Chapter 7

With him kissing me now, with me no longer needing to hold his face and pull him up, I grappled with his pants until I had them somewhat undone. I kicked them away, pushed them down with the toes of my heels, and then narrowed my brow in frustration when I couldn’t get his pants all the way off because of his shoes.

He laughed and helped me remove his shoes and pants. “Calm down, Jessika.”

“It’s not funny!” I shrieked, trying not to laugh, too. “I need you inside of me right now.”

“What if I say no?” he asked.

“Asher,” I said, panic-stricken. “You wouldn’t. No, don’t. Please. I’m begging you.” All conversational skills abandoned me. “Asher, no, I…”

I got no further before he grabbed the sides of my thighs and buried himself inside of me. Every synapse in my brain let out an electric sigh of wonder at the insane amount of pleasure he brought me. His cock drove into me, steady and thick, completely satisfying my need of him. Or, satisfying that current need, though I suddenly realized I