“What do you think, Little Doe? Who do you think is going to get to fuck your virgin ass?”
She moans, dragging her eyes off Rowan to meet mine. I have the toy angled low and her hips high, meaning she can’t see the toy, but her head doesn’t even tilt that way.
She’s handing me all her trust and knowing I won’t let her fall.
My perfect girl.
“I’m already close,” she admits. “I thought I was going to come just from having both your hands on me.”
I hum thoughtfully. A spanking always gets her going, but after how hard she cried, I considered the fact that she may not be able to get out of her own head enough to let go. It seems my concerns were unwarranted, though.
“Better open that pretty mouth so we can get started. You can come anytime you want, Hannah.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
She allows her head to drop back, her hair falling over the edge and giving Rowan the perfect angle to fuck her mouth.
I drop my free hand to my throbbing cock, giving it a few quick pumps in the hope of getting some kind of relief. But let’s be honest. I’m not going to know relief until I’m balls deep inside my girl.
Rowan’s deep groan is all the confirmation I need that it’s time to start our little competition.
I press the glass toy against her entrance more firmly while using my other hand to slowly circle Hannah’s clit, dragging a long moan from her chest.
In my haste to get her in position, I never bothered to remove her panties, but they’re so flimsy that once I moved them aside, they stayed put.
Normally, I would spend more time teasing her, dragging out her pleasure, but I’m the one who set this competition in motion, and I fully intend on winning.
Pressing the toy through her wetness, she lets out another long moan as Rowan picks up his pace. At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter who wins, but we’re both competitive men, and when the prize is our girl’s ass?
Fuck yeah, we’re going to do everything in our power to win.
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
HANNAH
I’m overstimulated.
Between the man fucking my face, pushing deeper with each thrust, and the one twisting what I’m pretty sure is a glass dildo inside me in a way that already has me trembling, I’m struggling to know which part of my body to focus on.
I breathe through my nose and keep my throat relaxed for Rowan as best I can, but the higher Asher drives me, the harder it is to remember to breathe at all, let alone through only my nose.
“Good girl,” Rowan grunts, pressing past my gag reflex and holding himself there for long seconds. “Jesus, your throat is a damn paradise. So tight and warm with that sinful little tongue lapping at my cock.”
The filthy words do nothing to cool the fire burning in my core, and as if sensing how close I am to the edge, Asher shifts the toy, pressing it against the place inside me that will detonate my release at any moment.
My entire body locks up as a shiver racks through me.
I didn’t know it was possible to be this keyed up.
“That’s the spot, isn’t it, Little Doe?” Asher repeats the movement, and I’m shoved right to the edge. He removes hisfingers from my clit and lightly presses his palm to my lower stomach, making everything feel even more intense…if that were even possible.
“Hold it for a second, Han,” Asher croons, and if I could glare at him, I would. Didn’t he just give me blanket approval to come whenever I wanted?
Rowan’s rough chuckle comes from above me, pulling my attention to his handsome face. “Our girl isn’t happy that you’re going back on your word.”
“It’s only for a minute, and I promise it’ll make your release so much better.”
Every orgasm I’ve ever had with Asher has been better than any other man has ever given me, so I have no reason to doubt him. Yet my brows are still dipped in annoyance.
