Novel & Cerita Erin Ashford Sexy

AUTHOR'S POV Rain poured down hard on Tobias Ashford, whose black hair were sticking to his forehead covering his chocolate brown mesmerising eyes, that screamed emptiness. The raindrops traced his straight pointed nose and trailed down to his perfectly shaped thick lips, then finally washed over his all black fitted suit.

I gasped as the sparks shot through my sensitive area. “Asher, please,” I grabbed his hand as he started to nibble on my ear. His hand on my back had moved to my side, pulling me against the side of the tub, water splashing on the floor. Asher’s fingers slipped inside my folds and found my clit. He started rubbing over the sensitive skin, and my body reacted against his touch, causing a moan to escape my mouth.

"Freya, you are so... ugh... delicious..." I grabbed Ash's hair, clawing at his back as I felt the force of Ash's thrusts all over my body. All my senses focused on Ash's power moving inside me until I was swept away by the waves of pleasure that rolled over me. I arched my body upwards, making a sharp moaning sound as the peak of pleasure exploded.

he finally answers and I realize I need to be less selfish. Ash has been just as worried as me, even if he’s not an anxious mess. He’s in need of some unwinding too. “Imagine Georgie being here right now,” I say, because I know that will get us in an even better mood. Just mentioning her name makes Ash pump his dick against mine harder. “We wouldn’t be this dry. She gets so fucking wet,” he mutters, fastening his hand. “Spit on us again,” I order, because it is dry. Asheron nods and moves away for a second just to spit down, directly on us. Again, I find it so hot, I almost bring my own hand down, “Who would’ve thought, you’re dirty.”

Alex blinks, rubs his eyes, and watches him heading to the bin where he discards the condom. Alex sighs, a content little smile on his lips, pushing the pillow behind him into a more comfortable position. Their eyes meet, and even like this, no, especially like this, tousled, blissed-out, and purely himself, Ash is utterly breathtaking. He wipes his hair, his style ruined, yet makes it look careless, sexy, and elegant, the way he stretches his arms, elongating his upper body, a pleased smile on his face. And that damn body chain, Alex feels a little devastated.

Alpha Asher murmured, lust swirling in his voice. The pressure in my pussy burst and I ground my fingers greedily against my clit, determined to ride out my orgasm. A loud moan left my lips, followed by Asher's name. A snarl of approval sounded through out my head, only heightening my intense orgasm. "Such a good fucking girl." Alpha Asher snarled.

Her outfit left nothing to the imagination and it hurt me to see Ashford and his boys gawking at her curvy body. “W… W… What is this Ash, what the hell are you doing? This isn’t the deal!” I stammered out in frustration and anger.

I sighed, “I trust you. I just don’t fucking trust those girls and I guess, I am scared you’ll find someone better.” “I wish you could see what I see. You’re perfect. There is no one better.” Asher pressed himself against my core, “you’re the only one that can make me feel this way. You’re the only one that can make me this hard.” I laughed, “we’re going to have so much fucking cybersex, aren’t we?” Asher smirked and continued pressing himself against me, “cybersex, real sex, phone sex. Shit, I’ll write you letters like Sierra will write Kate if that’s what it takes.”

The video on it was the security footage I'd pulled from the incident with Rachel. Shock and anger washed over him. She had lied to him! Thinking back over everything that had happened, Cole called his assistant and ordered him to dig up everything about Rachel and her return. His hands didn't stop trembling. He felt like his heart was being ripped apart. Laura knocked on his bedroom door and slipped in, holding out the plain ring she'd hidden away. "Mr. Hartness, Ms. Cavendish chose to throw everything away, but I secretly kept this ring." Cole's eyes turned red as he clenched the ring in his fist so hard his knuckles went white. His lips trembled as he asked, "Tell me… Was it that night th

This is it. I was about have sex on my kitchen island with a man I met a few days ago. Nothing crazy about that of course. I tried not to think about it too much, so I mainly focused on my body and how much on fire it was. Tristan was a great kisser, that's for sure. The way he gripped the back of my neck with one hand and my waist with the other drove me crazy. The way he moved his lips in a rhythmic manner on mine pushed my feelings to a certain ecstatic high that was enough to drive me insane.