Hi so, it's that time of the book where I put some Dashton smut.
I'm listening to some kinky ass version of crazy in love....
so this is going to be.... interesting.
I'm going to hell in a hand basket.
Destiny’s Pov –
Fumbling to get the door closed behind us without dethatching our lips, Ashton scooped me up with one arm and kicked the door closed. Wrapping my legs around his waist I pulled my lips from his smirking at how puffy and red his mouth looked before attaching my lips to his jaw just below his ear.
Letting out a moan he backed up to the bed, however to my surprise fumbled around, pulling off the duvet before sitting down.
“We’re not fucking on the remains of dead baby geese.” He muttered.
Smiling I placed my lips on his once again as he sat down on the bed. Slipping my fingertips under the hem of his shirt I traced the hot skin of his abs. Smirking into our kiss he pulled away for a moment as he pulled the shirt over his head before flipping us over so that he was on top.
Biting his lower lip, he kissed me lightly before pulling my dress over my head in one fluid motion.
“Damn.” He breathed once it was off as he scanned the black lacey underwear and matching black bra I’d picked out at Victoria’s Secret with the girls as a part of my bachelorette party.
“Do you like it?” I questioned, “It was this or red? And red it hot buy black is…. You know….”
“Destiny.” He interrupted.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Shut up.” He chuckled, before leaning down and kissing me slowly.
Sliding my hands down his muscular shoulders, I lightly traced his spine before looping my fingertips around his belt and tugging lightly.
Reaching down he hastily unfastened his belt and peeled off his pants. Panting slightly I backed away from him slowly.
Smirking, he crawled across the large bed towards me, his toned arms and shoulders flexing with every movement.
“Are you trying to be sexy?” I teased.
“Is it working?” he chuckled.
“Nope.” I lied, “You couldn’t turn on a lamp.”
Letting out a sort of feral growl he lunged for me, making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
“You’re going to regret saying that.” He said slowly, his eyes dark.
“Oh yeah?” I taunted, “What are you going to do to me?”
“I’m going to make you scream.” He replied.
My eyes widening, I gasped, as he lunged at me, his large, freezing cold hands, wrapping around my waist and pinning me down on the bed.
Straddling me, me moved his hands up to my wrist and pinned them over my head. Smirking I bucked my hips upward grinding my underwear covered crotch against his bulge.
Throwing his head back a throaty moan escaped his lips.
Amused I did it again and his grip on my wrists loosened. Pulling them free I moved my hands to the large bulge in his underwear and traced the shape of his thingy with my index finger lightly.
Moaning again, he shuddered beneath my touch.
Smirking, I hooked my finger into the waistband of his boxers and pulling them away from his body several inches, watched his face as I released them and they snapped against him with a satisfying slap.
