ASHER RICK

Part four

Fuck.....

“Stop...” I felt my heat against him and the heat coming from him. My command came as wanton and I hated it. He rubbed my clít gently. I could not stop my moan when he inserted a digit into my awaiting crevice. He was holding me by my throat with his left hand. I wasn’t even aware of where the alcohol went, and I didn’t care, f**k! I didn’t care. All I cared about was this stranger’s finger on me—how he circled his thumb over my clít, going up and down over my wetness, twirled it, and dipped inside over again. It felt so damn-fantastically good that it had my body squirming.

My gasps faltered as I felt my temperature climb up at the heightened velocity and I felt it. I was so close but- he stopped.

I hissed in disapproval. I could feel his smirk on my neck. He spun me around and, to my surprise, kissed me with a heated fervor which I eagerly returned with equal ardor. His hunger matched mine.

His tongue probed the inside of my mouth, tasting the softness of my trap; he tasted wonderful, minty with the hint of alcohol in it.

I wanted him...wanted him inside me, filling me up. My mind was whirling away. I was dazed. The alcohol affected me but he must have had a stronger effect on me. I couldn’t think straight.

He pulled away from the kiss and I was so eager I chased his lips and nipped them. Moaning. He lightly chuckled and murmured.

"Let’s get out of here,” he purred against my lips.

“Hmmm....please...” Did I just beg? I couldn’t believe it. Did I want this? Oh, yes. I wanted him. “But my friend, she will be worried about my disappearance. I have to tell her. ” I said, still dazed from the kiss.

“Don’t worry. I have already informed her that I will bring you to the eight heavens.” The glint in his eyes was promising. My mouth went dry. I could almost taste his promises, making my body come alive like a fish that had been deprived of water for so long.

I wanna jump at him right now.

“Yeah, I like that,” I was breathless.

He led me out of the club but never once did his touch leave me. Even after reaching the parking lot, he was still nuzzling my neck and throat, touching and kneading my hips. We stopped in front of the black Chevrolet Camaro. It was a modern style with muscular edges but I didn’t give a damn time deducing that.

My mind concentrated on the muscular being with me at the moment, whom I was so sure could make me fall to my knees and probably worship his c**k with so much desire.

“Get in,” he opened the door to his car for me, making sure I wouldn’t hit my head, although I felt like I had already hit my head and lost all inhibitions my brain should be producing right now.

He slid inside the driver's seat and brought the engine to life. He turned to me, smirking as he leaned to strap the seatbelt over me. Even while outreaching his hand to buckle the belt, his nose nuzzled my throat again and nipped its skin, making me moan. This man was such a tease.

"Yeah, just like that. You’ll be a moaning mess later when I f**k you to oblivion. Hmmm... my place or yours?” His voice was deep, so sexy, so tempting. His voice alone screamed 'fück me'.

"Yours,″ I rasped.

"Very good.″ He smirked. That sexy smirk.

The ride was comfortably exciting. Stimulating.

My eyes browsed outside. It was a bit late but the streets of New York were still a bit packed with people who were habitually active at night. It was either for their jobs or like us in the wee times.

My thoughts were startled when he spoke, catching me off guard by his demand.

“What?”

“Take your tiny undies off and put them in my glove compartment. Spread your legs for me. Raise your legs and put your heels on the edge of the seat. Play with my pussy.” He said possessively. I almost came. There was something about the way he said those words...So sinful

My body took his command. I slowly slid off my thong and placed it where he wanted it to be. I spread my legs and gasped as I felt the coolness of air from the aircon blowing on my bare cunt. I ceremoniously placed my heels on the edge and reached for my clit. I moaned at the contact.

My clít had been throbbing for some love and sensitivity from the previous activity. He emitted a low growl as his knuckles turned white from gripping the wheel. His bulging front was obvious; it was growing. I bet he needed to be freed as well.

Focusing on my pending orgasm, I eagerly rubbed my clit, and groaned at the sweet sensations. I had never imagined m**********g next to a stranger could be this very stimulating.

