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Asher Kells is a Rock Star and Rapper, complete with tattoos on nearly every inch of his thickly muscled body. He has a badass ability to play the guitar, and he sang like crush diamonds, amber whiskey, and smoke. While I...
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A/n: this one for yall cos we still a thirst trap
Lips danced together in our kiss. Forgot the world forgot tomorrow. It carried away me, and because of all those times he stop just short. That tension piled up inside boiling away until it burned in my center. The angst and doubt combined with the sweetness. It was the sweetness of him that was my absolute undoing. The times when it was just us together like now that sent me over the edge. I suckled his tongue moving back towards the car. Asher followed me tightening his arms around me holding me in place for more. But I took more steps back and then out of his hold. Asher turns to follow me. His nebulous eyes lock on me. I give him a big toothy smile and pushed him and he tumbles into the back seat of the muscle car. As always like magic Asher pulls off sexy disheveled as well as he pulls off music mogul and rockstar. All of them are him. I unzip my pants pulling them down slowly and then stepping out of them. He lifts his eyebrow at me. I throw my pants in the front passenger seat. Followed by my panties. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be fully naked so; I kept my top on.
"I'm getting whatever I want... Everything." I say to him.
"Everything?" He chuckles. He follows my lead getting undressed and throwing it in the front seat.
"Yup," I answer and then climb on top straddling him in the back seat.
"So, I guess I'm talking to Pussz-" I cover Asher's mouth. When did Pusszy become my alter ego?
"Don't ruin this. If you ruin this I'm going to be beyond mad." I bite his neck. And Asher hisses then his hands wrapped around my hips shifting me on top of him. Lining me up with him but I didn't want that. My tummy burned as I shifted on top of him his length hardened under me. His hardness skates along my greedy clit with every shift of my searching hips.
We had to slow down because this was like a runaway car. We went from something sweet into something like this and I wasn't going to get what I wanted. What I wanted that first time I got a chance. I lick my lips but my hips wouldn't stop and that slick creaminess built.
"Stop," I said. Asher stopped but my ass didn't I was still grinding into that good warm feeling between us. When I hit a really good spot for both of us He groans at the same time as me. His hand was crushingly tight on my hip. Get your shit together B. I stop myself from getting to that point. That tight feeling in my tummy. Sit still on top of him with my eyes close getting my shit back together.
I turned around on top of him and face what I'd been wanting to take a look at for a while. The grin that spread across my face was unseemly as I looked at my prize. Asher's tattoos go almost everywhere except for his face. With an evil smile, my fingers trace the tattoo's on his inner thigh. I wanted it my way, and I was getting it my way. No stops no take backs none of that bullshit from before. As my lazy finger traced those pretty tattoos it finally ran into the prize I was looking for. That prize was paying as much attention to my touches because he was ready to go.
