His Absolute Insistence: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #2) (16 page)

My knees touched against the edge of the bed while my calves and my feet hung off the sides.  I didn't know how I felt about this.  I didn't think I liked it.  I was in the midst of orgasmic pleasure, and then he just stopped, and...

Asher pushed my legs together, straddling above them.  He was naked now.  I looked back over my shoulder and saw him towering over me.  Erect and approaching, his cock twitched and bounced with each step he made.  He was coming for me.  He wanted me.

His hands grabbed at my hips, holding me tight and pinning me in place.  I went to spread my legs, to give him access to my body and my sex, my urgent arousal, but he kept them clamped shut with his knees.  I didn't know what that was.  I didn't know why he did that.

I found out soon enough.

He bent forward, one knee pressed against the bed.  His body replaced his hands in pinning me down.  Instead of holding my waist, he grabbed each of my wrists and pulled them up, holding them above my head against the bed.  I couldn't see, nor move.  I had my cheek pressed into the bed covers, along with my squashed breasts, my stomach, and my knees and thighs.  Asher's face loomed close to mine, the warmth of his breath tickling at my ear.

He poked and prodded with his cock, searching for my slit.  The head of his cock was slick with precum and slid along the curves of my ass, leaving a trail of glistening wet arousal.  He moved, his hips moved, lower, bending, this way and that.  Fast, exploring, searching.

Finding.

He managed to lodge the head of his cock between my folds despite the fact that my legs were clamped shut by his knee on one side and his foot on the other.  Then he pressed forward slowly, pushing into me.  A little, more, an inch, further.

He had enough of that.  He was in.  He wasn't going anywhere.  He wouldn't leave me.  He wouldn't let me go.

He thrust into me in one powerful movement, filling me entirely.  His cock pounded into my pussy and I gasped out loud, almost screaming my ecstasy.  Further up the bed, the headboard slammed against the wall.  It would leave dents, almost without a doubt.  I thought of that for half a second, but the thought was only worth half a second to me.

Asher thrust deeper, grinding into me.  He wanted more, more of me, more of my tight, greedy, wanton pussy clenching around his thick hard shaft.  He filled me with all of him until his hips pressed against my ass, pushing me hard into the bed.  My sore clit scraped against the bed covers.

They weren't expensive blankets or sheets.  The thought hit me suddenly, for no real reason.  Except, no, there was a reason.

At our home, together, Asher and I slept on a bed with some of the finest sheets.  Blankets, too.  They were soft and smooth, silken.  They felt nice to roll in, to have sex on, to sleep in.

My sheets in my apartment weren't quite like that.  Neither were the blankets.  I liked them, and they were warm and soft, but a little rough.  Fuck, yes, they were rough.

Rough cotton scraped against my oversensitive and sore clit.  I tried to move, to squirm away.  Too much.  Pleasure.  Fuck.  No.  Yes.  What?  Um...

Wow.

My orgasm had come to a somewhat abrupt stop, mostly because Asher denied me my pleasure, but it came surging back in full force now.  I spasmed beneath him, my pussy pulling and sucking and grabbing onto his erection.  I took a deep breath, inhaling, but then I held it, forgetting to exhale.

He pulled out of me even while I tried to hold him inside of me.  He pulled out until only the head of his cock remained inside of me, and then he slammed back in hard.  The headboard crashed against the wall again.

Asher pulled out again, faster this time.  Then thrust in, hard.  Out, in, quicker, harder.  More.  Again.  Over and over.  The headboard pounded against the wall, sounding like the harsh fists of an angry neighbor knocking on the door.  For all I knew, maybe that was what was happening, too.  I couldn't see.  I couldn't hear anything except for the sound of the headboard beating against the wall and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, Asher's hips against my ass, with the slick noise of his intruding cock pounding into me.

Orgasm overtook me.  It had overtaken me.  Once, then again.  Once.  Once more.  Again.  How many times?  I didn't know.  I convulsed and contracted, my inner walls clamping onto and clenching against his cock.

I couldn't move.  Asher wouldn't let me.  Every part of him kept every part of me confined and contained, trapped against the bed.  All I could do was open my mouth to scream.

I did.  I tried.  He wouldn't let me do that, either.

He let go of my wrist with one hand and curled his fingers into my mouth.  I sucked on them, greedy.  I wanted them.  I wanted them like I wanted his cock.  I wanted it inside of me, and in my mouth, in my hands.  I wanted it everywhere.  All at once.  Part of me knew that was impossible, but the rest of me didn't care.  I wanted what I wanted; logic and rational thought took a backseat to sexual fantasy.

I swirled my tongue around his fingers, tasting him.  My mouth grew dry from being forced to stay open, all while my pussy grew more slick and wet with lust.  Asher used and abused me, slamming hard into me.

We were going to break my bed.  I didn't even care.  What kind of bed was this?  A terrible one if it broke so easily.  Maybe it didn't break that easily, it wouldn't, but Asher and I, our bodies, were on a rampage.  I thought we should have broken the bed, but the bed defied us and remained intact.  The headboard and the wall might have hated us, though.

I smiled somehow, giddy and gleeful.  Face scrunched up in the pleasure of orgasm, body tight, pinned to the bed, lost in constant climax... I was happy.  So very very happy.

Lots of bad things had happened recently, but none of them mattered.  The only thing that mattered was this, here and now, me, Asher, us, together.

And...

This was my best time of the month to get pregnant.  It was ours.  We were close, soon and now and together.  We would try.  We could.  I knew we could.  We could do it together.

Asher slammed hard into me, holding himself there.  I squeezed against him, holding him inside of me, gripping his cock with every muscle I could manage.  My thighs clenched, holding him there, and my butt squeezed and tightened.

