“That you want me right now.”
“You seem so sure of that,” she retorts weakly while I reach the apex of her thighs.
“Well, your dripping cunt doesn’t lie.” I push my middle finger into her again, curling it to rub against her inner walls.
“She’s a traitor.”
I chuckle. “No, she just likes the way I touch her. Do you think she’ll like my cock more than my fingers?”
“You should find out.”
“Don’t worry, I will.”
I add another finger into her, curling them both because I need to make sure she’s ready for me. While she’s so lost in her pleasure I want to know one more thing.
“Are you so needy that you would want more than one cock?”
I keep pumping my fingers and slowly, carefully, move my left hand up to her throat. Using the grip there I turn her head toward me. Her mouth is open while she pants as her release builds and my palm finds her clit to help get her there.
“Tell me, good girl. Do you want us both?”
“Yes,”she breathes out so quiet, I almost don’t even hear her.
“Want us at the same time?”
“Fuck Asher,”she moans, trying to drop her head, but I tighten my grip on her throat, keeping her in place.
“Tell me,” I demand roughly, fucking her even harder with my hand.
“Yes. Please, oh my God ah,”Rae moans so loudly if she had neighbors close by I would think they could hear her. She tightens around my fingers so tight I’m lightheaded by the thought of how she’s going to feel doing the same to my cock.
“Fuck, there you go,” I groan, working her through the orgasm.
As soon as she starts to feel boneless, I pull my hand away, using my stronger arm to haul her onto the counter, kicking away the stool that’s now in my way. Rae gasps as soon as her ass hits the stone, but I’m ripping her pants the rest of the way off her body while she reaches for my shirt, trying to get it off as quickly as possible.
“Eager?” I taunt, helping her with my shirt, pulling it off with one hand while she reaches down trying to undo my pants.
Once she has them unbuttoned and is trying to reach in, I grab her wrists to stop her, and she gives me an annoyed look.
“Aren’t you wanting me to figure out who I am?” She tilts her head to the side.
“And you think you’re going to do that by fucking me?” I ask, humorously.
Rae shrugs. “Maybe, only one way to find out.”
“I’m not like Grayson,” I clarify.
“I know you’re not.”
“I’m not sweet and gentle.”
“I know.”
“I’m not going to be nice to you.”
“I don’t want you to be.”
“I’m not going to cuddle afterwards.”
