Page 73 of Dirty Deadly & Mine
All the frustrations of my day come soaring out of me the moment I explode on his tongue, my cries of pleasure filling the quiet house as he laps at me, not easing up.
“Asher,” I pant, my eyes falling to meet his, and he eases back wearing a shit-eating-grin glistening with my slickness.
“Yes, Mummy?”
My eyes widen at his nerve, but before I can say anything, he leaps up off the floor, gripping the globes of my arse, and hauls me up to wrap my legs around his waist.
“Now, my fiery Angel, I’m going to fuck you.”
His lips slam into mine and I melt instantly, my tongue lapping at the taste of myself on his lips. As we kiss, Asher spins and lowers my arse to the chilled surface of the stone benchtop, his kiss swallowing my gasp at the cold contact.
As we devour each other’s mouths, he works on freeing his cock from his pants, while I blindly tug up his shirt, wrenching it over his head when we break the kiss.
Before I can do anything else, he has his tip pressing against my entrance, and in one swift thrust, he surges in.
Throwing my head back, I moan as he fills me, my arms wrapping around his neck to hold on as he starts to pound into me hard.
“You like that,Mummy?” he asks, his voice jolting with each thrust.
“Fuck, Asher,” I pant, cracking my eyes open to look at him. “Stop with that.”
With the ferocity of his thrusts, it makes it hard to talk, but I manage to get the words out, although they fall on deaf ears.
“I can’t.” He grunts, his face contorting in the beauty ofpleasure and pain combined. “When I call you Mummy, you get wetter.”
I gasp at his words, but I don’t get a chance to respond when he throws his own demand at me.
“Rub your clit.”
I tried numerous times to rub my clit while fucking Alexander. He always told me off, saying we were making love, not masturbating. His words always made me feel shameful. I’d only wanted to get myself over the line knowing he wouldn’t do it, but now when Asher asks and I stare into his whisky gaze, I know there’s no shame there.
Asher Scott is pure sin, and he calls to my soul.
Hell, he owns my soul.
I’m not sure when that happened or if it’s even possible after only a few days, but no one has ever matched my true black heart more than this man thrusting into me.
Fighting back any lingering shame, thanks to my pathetic ex-husband, I slip my fingers between our bodies and do as Asher asked. I rub my clit.
It really is a magical thing, the little bud that ignites my body by stimulating the nerve endings. The way my fingers work over the skin, setting me ablaze from the inside out, and Asher moans, probably feeling my extra slickness.
“Fuck, yes,” he rasps, his voice strained as his eyes drop from my face to where we are joined, and my gaze follows.
“I’m gonna come,” he chokes out, and just the knowledge of that shoots me over the line, and together, we soar.
Our cries of ecstasy are loud in my living area, bouncing off the walls as we ride each wave of ecstasy, and our bodies have only just gone lax when a voice cuts through the air.
“WHAT THE FUCK!”
A squeal flies from my mouth at the deep voice that booms through the room, and we both stiffen at its familiar tone.
CHAPTER 16
ASHER
Barrett fucking Marx is standing in the doorway, his eyes wild with fury as he takes in the scene. At first, I start to relax because at least it isn’t Jude or Ronan, but then, he lurches forward with a murderous glare, and I realise there’s a big fucking possibility that I’m about to die.
“No!” Lily cries. “Barrett, wait!”
