“Good.”
I examine her, trying to see if she’s fucking with me. But the only thing I see is honesty and desperate lust written all over her. Pink flushed cheeks, red hair a mess, bottom lip so full I’m dying to sink my teeth into it.
“If it’s too much you tell me,” I tell her.
“I can handle anything.”
I smirk. “That’s what I like to hear, good girl, but if you need to stop you say it.”
“Like a safe word?”
I nod. “Yes, Exactly, a safe word.”
Reaching forward, I lift her shirt, and she raises her arms to make it easier for me.
“Birth control?” I ask because I don’t know how much longer I can handle standing right here like this and not being inside her.
“On it. Tests?”
I can’t help the small laugh I let out. “Clear.”
“Me too. I really don’t ever do this.”
“Trust me, good girl, I know.”
She scrunches her face, and I know she may not like that, but that’s too bad. She is good. I may end up ruining her, but for now she’s still good.
“If I want you and Grayson, I don’t know how good that makes me.”
“Who cares?” I shrug. “Rule number one about figuring yourself out is to not give a fuck about what anyone thinks.”
“My entire life is giving a fuck about what people think,” she admits.
I lean forward, stepping between her legs; she opens for me easily and I grab her thighs to spread even further apart. “Maybe it’s time you stop.”
She looks at me, eyes wide. “You’re pretty insightful for someone who claims not to give a fuck.”
I shake my head and push my pants down because this has taken a serious turn. I have to distract us both. I meant what I said. I’m not sweet, nice, and gentle. And I want her to know that.
“I don’t,” I tell her seriously right before positioning the head of my dick at her entrance and pushing into her with a single powerful thrust that has her crying out. Not even giving her a chance to adjust to the piercings I have along my shaft.
I grab a fistful of her hair, gripping tightly while I pull out of her to push in once again roughly. She tightens around me, and I have to focus on not blowing too soon. Using my grip on her hair, I hold her in place as our lips crash together in a kiss that matches the roughness of me fucking her.
She kisses me back just as fiercely. She gives as good as she gets and when I sink my teeth into her bottom lip she squeals, and responds by digging her nails into my back. I groan at the pain, kissing her even deeper and fucking her even harder.
I pull her mouth away from mine and guide her to lay back on the counter, taking in her gorgeous body laid out on here like she’s my own personal feast. I thrust into her, fully seating myself inside her wet heat and stay still, both to take a minute to hold back my release and to take in the sight of her like this.
Especially the place we’re connected. I slide my hand up her thigh, to her pussy, rubbing her clit, then higher, trailing her arousal up her stomach to her chest.
“Look how wet you are, soaking my cock and making a messof yourself,” I tell her, pinching one of her nipples between my fingers, causing her to arch up. I tweak the peaked bud, then move to the other to do the same while she moans and writhes under me.
“Asher, please,” she pleads.
“Please what?”
“Please move.” She swivels her hips trying to get some friction. I smile, continuing to move my hand higher up to her throat, collaring it once again.
“Aw, look at you. So desperate, even when you have my cock in your tight little cunt, it’s not enough for you.”
