His Absolute Authority: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #3) (9 page)

Not because of the reports, no.  More because he was angry at the fact that he needed to have these reports written up and sent to him in the first place.  He wanted to bury his cock inside his beautiful wife, the woman who had helped him with so much and deserved all of his love and affection, and he wanted to make her feel wanted and loved and safe.  He didn't want her to ever feel like she'd done anything wrong, or that she wasn't good enough, for him or for anything.

He wanted to make love to her and force her to forget about everything except their love and happiness.  His cock twitched with a fierce urge to do exactly that.  He wanted her to walk into the bedroom, he wanted to descend upon her, he wanted to pick her up and carry her to the bed, then he wanted to toss her onto it and plunge into her without rhyme or reason.

He didn't need a reason to make love to Jessika; he didn't need a reason even if he had an infinite number of them.

Asher put his phone on the bedside table.  There was more information he wanted to read through again and consider, but not right now.  Instead, he lay in the middle of the bed, waiting.  His cock jutted up, filled with longing and lust.  Slowly, teasing himself, he wrapped his fingers around his shaft and stroked up and down slowly.  His cock twitched in his hand, needy and desiring more.

Less than a minute later, the bedroom door opened.  Jessika hurried inside, shutting the door behind her.  She didn't notice what Asher was doing at first.

Before she turned around and saw him, she said in a loud, excited whisper, "I think Elise and Lucent are having sex!"

***

I
'd just finished speaking with Elise and Lucent.  They sounded good.  I thought everything was going to be alright.  I thought this, because I was fairly certain they were having sex.  Or doing something sexual.  I couldn't really see in the darkness, especially since I'd shut the blinds earlier, but in the faintest hints of moonlight I thought I saw them together.  A shadow of Elise sitting on Lucent's darkened lap, slowly moving up and down.

I didn't mean to be a pervert or a voyeur or anything, so I tried to ignore it, but... I was fairly positive they were doing something.  Which was interesting, because they were having a conversation with me at the same time.  It was a nice conversation, too.  Lucent was apologizing and Elise sounded better and more herself.

I mean, I wasn't going to watch them—or not more than I sort of already was watching them—but I liked that they were having sex because I thought that meant they were making up.  Angry make up sex, sort of.  It seemed like a good thing to me.

And I needed to tell Asher!

I hurried back to my bedroom and shut the door behind me and blurted out the words, excited but trying not to be too loud.

"I think Elise and Lucent are having sex!"

This was a good topic of discussion, I thought, except then I changed my mind.  Asher lay in the middle of the bed, completely naked, erect cock proudly pointing towards the ceiling, with his fingers wrapped around it.  He stared at me, smirking, while he stroked himself.

I opened my mouth and stared right back at him.

"What are you doing!"  Both a question and an accusation.

He stroked himself a little faster now, but just a little bit.  Before, it was slow and languorous, but now it was a steady, even pace.  Up, pause, down, pause, and repeat.  For the fun of it, probably to tease me, he winked.

I ripped off my sweatpants as fast as I could, and my t-shirt followed suit.  I threw them to the ground, then jumped onto the bed.  Pushing Asher's legs apart while he slowly stroked himself, I knelt between his thighs, sitting on the backs of my calves.

"Can I?" I asked with a silly grin.

He loosened his grip on his erection, gesturing with a flourish and wave.  "By all means."

His precum was slick and shiny, covering the head of his cock.  I touched it with my fingertips, spreading it as much as I could onto his shaft.  I grabbed the base of his cock with one hand, wrapping my fingers around it and squeezing lightly, and with the other hand I held closer to the head of his cock.  I stroked him up and down like that, enjoying the feeling of him.  His cock twitched and flexed.  More precum trickled from the tiny little slit on the head.

Leaning forward, I stuck my tongue out and licked at it.  I teased and tormented him, lapping at his precum and the little slit, trying to spread it slightly with my tongue.  Asher grunted and squirmed, hips shifting side to side.  I took him into my mouth and moved my hands away, going as far down along his length as I could.  Then I pulled back, up and off, taking him in my hands again.

"So," I said, "what I was saying before.  I think Elise and Lucent are having sex.  Isn't that nice?"

Asher stared at me like I was crazy.  "You really want to have this conversation right now?"