My head tilted upward as I whimpered.

"f**k! It feels so good.” I sighed. Unable to control.

“s**t!” He hissed. “Don’t come, I want that unwasted. I want your c*m on my c**k when I ram inside you.” I shuddered from such vulgar words, yet I found them more arousing.

I felt the intense throbbing of my clit as I thumbed it, making my wetness trickle down to my anus. I was becoming more and more sensitive at every passing second. Rubbing my clít faster and dipping a finger, my body heated intensely. I could feel my legs getting numb from the sensation. My brain must have been releasing a shitload of dopamine as the pleasures I was feeling were getting more intense, bringing me closer to my peak.

“I’m gonna come...!” I whimpered but before I could, he grabbed my hand that was playing with my p***y. What the-! I was stunned. My legs immediately closed to get more friction for my impending orgasm. His dark chuckles didn’t help the situation either. Amusement and lust were clouding his eyes as he turned to me and to the road simultaneously.

“You don’t listen, do you? Your pleasure is mine, not that little finger of yours.” He said with conviction.

“Hmmmph!” I scowled at him.

Finally, we arrived at the 60-story building. I was impressed he lived in The Silver Towers building. I wondered what his job was. But right now, I was more concerned about my aching core under this dress.

I wanted to get rid of this dress. It made my skin more sensitive.

We reached the elevator. As we stepped in, he once again caged me in his broad embrace and kissed my neck. There was no doubt he would be leaving Dracula’s marks on me. I couldn’t help but moan at his wet kisses and licking. I didn’t even notice I was already being carried to his unit. He reached for his card and swiped it, punched his code and we entered.

The door shut with a bang. Meanwhile, he never stopped nipping my neck down to my chest while carrying me bridal style. All I did was close my eyes and savor the desirable assault of his mouth. His strong and sinful mouth.

He put me down at the foot of his king-sized bed and stepped backward.

“Take everything off. I wanna see you.” His voice was dominating. Without any hesitation, I did. Why am I not scared?

I was now bared to him. Exposed to his eyes content. His eyes traveled from my face to my chest downward but lingered on my waxed p***y. I was glad I had my little-dovey waxed a week ago.

I seductively cupped my p***y and parted my lips to show him my little bud that was hidden from the lips. That alone elicited an animalistic groan from him. He stepped forward.

I squalled when he picked me up and kneeled in front of me as he situated me on the edge of the bed. I knew what he was going to do and it made me even wetter if that was even possible.

I cried loudly when he dived and placed an open-mouth kiss on my awaiting lips.

"Oh, that feels so good.” My breath hitched, my hands found his head. He slowly licked upward and circled his tongue on my bundle of nerves, causing my body to uncontrollably jerk.

Sucking my clit, he plunged two digits in my channel, making me draw a heavy breath. I hadn’t penetrated myself beyond one digit and his fingers were thicker than mine. Thus, the stretching of my inner walls became too much to bear.

My body buckled slightly and I made feeble sounds that encouraged him to add more frictions. I became a moaning mess as he continued his assaults on my p***y. I couldn’t take it anymore.

The teasing, the foreplay, and the denied orgasm rolled into one and I clenched around his fingers, convulsing as I was nearing the edge.

"c*m, doll,″ that tipped me to the edge.

"Fuck...Fuck...″ I came with a long throaty wail. I thought my heart stopped beating. It was...mind-blowing.

My breath was still hitching when he stood up and removed all his garments, licking the traces of my juices off his sinful lips.

He was really handsome. His eyes darkened with lust and desire. I knew it was all for me. I was boldly staring when he removed the last clothing that hid his erection. Oh my- his junior was big. It stood proud on his abdomen. Would that even fit in me? I shuddered.

“Nervous? Don’t worry. I will fit just fine.” He smirked.

This was it. There was no turning back. Besides, I would want to have that c**k in me. I had never wanted anyone sexually the way I wanted this man.