Page 51 of Deliverance

“You’re going to help me greet her,” he says before his mouth latches onto my neck.

I can’t help but let out a needy moan as he begins kissing and sucking on the sensitive part of my neck. His lips trail up and down my flesh, nipping and biting at me as his hands move down and grip my ass. I turn practically limp in his arms, desperate for anything he’s willing to give me.

I feel his hands begin to lift my dress, and I raise my arms to let him. The dress has a built-in bra that pushes my boobs to the sky, so no need for one. In an instant, I’m left standing in nothing but a silk thong and my heels. Asher pulls back to admire the sight before his eyes darken, his mouth latching around one of my nipples. Another moan escapes me as I tilt my head back and cry out.

“Fuck! Yes, baby. More!” I beg.

Of course, he doesn’t give me more. Instead, he pulls away, practically shoving me onto the bed before forcing me to bend over. His hands grip my thong, tearing it down my legs as I kick off my shoes.

I hear the jingling of Asher’s belt and pants before he pushes inside me. Thankfully, I’m fucking soaked because, I mean, it’s Asher Putnam. He’s fucking gorgeous. A moan rips through me as he begins savagely fucking me.

“God, you’re such a slut. Always so fucking soaked for me,” Asher grunts.

“Always, baby. I love your cock,” I whimper.

He doesn’t say anything in response and he doesn’t need to. He easily slides in and out of me, pounding away at my g-spot in a rhythm that is going to send me flying over the edge in seconds at this rate. I whimper and moan as he continues fucking me, his hand slapping against my ass several times before the sound of the door opening registers in my ears.

Guess this was the greeting he was hoping for. I ramp up the theatrics, almost to the point of pornographic, as I cry out and moan before turning my head to set eyes on his so-called fiancée. I give her a satisfied smile as she looks at us in horror. Good. I hope it kills her to see her fiancé having the time of his life balls deep in me. I hope it guts her to know that he is already more than satisfied. That she is not only not needed, but not wanted.

I can’t lie. I fucking hate how pretty she is. Her hair is long and blonde, not a hair out of place. Her bright green eyes are like sparkling gems to match her flawless skin and full lips. I don’t see why Christopher would have picked her for Asher. Doesn’t he know his son at all? Asher loves a woman who is confident, sexy. Not one that wears a brown pencil skirt tucked into a white long sleeved shirt that doesn’t even show an inch of cleavage. A prude? That’s who Asher has to marry? At least I know one thing for sure, I’ll definitely be keeping his cock warm for the foreseeable future, and that’s a foothold I’ll gladly hold on to.

The girl scrambles, quickly rushing out of the room. Good. Bye bitch. Stay the fuck away from my man.

“Where are you going?” Asher asks, keeping his eyes facing forward.

“Sorry. I must have the wrong room. I’m Skyla Parris.”

My head turns away from her as my eyes round. What the fuck? Henry Parris’ daughter? The one he’s kept away for years? I think the last time she was in Salem was fifteen or sixteen years ago. What the fuck is she doing back?

Asher pushes into me deeper than before, a deep groan escaping him that forces a breathy whimper out of me before he speaks.

“Stay,” he says, confusing me for a moment as to who he is talking to before he taps my ass.

“You, get dressed and get the fuck out of here.”

I don’t let my hurt show, and I certainly won’t let this bitch see an ounce of weakness. So, I smile happily as Asher slips out of me, stepping into my panties and sliding on my dress and heels before turning to face Asher. I lean in to kiss him when he whips his head away, wrapping his hand around my bicep, as he practically drags me out of the room. I struggle to keep up while also maintaining my composure before he opens the door and shoves me out, slamming it back in my face.

I startle at the sharp thud before I press my ear against the door. Everything is built so thickly I can hardly hear anything, but I do my best.

“So, you’re the Parris princess,” Asher says.

She says something that I can’t quite make out before he begins speaking. I only catch a few words before she speaks again.

“Asher?” she asks like she had no idea who she was looking at.

Seriously, who the fuck is this girl? How could she not know him?

I miss a few more things that they say before he snarls.

“Put it on and don’t take it off.”

Suddenly, the door opens. I scramble to the side, but Asher still slams right into me as the door shuts.

“What the fuck?” he snaps. “I told you to get the fuck out of here.”

“I wanted to wait for you. She’s awful,” I sneer. “Do you want to go somewhere else? Finish what we started?” I ask as I rest my hand on his chest.

He snatches my wrist, tossing it to my side, as he shakes his head.