I nodded and continued to stroke his cock.  "Yes.  Is that alright?"

"I... I guess so?"  He gave me the funniest grin.

I laughed.  My hands squeezed tight around his shaft and I moved them in little circles, my fingers twisting and spinning around his erection, back and forth as if I were trying to tighten or loosen it.  Or screw him tight, I thought.  Which was not entirely inaccurate... though in a different sort of way.  That was kind of a rude choice of words, but I liked it.  I wanted to be rude with Asher in the best kind of way.

"I liked it, because that means they're not mad with each other anymore, right?  I guess they might still be mad, but they're less mad.  I know there's angry sex and all of that, but I don't think you can really have sex with someone if you're upset with them.  Not exactly, at least.  You can still be upset, but there has to be some forgiveness there."

I started stroking Asher a little faster.  He closed his eyes and bucked his hips up.

"This is strange," I said, continuing.  "But... maybe Elise will get pregnant, too?  Tonight?  Is that possible?"

Asher grunted and I wasn't sure if he heard me at first.  I almost repeated myself, but then he said, "I'm sure she's on some sort of birth control?"

"Yes..."  Dangit, that was true.  "It's the shot one, too.  Not pills.  So that wouldn't work.  I don't know why, but I want to see what Elise looks like when she's pregnant.  Asher, I think I'm going baby-crazy."

Asher's hips lifted up again, faster now.  He didn't seem in control of his own actions.  I stared at his cock, rapt.  I liked having this kind of control.  It was kind of fun.  I stroked him even faster now, but just with one hand.  When he bucked his hips up the next time, I leaned down again and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, taking him in my mouth.  He thrust and squirmed even more.  I stroked him faster; as fast as I could.  My arm hurt a little, but this was so much fun.

"You're—"  Asher grunted and tried to speak, but it took him a moment.  "You're not crazy, baby."

I spluttered and laughed, but it didn't really come out like regular.  I had his cock in my mouth and that just... well, it didn't really work too well.  My laugh vibrated through his shaft, with a thin slip of saliva dribbling down my lip and coating his length.

"Fuck," he said.  "Jessika, soon.  Please don't stop."

Oh, no!  No, no, no!  I did stop, sort of.  I pulled back, getting into a regular sitting position.  I wasn't stroking him as fast as I could anymore, but I still held his cock in my hand.  His eyes shot open and he stared at me with the most intense, fervid confusion I'd ever seen.  He only did it for a second, though.

I crawled up his body until the most important part of me at that very moment loomed heavy over the most important part of him.  I started to lower myself onto him, but Asher took matters into his own hands.  He grabbed my hips, barely waiting for his cock to spread past my labia, before he slammed hard into me.

I'd be remiss to say I wasn't aroused, because I definitely was, but I wasn't exactly fully prepared for this.  I... I thought I could prepare rather quickly, though.  Asher, relentless, pounded into me over and over.  His legs worked like pistons, thighs pushing and pulling, feet using the bed beneath us as leverage, hips up and down, guiding his cock with a smooth, driving force.  My breasts bounced up and down, fast; too fast.

I latched my hands behind Asher's neck, holding him tight, and lowered my upper body against his.  This was better, a little less bouncing.

Asher thrust into me hard.  "I'm going to cum inside of you," he said, his words a rumble of sharp masculinity.  "I'm going to fill you with my cum and I'm going to
make
you have my baby, Jessika."

I whimpered and moaned, my body not used to the sudden abuse, but growing fonder by the minute.  Passion pierced through me, spearheaded by Asher's throbbing cock.

"I want it," I whispered.  "I want your cum, Asher.  I want to have your baby.  I want it so bad."

He slammed into me once more, and then I felt it.  His sweet, sticky seed roared inside of me, filling me deep.  Usually when he came, he stayed like that, savoring his orgasm while pushing as far into me as he could.  Not this time, though...

He kept going.  Pounding, thrusting, filling.  It felt strange to me, but very very good.  I felt him twitching and pressing, his throbbing, pulsing shaft pushing against every inch of my inner depths.  Slippery and slick, I accepted him inside of me, too.  All of him.  Us.  This was it.  This was what I wanted.

