"Let me watch you pleasure yourself... Get me hard again.... " ******** Asher Wayne is a billionaire's heir. A privileged son of a mighty rich man. He's in his third year in college and is a fuck god who gets whatever he wants. He gets whoever he wants in his bed, and has every girl around him falling for his good looks and loaded pockets.
Chelsea Perkins is an optimistic young, freshman who wants nothing but to make her mother proud and make her father regret ever abandoning her. 
What happens when somehow, a deal makes this little, goody two shoes find herself in the bad boy's bed? Sparks will be created, but will these sparks burn both or one of them badly, or will they turn into flames that will turn lust into love, and love into refined gold? 
Would sex be just a part of a beautiful bond that will be created? Or will it commonize the entire relationship and be the sole purpose of their union?

The fuck boy's doll

　　Asher had me squirt twice last night, with just his fingers, and I remember falling asleep on my bed, in his arms.


　　I moan lightly in exhaustion as I feel something ruffling my hair. I open my eyes and find Asher fully dressed, and standing above me with his fingers in my hair.


　　I look up into his perfect brown eyes, and he smiles down at me.


　　"Rise and shine, Chelsea. "He speaks, and I shut my eyes and stretch a bit before pulling them open again.


　　"No, dear. It's Santa Claus. "He replies sarcastically, and I can't help but laugh


　　"I need to go now. I don't want your friends to come back and find us like this. "He speaks. Pointing down at my legs with his eyes, and when I follow his gaze, I find my dress has crawled way up my thighs, and from the cool breeze I can feel between my legs, I know that I don't have any panties on.


CHAPTER 59 - What Is The Purpose Of This Strike?