His Absolute Arrangement: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #1) by Cerys du Lys Read Free Book Online Page A

entitled, but deep inside I want more.  I know I shouldn't.  There's a greed, some insatiable lust, for you and you alone, and it's difficult to control sometimes."
    He wrenched my panties up harder, forcing them to grind against my clit, partly buried between my folds.  I let out a moan; part pleasure and a little pain.  Fuck.  Was this... what was this?  I didn't know.  I wasn't sure.
    He kissed me.  His lips pressed against mine and he sucked in the moan, the pleasure and the pain, from my mouth.  I choked for air, trying to breathe, lost in sensation.  Asher let me.  I breathed quickly, in, out, but then he kissed me again, and I kissed him back.  We kissed.  He continued holding my panties, stretching them, fitting them to my body like some latex suit.
    He spoke directly into my mouth as I tried to kiss him more and more.  "Just with you.  I know that and I've always known that.  I want you, Jessika.  I want you wet.  I want you ready and aroused and waiting, but just for me.  I know you feel the same way.  You aren't a whore.  You wouldn't do this with anyone else.  I wouldn't, either.  I love you."
    "Asher, I love you, too," I said.  The words came out hurried and fast and quick, frantic like my pounding heart, but I meant each and every one of them.
    "What happened today wasn't your fault," he said.  "This isn't a punishment.  You're distracted, though.  I'm going to help you, like I helped you before, but this time it won't be wrong.  We're married now.  Me and you.  Husband and wife.  I love you so much, Jessika Landseer, and I will continue loving you forever.  You're not a whore or a homewrecker or a slut, but I'm going to have my way with you right here and now in my office, on the conference table where I've welcomed countless other important businessmen, and will continue to do so in the future.  No one will ever know what we've done here except you and I, though.  It's our secret, I promise.  Do you trust me?"
    I nodded fast.  I kept nodding, over and over, too many times to count.  On my second nod, Asher took action.  He kissed me again, but he also let loose my panties.  The dull, aching pain digging into my core vanished as quickly as that.  I felt bereft in a way, alone and missing something, but I didn't stay that way for long.  Asher moved aside my stretched panties and plunged two fingers into me.
    Fuck!  I gasped, but kept nodding.  Or I tried to keep nodding, and my thoughts were intent on doing so, but I didn't think I was doing it anymore.  Little tilts of my head, maybe, up, down, barely more than a slight shift.  He drove his fingers deep into me, going directly for the roughness of my g-spot.  Asher knew me well; he knew every part of me, inside and out.
    I spasmed on the table, orgasmic.  I didn't know if most people felt like this, nor if this happened to most people.  I almost felt badly about it sometimes, because of how quick it could happen.  Was there a form of premature ejaculation for women?  I didn't know and didn't care right now.  I just wanted Asher to keep his fingers inside of me, keep touching me there—right there—keep going, more and more.
    He did, and then some.  His thumb curled up, brushing lightly against the hood of my clit, spreading my folds to reveal my sensitive nub.  I wanted to watch him do this sometime, because in hindsight his dexterity always amazed me.  Rough, hard, pulling and plying at my inner walls with his fingers as if beckoning me to come and to cum, but then outside, his thumb, gentle waves of motion, soft, but not too soft, firm and careful, deliberate commands.
    I wanted to watch it because it amazed me in multiple ways.  Right now I had no chance of doing any of that, though.  My body bucked and rocked on the table, grinding against his hand.  He kissed me.  My head tipped up and down in some vague rendition of a nod.  I doubted I could open my eyes if I tried; they felt so tight and shut,