until I’m buried to the hilt. “You’re just as dangerous, Lily. Fucking perfect.”
She moans. I’m not sure if it’s from my words or from how deep I hit inside, probably the latter, and a second later, she leans forward a little, bracing her hands on my thighs, and starts to rise and fall… riding me.
Fuck! This is everything!
I knew this position would be pleasing to the eye, but fuck, seeing my cock disappear inside her as the puckered rose of her arse winks at me is intoxicating. And tempting.
Small moans fall from her lips as she gets a rhythm that works for her, and I fucking pant through each stroke, my hands gripping her hips, watching that fine arse give me a show.
A part of me wants to rush this. To chase the high and feel the ecstasy that hits so much harder than it ever did before Lily,but the other part of meneverwants this to end. I want to stay buried inside her for fucking eternity.
“Angel?” I pant, my eyes remaining glued to her arse.
“Yes?” she breathes, her voice laced with husky lust.
I drag my finger over the round globe of her arse before gliding it down between her cheeks.
“Have you ever been fucked here?” I circle over the rosy entrance, and she shakes her head. I’m almost expecting her to tense, but the pucker relaxes a tad, like a flower getting ready to bloom. “Have you ever had anything inside this tight hole?”
A whimper escapes her as I press my finger to it, and again, she shakes her head, but she also pushes back against me.
“Fuck, Lily. Would you like that?” I ask, sliding my fingers down to gather up the slick wetness that’s pooling at the base of my shaft. “Would you like me to sink my finger in here?” I press my slickened finger to her back passage, letting it part the rose, giving it a tease.
“Yes,” she pants, pushing back as she rises and falls, and holy fucking hell, I nearly blow my load right then.
I’m desperate to see my finger disappear inside her arse, so I keep pushing forward, gritting my teeth as I try to force myself not to arrive to the party too fucking soon.
