The Gallery (Contemporary Reverse Harem 4)

And I was ready to give her just that.

Chapter 17

AVRIL

No one had ever called me angel. A month of firsts.

Ash stood before me, gloriously naked with a brutally hard cock, which was heavy as hell and throbbing in my hand.

I stroked him in slow motion, enjoying the velvet of his brown skin. When I reached the head of his erection, I had to loosen my grip to fit over its swelling. A glistening drop of precum hung from his tip. I swiped at it with my forefinger and brought it to my mouth to taste.

But before I did, I made sure he was looking at me. I wanted him to know I was relishing him and everything about him.

“Yeah, baby, taste my cum,” he growled as my finger entered my mouth.

It was sweet and salty, just like I knew it would be.

“You like it?” he asked.

My gaze was locked with his as I nodded, yes.

“Turn around,” he demanded.

I did as he said and faced my bed. I didn’t know what he was up to, but whatever it was, I could pretty much guarantee it would be earth shattering. He was just that kind of guy.

With my back to him, he now had perfect access to my bra clasp, which he quickly unhooked. His hands flew to my breasts, by now aching for his attention. As if he knew just what I needed, he pulled my nipples until I whimpered. It was a good thing I was standing just before the bed, because I was not at all sure how long I’d be able to remain upright on my feet.

He pushed my hair forward and over my shoulders, leaving the bare skin of my back uncovered for his lips. His hands smoothed over my belly, then returned to the cheeks of my ass. He stroked them so lightly that I was moments from losing my mind. After a small nibble on the back of my neck, he hooked his fingers in the lace of my thong and pulled it to the floor where I stepped out of it and kicked it aside. He remained crouched behind me, his face level with my ass.

“Bend forward,” he said, his hand on my lower back, gently directing me.

Was he serious? My behind would be right in his face.

Oh. Maybe that was the point.

I leaned onto the bed to support myself in a ninety-degree angle. Ash’s warm breath traveled up the crack of my behind, and I squirmed from the sensation. My legs quivered, and my breaths came long and deep.

“Reach back here,” he said.

Really?

I put my hands on the cheeks of my ass. What was he getting at?

“Open yourself for me, baby,” he murmured.

No, no, no. Don’t think so.

“You’re beautiful, Avril. Let me see all of you.”

Oh. God.

Ugh. I squeezed my eyes closed in shame, and pressed my fingers lightly into the cheeks of my ass.

“Yeah. Like that. Now give me a bit more.”

Okay, now would be a good time to die.

But no such luck.