I squeeze my eyes shut, simultaneously trying to ward the orgasm off and beckon it closer. The tears falling against my cheeks are quickly wiped away by Asher’s soft touch.
“You’re so pretty when you cry for us, Little Doe,” he murmurs, resting his hand against my cheek.
I turn my face into his hand, seeking comfort as my body barrels toward another release.
“Ask nicely for my cum, Hannah,” Rowan demands, his voice tight with barely contained restraint.
“Please come with me, Sir. Please. I need you to fill me with your cum.” The words tumble from my lips.
“Mm, I love it when you beg me to fill you, baby,” he groans. “I can’t wait to fill you with our babies, for you to beg me to put my baby in you.”
The combination of his words and his ministrations throws me over the edge into a blinding orgasm, stars bursting in my eyes as my entire body trembles.
“Fuck,” Rowan grunts. “I’m coming, baby. Good girl. Such a good fucking girl.”
His cock thickens inside me before ropes of cum fill my tender pussy.
I’m vaguely aware of them talking me through my release, but I’m too far gone. Exhaustion tugs at my consciousness, and my eyes drift closed of their own accord.
It’s always like this after an intense scene.
Rowan may not have spanked me or even have been particularly Dominant, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t take it out of me.
“Hannah,” Asher murmurs, his lips brushing over mine with such tender care it’s hard to believe a man his size is capable of such softness. “Open those pretty eyes for me.”
I shake my head, my nose scrunching at the idea.
“Little Doe,” his voice comes out harder, injecting the demand into the words. “I know you’re tired, but you need to have some water, and then you have to pee.”
“I don’t want to,” I murmur through a yawn.
I wasn’t tired at all before Rowan beckoned me from the bed, and now I can barely keep my eyes open.
That’s what multiple orgasms in a short space of time will do to you.
“I know, but if you don’t, instead of climbing into bed for cuddles, you’ll be bent over the edge of the bed for a spanking.”
My bottom lip juts out. “That’s not very nice.”
“No, what won’t be very nice is dehydration and a UTI.”
Rowan chuckles behind me. He’s released my arms but still holds me in place against him, his cock lodged inside me. “I thought all those orgasms would have pushed the brat out of you.”
Asher scoffs. “No chance of that. Our girl is a brat at her core.”
“Hey! I’m not a brat.”
“Whatever you say, brat.”
I huff and force my eyes open, my brows dipping in annoyance when I meet his amused smirk.
A bottle of water appears out of nowhere, the cap already discarded, and Asher quickly presses it to my lips before I can argue any further.
Okay, so maybe I can be a little bratty. But he loves it.
I sip at the water, turning my head away when I’ve had enough.
He looks between me and the bottle, probably trying to decide if it’s worth the argument, but in the end, he puts the cap back on and rests his hands on my knees.
