21
Remy
Heat traveled up my thighs until my p***y was so wet and aching I had to squeeze my legs together under my covers.
Asher opened his lashes and glanced at me from glossy, lust-covered green eyes, letting me know the vision he described affected him as much as it had affected me. I wondered how big his monster c**k was now, and how it’d feel if he was on top of me, sliding it deep between my legs as he sucked on my n*****s.
Dios.
I shuddered, noticing he was doing the same thing.
“Sorry, I just...love women,” he murmured before glancing away as if suddenly uncomfortable.
Which made me think of the stench of perfume that had clung to him when he’d entered the hotel room only half an hour ago.
My lust soured, then died completely.
“Yeah, I can tell,” I muttered. When he glance
