Erin Ashford Sexy Novels & Stories

“Let them eat you, baby. Let them worship this pussy until you can’t think straight.” I came again with a broken sob, thighs shaking around their heads. They kept licking me through it, gentler now, drawing it out until I was twitching and oversensitive. When they finally pulled back, their mouths were shiny with my arousal. The sight made something deep inside me clench. Asher stood up and pulled his shirt off. His body was incredible — toned, strong, perfect. Finn and Silas followed, stripping down to their boxers. The outline of their cocks made my mouth go dry.

Asher wouldn't reject the body that I was giving to him for free. "Good afternoon, Mr. Asher," I said kindly. I pouted my lips that I had polished with red lipstick forward to give a seductive impression. My shoulders swayed to make my jutting breasts jiggle. Mr. Asher narrowed his eyes as he received the document from me, and I deliberately looked down in front of his face so that he could see my big breasts and feel aroused. Mr. Asher cleared his throat. I knew for sure his penis was stiffening. But he looked at me sharply instead. It's not a lustful look at all. It was a threatening look.

“No young lady, until you accept to give to the orphans, there’ll be no sex for you” “I don’t want sex, all I ask for is a quickie. Just the tip" She replied, licking his neck lazily as her hand found his buckle. His limp shaft revived immediately and hot arousal shot through him. His hand found her hook and with a little snap, he released her white, huge breasts. He dug his face into them, earning a moan and laugh from Isabelle who stroked his shaft lightly. "Stop, you still haven't agreed" Alessandro moved back slightly and she pouted with a frown, drawing him closer.

Flanked behind her were her besties; Eva and Jamie. What now? Would she beat me because Terry spoke to me? I stared back at her with unhidden disdain. She had her makeup done in her usual Gothic style with three earrings lining each ear. The third was a big circle. Her hair was done up in a fancy style that reminded me instantly of Barbie. Her plaid skirt could actually win an award for the shortest because it stopped right below her butts. And unlike other girls who wore their mini skirts with pantyhose, she didn't. As if that wasn't enough, her top buttons were done, exposing a lot of cleavage. Damn. She was so hot, busty and had everything a bad boy would crave. She reminded me of a strip

, I said. He chuckled, "Okay then I'll see you when you get back, then you can tell me all about it, or better till show me", he said. Ashe is someone I least expected to be this sexual. I mean I thought no one could come close to my freak level, but Asher? he's so quiet and calm you wouldn't even think that he's Capable of doing things Like that. You wouldn't even know he's this sexual. The day he fucked me? I could have sworn it was another person and not me. He moved like a pro, like a p**n star, acted like one, he knew how to touch me and where to touch me to make me loose myself.

The only thing he wanted to have . Struggling to maintain an impassive facade, Ash entered his office and left the door slightly ajar. His gaze immediately shot to Ash , The disgusted look he had on his face did not begin to describe his reaction to her appearance. She looked nothing like Loveth although Ash looked fresh and ladylike, dressed in a crisp blue-and-white gown with a pristine white bow tied at the throat and a row of pearl buttons that extended down the front of the bodice.

Thinking that he had mistaken his heartbeat for a sound, he continued down. But this time, it was a shadow behind him that caught his attention. He stopped and turned around, expecting to see Lambert or one of his witches, but it was neither of them. Asher stood there, her red hair flowing wildly around her shoulders in long tangly curls, her lips curled in a seductive smile. She was dressed in a very thin silky material, something that could pass as a nightgown, except this one was particularly too short, even shorter than the one Laurel had worn, revealing all the wrong things in the wrong places.

Her not-well-proportioned hips swayed in her black see-through, sleeveless dress, leaving an ugly image behind her. She knew she had her by the balls with her words. If there was one thing Ash loved most in the world other than sex, it was money, big money. "Fifty percent and you have your whore for the night!" Ash called after her boss. "Thirty-five," she said softly as she paused in her steps, waiting for Ash to catch up with her. Getting in front of her, Ash voiced, "forty-five percent." Her eyes narrowed as she took in Ash's outfit. Her blue jeans were ripped as they exposed most of her smooth thighs, and her top covered more of her boobs than necessary.

he muttered. “You and this friend of yours… must be really close for her to even go as far as sharing beauty tips with you.” I smacked my lips. “Uhmm, not as close as you might think,” Ashford said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Now I'm dying to know more," I grinned. “I've been in the Central Plane for quite some time now, and yet I don't think I've actually seen you with anyone who actually fits the description of a… Friend."

"And to think you had me fooled with all those baggy shapeless clothes you always wear and hiding that hot body of yours." "Stop flirting with her," mum said with a smile. "No can do Kate, she's just too cute and sexy as hell in that dress," Ash said wagging his eyebrows. I glared daggers at him. "Ha ha ha, so funny I actually forgot to laugh," I said dryly. Asher didn't seem affected at all. "Love you too hot-stuff," he said as he pulled out his phone and aimed it at me, "now pose for the camera Al," he said.