When he finished, he somehow flipped me onto my back while he was still inside of me, reversing our positions.  I squeaked, my breath jumping from my lungs.  He pushed into me as hard as he could, pressing his muscular body against mine.  His hands reached for my head and he pressed his palms against my cheek, then kissed me hard.  I'd lost my breath before, and I lost it even more now, but I didn't want to breathe anymore.  I just wanted to kiss him.

He kissed me with all of his passion and essence, his love and soul, for only a couple of seconds, but it seemed like forever.

"Did you?" he asked.  "Did you have an orgasm, too?"

I shook my head, no.  "I don't need to, though.  I'm happy and fine like this, Asher.  It's..."

I was going to say it wasn't a big deal, because honestly, it really wasn't.  He'd brought me to orgasm plenty of times tonight, if we were being completely honest with one another.  He'd tormented me with my vibrator barely half an hour ago or less, and made me cum multiple times in a row.  He...

He wasn't going to accept that excuse, apparently.

"You're going to cum," he said.  "I want you to."

He sounded so wild and desirous.  What was I supposed to say to that?

"Asher, really, it's—"

No, not good enough.

He pulled out of me with one quick jolt, then filled me with his fingers.  His mouth latched onto my neck, sucking and biting hard.  The heel of his hand pressed roughly against my clit while he beckoned me to cum with his fingers.

"Jessika," he said.  "I don't know what you fucking do to me.  I get so insatiable with you.  I don't want to ever stop.  You have no idea how much you turn me on, do you?  Every time I see you, it's a struggle not to get instantly hard.  In my office, out on the street, at home.  Anywhere."

Hearing this was... it was somewhat of a surprise.  I loved Asher, and I loved making love to him, too.  I felt the same way a lot of times, but I didn't know if he always felt that way, too.  I didn't know how he could?  Would he get bored of me?  Somehow?  Some time?  Except, no, our sex life was amazing, and we'd been together for a year now.  I...

"Asher," I said, letting loose a soft moan directly in his ear.  "I want to.  I want to cum for you.  Please, make me cum for you, Asher?"

He bit my neck, vampiric.  Pain mixed with the pleasure between my legs.  I gasped, a whisper of breath and desire.

"I can feel it," he said, speaking into the soft flesh of my throat.  "I can feel you squeezing against me, Jessika.  I can feel my cum inside of you, coating my fingers.  I can feel everything, and you feel so good.  My cum belongs in you.  That's where it should always be."

I nodded, sharp jerks of my head.  "Y-yes.  Your cum belongs inside me.  I want it.  I... Asher, I'm going to, soon.  Please make me."

"Cum," he said.  "Now."

I did.  I did exactly as he asked.  My body shuddered, a mix of excitement from his powerful thrusts, his palm rubbing against my clit and his fingers pressing into me, and then the arousal brought about at the dirty, naughty thoughts of Asher's cock filling me with his thick cream.  Yes, we were husband and wife, and no, it wasn't technically anything wrong, but when I thought about it, thought about how he could impregnate me, claim me, make my stomach and my body and my entire life and thoughts his for the next nine months... it sent me over the edge.

My body gave itself to him.  My mind gave itself to him.  I gave all of myself to Asher.  I loved him so much.

I wasn't sure when we stopped, but soon I lay on the bed, nearly breathless, with Asher at my side.  He was on his back now, cradling me in his arms.  I lay my head on his chest, nestling against him.  This was so perfect and sweet and wonderful.

A little naughty, too.  A good naughty, though.  A sweet and cute kind of naughty, if such a thing existed.  Asher and I could be as naughty as we wanted with one another, because what we did behind closed doors wasn't anyone's business, whether they thought it was or not.  I could do whatever I wanted with my husband, my lover, my best friend.

Asher kissed my cheek and smiled.  "Do you mind if I go to the bathroom quickly?" he asked.

"I don't mind," I said.  "Just don't forget to put some clothes on?"

He chuckled and nodded.  It took some effort, but somehow we disentangled from each other.  I didn't know how that was possible; I felt like we were too far connected, we could never come apart.

I watched him leave, giddy and joyous.  He grinned at me and winked before stepping into the hallway and shutting the bedroom door behind him.  I wondered if we could do that again when he came back?  I felt sore, though.  A good sore, like a constant, pleasant ache throughout my entire body.  I didn't know how anyone could feel like this.  What was I supposed to do tomorrow?  What if I couldn't even get out of bed?