Chapter 362

As soon as Violet was on her feet, she grabbed his face and plunged her tongue into his mouth, letting him taste his essence on hers.
Afterward, she pulled back and whispered into his ear, low and sultry, “So tell me Asher, are you going to let your father hold you back, or are you going to fuck me until I can’t tell my right from my left?”
Violet stepped closer until their bodies were flush, her breasts pressing against his chest. “…would you drown yourself in my tight, moist heat…” she whispered, punctuating the question by taking his hand and guiding it between her thighs.
She held his gaze, watching the flicker of shock in his eyes when his fingers dipped into her and discovered just how wet she was for him. Then she let go of his hand, leaving it there. The ball was now in his court, and it was up to him to decide what to do with it.
And then he made his move, beginning to stroke her. Violet’s breath hitched in her throat.
Asher pumped his finger in and out, her pussy slurping and gushing around it, the scent of her arousal quickly filling the room. Gasping and moaning, Violet rolled her hips in rhythm with his probing finger.
“Fuck, Asher! Oh my God…. ” Her eyes rolled back, “don’t stop please…. ”
But Asher added a second finger, stretching her further and Violet moaned aloud.
“Oh God!”
The throbbing ache in her core deepened with every pump, each second winding her tighter, until Violet had no choice but to wrap her arms around Asher just to stay upright.
His pace quickened, relentless now, and she clenched around him, lost in the sensations. The pressure coiled, tighter and tighter, until she shattered with a cry, her body locking up as she came hard around his fingers.
Her breath came in shallow gasps, her release dripping over his hand. Asher withdrew his fingers slowly, deliberately, then brought them to her lips. Violet didn’t need to be told. She opened for him, tasting herself as he slid them past her lips, a sinful communion both knew far too well.
Violet boldly sucked her juices from his two middle fingers, moaning with slow, indulgent, and shameless satisfaction. The sound alone drew a growl from deep within Asher’s chest. Everything about his purple queen was sin incarnate, and he couldn’t get enough.
Then Asher crashed his mouth against hers, a bruising, desperate kiss. As they devoured each other, he lifted her effortlessly, and Violet instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. Still kissing, he carried her to the bed and eased her down, positioning himself between her thighs.
Only then did he break the kiss to lower his head and claim her breasts. His tongue flicked, suckled, and teased her nipples until they were hard, aching, and painfully tight—two perfect peaks begging for attention.
“Christ!” Violet yelped, the sudden jolt of pleasure catching her off guard, sending delicious tremors ricocheting through her entire body.
She arched into him with a needy mewl, the teasing too much to bear.
“Please, Asher,” she breathed, her voice a soft plea. The ache between her thighs had become unbearable. She needed him. Now.
Asher groaned in response, low and primal, and the next thing she felt was the hot press of his thick dick at her entrance. Her breath caught. This was it, the moment she’s been waiting for.
But instead of thrusting in, Asher rocked his hips, dragging the swollen head of his cock up and down her slick folds in maddening strokes. A slow, taunting glide that made her hips jerk and her core throb for more.
“Fuck. Asher, just do it already.” Violet writhed beneath him.
And he did just that.
Asher began to push into her, but Violet had forgotten one crucial detail. His cock was much bigger than the finger he’d used during foreplay. Pain lanced through her, sharp and sudden, stealing the breath from her lungs as her mouth parted in a silent gasp.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Asher growled, voice rough with a mix of strain and pleasure. He was only halfway in, and even that looked like it took effort.
“Don’t worry,” he said, his tone softer now. “I’ll go in slowly.”
But just as he began to pull back, ready to ease in again, Violet stopped him with a hand to his chest. “No. Don’t. Just get it over with.”
His gaze searched hers. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Her voice was steady. Firm. Certain.
He kissed her again slowly, while his fingers slid down to flick her clit. Her mouth dropped open in a gasp, pleasure blooming once more, and Asher seized the moment. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, breaking past the barrier in one fluid, devastating motion.
Violet cried out as a sharp twinge of pain shot through her, her muscles clenching involuntarily, chest rising and falling with each breath. It felt foreign. She could feel every inch of him, thick and hot inside her, stretching her in a way that made her body tremble.
Asher didn’t move. He stayed still, letting her adjust to the size of him.
“Are you alright?” he asked gently, brushing a bead of sweat from her forehead.
She nodded, and her hips began to move against his, chasing more of the friction she now craved.
“You’re mine now, Violet Purple.” Asher’s voice was possessive, and final. He laced their fingers together, anchoring her to him.
Then he began to move slowly, drawing out each thrust as if he intended for her to feel every stroke, every inch, every agonizing, exquisite second of it.
“Fuck, Asher,” Violet groaned, the edge of frustration and pleasure blurring as she struggled to keep up with the maddening rhythm he set.
“Tell me,” Asher growled, feral and breathless, “do you feel me?” He rolled his hips in a slow, torturous grind, letting her feel just how deep he was inside her. How completely he owned her body in that moment.
“Yes, yes, I feel you,” Violet moaned, her voice thick with need. “Deeper than you can imagine.” She relished the control he had, the way he made her body sing under his touch.
“Good girl,” Asher rasped, his gaze darkening. Then, without warning, he pulled back and slammed into her with a force that knocked the breath from her lungs. Violet swore she saw stars.
“Oh God!” she screamed, as he thrust again and again. Each one shattered her further, sending pleasure crashing over her like waves she couldn’t ride out.
And just like that, Violet broke. Her head fell back, spine arching off the bed, as a blinding shockwave of rapture tore through her, leaving her trembling and undone beneath him.
But Asher didn’t stop.
He sat back until he was kneeling, then gripped her hips and began to drive into her with punishing ferocity. Her breasts bounced with every powerful thrust, the slap of his hips against her skin echoing through the room.
His balls hit her ass with every move, each impact pushing her closer to the edge. It was no surprise when she felt herself tightening around him again, her second orgasm barreling toward her like a train.
“Asher, I’m coming!” Violet screamed, her voice ragged with need, just as Asher thrust into her harder like a beast unleashed.
Asher leaned forward to kiss her again, swallowing her cries just as her walls clamped down hard around his cock. And this time, they both cried out in pleasure.
One. Two. Asher kept thrusting until he spilled inside her with a groan, and Violet milked every last drop, her body pulling everything he had to give.
Then he collapsed on top of her, utterly spent. His weight was heavy, but not crushing.
A soft, satisfied smile curved Violet’s lips.
Best. Night. Ever.