gawk at the size of him. He’s huge—at least nine inches and the biggest I’ve ever seen, let alone done anything with. The chances of him ripping me in half are high, but I welcome the challenge.
He hovers over me and reaches into the nightstand to grab a condom. Of fucking course, it’s a magnum. Ripping it open with his teeth, I watch as he slides it over his thick cock. Once he’s done, he lines up at my entrance and sinks inside me in a single thrust.
“Fucking fuck,” he growls as he bottoms out.
The pain of being stretched open stings, but it’s the most pleasurable pain I’ve ever felt in my life. I dig my nails into his lower back, mentally begging him to do something, and he smiles as he gets the message.
Thrusting into me relentlessly, the moans coming out of both our mouths are animalistic. He fucks me like he isn’t afraid to break me—like I’m anything but fragile—and I’m living for it. We both may be in pieces by the time this is over, covered in bruises and scratch marks, but neither us seem to care. We’ll ride this out to sunrise.
I WAKE IN THE morning feeling sore in all the best places. The heavy arm draped across my stomach reminds me that Asher is sound asleep beside me. Allowing myself a moment, I run my eyes over his face and take in each one of his features. He’s flawlessly gorgeous, and if I didn’t know exactly what last night was, I may even consider sticking around.
Carefully, I slip out from under his hold and tip-toe to the bathroom. My reflection stares back at me from the mirror, in nothing but underwear, completely unashamed of what took place a few hours ago. I run my fingers through my hair to remove any knots and use a tissue to fix my face. When I’m done, I creep back into the room. The last thing I want is for him to wake up and think he needs to let me down easy. I’m not some fragile little thing, and I don’t need to be treated as such.
I manage to find my dress on the floor. As I pick it up, however, I remember how he literally tore it off me. Sexy as fuck, yes, but it doesn’t make for a very easy getaway. I spot his black T-shirt draped across the back of the chair and nearly cheer in victory. Pulling it on, the shirt hangs so low on me, it could be considered a dress. Perfect. I grab my heels and go to leave the room when I hear Asher from behind me.
“Leaving already?” he asks, voice laced with sleep in a way that makes me want to relive last night all over again.
“Yeah. I have a thing I need to get to this morning.”
Nodding, he looks me over once and his brows furrow. “Is that my shirt?”
“Yeah,” I tell him, doing a twirl to show how much better it looks on me than him. “I’d wear my dress, but you kinda ruined it.”
“Shit.” The smirk drops right off his face. “I forgot about that. Let me pay for a new one.”
As he reaches for his wallet, the sheet covering him falls to his waist, and the sight of his abs is enough to keep me locked in here for the rest of the day, learning more of the sinful things he can do with that tongue. But I can’t. Delaney is waiting for me, and I can’t let her down. It’s not an option.
“That’s really not necessary.”
He looks up after pulling a massive wad of hundred-dollar bills, and okay, what the fuck? “Are you sure?”
With my luck, he’s probably some kind of mafia boss or something. No one that hot comes without trouble. It’s practically a proven fact. And as tempting as it is to stay and figure him out, I have to go.
“Positive. I was only going to wear it once anyway.”
He seems confused for a second, and then tosses the cash onto the bed. “Well, at least let me walk you to the door.”
Apparently, having to see his abs again wasn’t enough. The universe has to torture me with seeing him in his boxers, walking toward me with fuck-me-eyes and a smirk that could melt the clothing right off my body. I swallow hard and try to focus on literally anything else as he places his hand on the small of my back and