I position myself behind her, aware of how the raft bobs in the water as I thrust inside of her. It presents a slight challenge, but soon I have a good rhythm going again.
Licking my thumb, I press it into her ass, needing to see if it was a once-off thing or if she really likes it.
The way she presses back into it has me smiling. I’m going to have her ass one day.
“More, Asher. I need more.”
“Tell me what you need, little songbird. Use that voice of yours,” I tell her.
“Hand. On my throat.”
I pause.
I did that before when we were forced to fuck, but I did that for show. I didn’t think she really liked it.
“Asher, don’t stop. Please,” she begs.
I start thrusting again, reaching forward to grip her neck. Her pussy clenches around me as I hold it without applying any pressure.
Balancing on one hand and her knees, she reaches up with her other hand and squeezes mine, her breath coming a little shorter.
“You want me to choke you?” I ask her.
“Please. I trust you. Only you.”
I squeeze a little, fucking her a bit harder. When she responds with a loud moan, I apply more pressure, pistoning my hips against her ass as I do.
She is gasping now, her airway slightly cut off.
Still, I can hear the one word she mutters.
“More.”
I squeeze a tad harder, making her lose all ability to breathe as she comes against my cock, her mouth open, but no sound escaping. I cum inside the condom, wishing it wasn’t there, and I was painting her insides white. I slowly release her neck, my body jerking into her as she collapses underneath me.
I pull out of her quickly, my own breathing heavy as I turn her to look into her face.
She has a lazy smile as she looks up at me blissfully.
“When can we do it again?” she asks.
I laugh, collapsing next to her.
Little does she know we have all night, and I brought plenty of condoms.
I’m going to wear her ass out.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
ASPEN
“Istill think we should have done a booth with baked goods,” Maggie mutters under her breath.
Rain, Kim, and I share a look.
This isn’t the first time Maggie has mentioned wanting to do more, and frankly, I’m not surprised. My best friend has been an overachiever since I met her.