He came.  He filled me.  His seed spurted out of his cock and splashed against the innermost depths of my core, cascading against my cervix and seeking entrance to my womb.  I wanted it to.  I wanted it so much.  I needed it.

Supposedly a woman's orgasm can help the man's cum get further inside of her than it could get on its own.  Not that it always needed help, but... if that was the case, then I was helping.  A lot.  I felt Asher twitch and shudder inside of me, his cock fighting against my own convulsive grip.  More and more, he filled me with his seed.  I felt delirious for it, greedy for it, needing more and more of it.

Maybe.  Maybe this was it.  I lay there, soft and gentle and relaxed.  He stayed inside of me.  We were both done now, calm and comfortable.  I felt him twitch slightly and I squeezed against him in return.  That was us, that was this.  His body and his cock kept me safe, kept us safe.  He kept his seed in me, locked in place, sealed, with nowhere to go, but...

I didn't know if this exact time was it.  I knew I would never know.  I wanted it, though.  Maybe not
right
right now, but right now soon.  Today, or yesterday, or even tomorrow.  Possibly the day after.  One of those, or even all of them.

We would.  We would have a baby.  Together.  Ours.

A strange thought sidled into my mind, an unknown option.

What if we had more than one?

I lay there, breathing shallowly and smiling, while Asher lay atop me.  I didn't know how long we lay like that, but I would have been fine if we stayed that way forever.  I would have been happy like that.

I was already happy like that.

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ex made me hungry again.  Sex also made me feel exhilarated.  I was happy and I wanted to skip around the room, even though my legs felt weak and maybe I kind of wanted to lay down and take a nap or kiss, or have sex again.  Sex was a very nice thing, I thought.

Asher laughed at me while I smiled at him in my post-orgasmic daze.  I smiled and I kissed him, first on the nose, then the lips, then more on the lips.  He chuckled and squeezed me close, but then I slinked away and fell onto the bed on my back.  It jumped and creaked and moaned.  I kind of wanted to moan, I thought.  During sex, of course.  With or without the bed.  The bed didn't really matter.  I didn't care about the bed.

"Asher," I said, finding my voice hidden somewhere behind a giddy smile.  "Are you hungry?"

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W
ell then!  Things are picking up!

When I first started this series, along with the concurrent series following alongside it (Elise's Love Story), I didn't realize exactly the extent of everything that was going to be involved.  My favorite part of writing is figuring out how to tie all (or most) of my ideas together into one story.  I think it's fun and challenging and exciting in its own way, and this story is probably one of the most challenging I've ever done.  For me, as I'm writing it, what I really enjoy is all of the intricate details linking everything together, you know?  There's something really fascinating about it to me.

What I'm hoping is that you'll really enjoy reading it, as well.  I left some hints in His Absolute Arrangement about what was going to come in this one (Jessika finding out that one of the camera SD cards was missing).  There's some hints in this one that are going to lead into the next, too.  What's really fun for me is that there are hints in this one about Elise and Lucent's story, also.  I'm trying to keep those a little more minimized, because this is Jessika's Love Story afterall, but I like the idea of entangling the two couples together in a different sort of way.  And, there'll be hints about Jessika and Asher in Elise's Love Story, too.  It should be really interesting and exciting.

I do like the suspense, mystery, and thriller aspect, but I don't want to forget about the romance, either.  I think everything is leading up to more, though.  Jessika and Asher are not only learning more about each other over the course of the story, but they're learning more about themselves, too.  I want to make sure that Jessika can be her own person, and not just "Asher's Wife," but I also want to make sure that Asher realizes just what kind of wife he has, too.  His previous marriage was nothing like this, and going by some revelations in this story, he's never really had many serious relationships before this, so...

I think everything will work out, though.  It's a bit rough right now, but I think it's rough in an interesting way.

One thing I enjoyed is the idea that not everything can be solved with money.  I mean, obviously they can rebuild the part of the mansion that was set on fire (there's not a whole lot of damage to the building, just computer stuff), but is that it?  Is that actually fixing the problem or is it just paying money and hoping it goes away?  You can't fix every issue in life by just throwing money at it, either.  I think Jessika's a little more sensitive to that sort of thing because she's never really had extra money before.  It's probably something Asher needs to learn about, as well, but we shall see...

And, that's about it.  I hope you're enjoying the story so far.  I'm working on more as we speak, and I hope to get it out as soon as possible!  It's a bit more complicated than some of my other stories because of the entangled sort of nature with it, but I think it's a lot more intriguing because of that, too.  I'm looking forward to seeing how it turns out, and I hope you'll stay around to find out, too.

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olace was a cook and a scullion maid, a seamstress and a servant.  She waited on tables at the local inn when they let her, and she went out and picked herbs to sell to anyone who would buy them.  She knew the very basics of alchemy and herbalism and could mix up medicine to cure most common ailments.  She liked animals and the woods and reading, though not in any particular order  She was a little strange, but not too much, and overall her life would have been wonderful except for one thing.

Everyone hated her.

When she cooked, even if she tested what she made and did her best to ensure it tasted nice, everyone complained about the flavor.  She could never seem to clean as good as anyone else, no matter how hard she tried.  Her sewing was impeccable, without a stitch out of place, but most everyone always criticized her about this or that and no one offered her more than a copper coin for any of the work she did.

Men tripped her when she waited on their tables at the local tavern or made lewd comments about her and told her she was only good for one thing.  Except, of course, they added that she wasn't good enough for them no matter what, but they had a horse in the stables she could spread her legs for if she liked.