“Rowan,” I cry at the stretch.
Fuck.
I forgot how big he is.
Just like the rest of him, Rowan’s cock is huge.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “You can take it, baby. You take my cock so fucking well.”
His praise makes my pussy pulse around him, pulling a moan from both of us.
Rowan wraps one arm around my stomach, holding me flush against him, while the other finds my oversensitive clit and starts drawing tight circles over the bundle of nerves.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Hannah. You’re going to milk my cock. You’re going to come over and over again until your pussy drags every drop of cum from me. There will be no fucking, no moving, just your pretty little cunt coming however many times it takes to make me lose control.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
ROWAN
The way Hannah’s pussy clamps down on me every few seconds is going to make me lose my fucking mind.
I’m in my mid-forties, and I’ve spent most of my life single, so I’ve had a lot of sex. But none of it compares to her. Being inside her is an otherworldly experience that I’ll never get enough of, and keeping my hands to myself the last week has been hard as hell.
But it was necessary.
If Hannah thinks we only want her for sex, she’ll never feel at home here. She’ll never come to trust us, to rely on us the way we desperately want her to.
So we were patient.
Asher worked on training her ass, and we gave her the occasional orgasm, but we haven’t leaned into our Dominant tendencies nearly as much as we would have liked.
Apparently, our little sub has been just as frustrated as we’ve been, though, and now I’m finally inside her.
I focus on breathing through the way my balls tighten as my fingers work her swollen clit.
“Oh god,” Hannah whines, her hips trying to move, but the arm I have banded around her waist makes it almost impossible.
“Come on now, Little One. You and I both know there’s nothing holy about what I’m doing to you.”
A long moan escapes her, my words pushing her closer to her first orgasm, and when it hits, her scream fills the room as her perfect pussy clamps down around me.
“Good girl,” I murmur against the shell of her ear. “Good fucking girl.”
Part of me wishes I could see her face as she comes apart for me, but this position allows me to hold her in place while I drag orgasm after orgasm from her.
Her release begins to fade, and she tries to push my hand away when her clit becomes oversensitive.
Using the hand I have around her waist, I gather her wrists and trap them between my arm and her body.
“Rowan,” she whines. “It’s too much. Oh god, it’s too much.”
“You’re going to come for me again, Hannah.”
“I can’t.”
“You can and you will.” There’s no room for argument in my tone.
