The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 42 A Game of Truth

I wake up with a wetness between my legs. My head swivels on the pillow as I feel ticklish, and liquidy down my legs. "Oh, god." I bite my lips enjoying the ecstasy when a rumble vibrates between my legs. 

"Wake up, Mi Zorro," 

The voice hit me like a brick and my eyes flew open. "A-Asher," I moan when I felt his tongue on my clit, making a twirl and slowly sucking it. 

"Good morning, baby." 

Yeah yeah. Good morning. My back arches as he spreads my lips open and swirls another lick. Without knowing, my hands were making their way to his head, grabbing his rough sex hair and tugging him closer to my pussy. 

"W-what are you...doing?" I tried to say because apparently, words are nothing but a blank slate to me right now. I couldn't think of anything except for the pleasure erupting between my legs and the sweet velvety caress of my husband's tongue on my feminity. 

"Making one of my fantasies true. You asked me and this has been one of them. Waking you up with my tongue and having you as my breakfast," He says then groans and bites my clit.

"More," 

I reach up and wrap my legs around his shoulder to hold the pleasure before it engulfs me but Asher has another plan I suppose because he is throwing the blanket away from me and spreading my legs wider.

The cold air from the air conditioner swallows me against the mixed sensation of burning pleasure from inside. Asher sucks my pussy with an expert speed and I grip the sheet beside me to stop myself from jumping.  

"Oh, god,"

"God isn't here sweetheart. It's me and I appreciate it if you say my name,"

"Aah," My eyes squeeze shit when he inserts one finger inside of me. 

"My name, Mi Zorro. Say my name," He orders with a lick of my bud. Fingers moving in and out of me. 

"Asher, oh fuck keep doing that please."

"You like it, don't you? You like my mouth on your pussy,"

When I didn't answer, he pinched me down and roughly attacked my swollen lips. "Say yes baby. Tell me how much you like me down here, squeezed between your legs as I make sure to get every drop of my meal," 

"Yes. God yes, I like it. So much," 

I lost my senses when he inserted a second finger. The feel of his calloused fingers inside me was toxic. He slowly paced a rhythm with his fingers. Moving them in and out, twisting and turning until I am nothing but a screaming pile of mess. I like it so much, the pleasure, the nakedness of us right now, that my orgasm bubbles inside me with goosebumps on my skin. Spreading them all over me, coating me with its heat.

Asher is very experienced with his fingers which makes me wonder if he had done this with other women but all those insecure, jealous thoughts come to pause, or better are out the window when he finds my sweet spot.

He puts a third finger and I am lost. 

The sheets wrinkle beneath my grip, my throat tightens against the rawness of pleasure and I scream Asher's name as my orgasm hits me.

The burning glow inside my belly spreads and releases as I feel every lick and suck of Asher's tongue on them. He swallows every drop of me as I breathlessly lay on the bed. He sighs and I moan. The rhythm feels erotic but us. 

"That's what I am talking about," He moves up to me, arm brushing on my waist as he softly leans down for a kiss. "Taste yourself in my tongue, sweetheart,"