But all too soon, he drags me back with a loud pop. His chest heaves as he stares down at me. “You’re too fucking good at sucking cock, sweetheart. If I keep going, I’m going to come all over your pretty face, and I won’t get the chance to fuck the cunt I’ve been dreaming about.”
His filthy mouth pulls a moan from my throat, but before I have a chance to respond, I’m lifted from the ground by strong tattooed arms.
“You have no idea how fucking hot that was, Hannah,” Asher whispers against the shell of my ear.
He carries me across the room and throws me into the center of the bed, wasting no time to crawl over me, pinning me to the soft mattress with his huge body. “Did you like sucking his cock, baby?”
“Yes,” I whisper, not trusting my raspy throat after his rough treatment.
He snakes a hand between us and drags his fingers through my wet folds, giving me a knowing smile. “Your pussy is dripping. Our little whore really did enjoy having her throat used by a stranger. Didn’t you, baby?”
I nod, knowing there’s no sense in denying it, not when my body has already given me away.
He shoves two fingers inside me roughly, dragging a scream from my throat a moment before his lips clash with mine, swallowing my moans as he brings me right to the edge, and then immediately lets me down again.
He does it another three times until I’m a sobbing mess, unable to take the denial a moment longer.
“Please, Sir. Please let me come. Please,” I plead with him, my eyes bouncing from him to the masked stranger and back again.
“You beg so pretty for us, Hannah.”
CHAPTER NINE
ROWAN
Watching Asher push our girl to the edge over and over again is fucking beautiful. Each time he brings her down, she lets out a little cry that’s as sexy as it is adorable, and when I watch her trap her bottom lip between her teeth to stop herself from cursing him out, I can’t help but smile beneath the mask.
She’s always been fiery, and I’m happy to see nothing has changed in the years since we met.
Asher drags his body from hers, and for a moment she seems panicked, as if she thinks he’s going to leave her. It’s unsurprising she has abandonment issues, given both her parents packed up and left her without so much as an explanation, but he quickly soothes her with a gentle caress of the cheek. “I’m not going anywhere, babe,” he tells her softly, dragging her up with him and positioning her on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed.
The tension in her shoulders melts away as he kneels in front of her, capturing her chin in his grasp and pressing a gentle kiss to her full lips.
“Where are you at, Hannah?”
“Green,” she replies immediately.
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and begin stripping off my suit, leaving it bundled in the corner, something I would never normally do, but I need to have her. I need to slide inside her perfect pussy and bury myself there where I belong.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Little One,” I tell her, kicking off my shoes and slacks as I move behind her.
A gentle moan escapes her throat, and I meet Asher’s eyes over her back, searching his gaze for any hesitation he may be seeing in her eyes, but there is none.
Hannah spent the last two weeks working herself up for tonight, and yet from the moment I slipped into the booth beside her, she’s been completely at ease with me.
I drag the tip of my cock through her soaking wet folds, and I have to force myself to remain gentle. I’m not a small guy, and surging into her tightness isn’t going to do either of us any favors, not when I intend to take her over and over again for the rest of our lives.
“Please,” Hannah whines, and it snaps something inside me. The carefully crafted control I’ve held in both hands for as long as I can remember breaks, and I lose all ability to rein myself in.
I slam inside her so hard it takes both our breaths away, tearing a scream from her throat and a primal growl from mine. “Holy fuck.”
“Sir,” she cries out with a mixture of pleasure and pain, the two distinct feelings mingling together until neither is recognizable without the other.
“Your pussy was made for us, Hannah,” I force through gritted teeth.
“Yes,” she sobs. “Yes, fuck. Please.”
I chuckle and meet Asher’s eyes again. “You’re right. She does beg pretty for us.”
