“I’m not done with you just yet,” he growled. “You’ll have to ask to come for me, little siren.”
Wrath filled my bones, my brows furrowed in a glare. I reached my hand down to touch myself, desperately, before I was halted by his grip.
“So greedy. You think I won’t make you beg?” His smile was sinister.
“Fuck you.”
Pulling me up from laying down across the counter, Asher carried me to the couch. He tossed me down onto my back, spreading my legs for his viewing. He then lined up his strained cock that was still inside of his pants with my bare entrance.
He reached for his waistband, but pulled my hand away from myself. Then he traced slow lines along my skin, teasing, but never giving in.
“Not so fast, greedy girl,” he said.
The ferocity filling all my nerve endings was dangerous. I wasn’t the person to be around when my mood was sour, and he was withholding me from pleasure. It was infuriating.
“Asher, do not think that I’m going to beg for your cock,” I snarked.
His chuckle was anything but kind.
“Oh babe, you’ll be begging by the time I’m done with you today. You’ll be dripping wet, needy, and begging me to let your sweet pussy orgasm all over me.”
I was shook. This was not the Asher I knew, but it was turning me on in a way I’d never experienced before. He was dominant in all the right ways, and I wanted more, but I also didn’t want to let him know that.
“Yeah fucking right. In your dreams, rich boy.”
With that, he flipped me onto my stomach, and yanked me up by my waist onto all fours. I was exposed to him, yearning, and dared to peer back at him.
His finger ran down my slit, grazing my sweet spot, making all my skin rise into goosebumps. Then Asher peered down at me, making eye contact while he licked me off his finger.
“You always taste so good for me.”
My stomach twisted into knots.Why was this so fucking sexy right now?
I could feel him rustling behind me while he removed his sweats. His bare member pressed up against my ass as he grinded up against me, making my knees ache. He was hard and so fucking ready for me.
Why wasn’t he just taking me now? Why did I feel this needy and desperate for him?
It was unfair.
He gripped his cock in his hand and slid the tip between my lips, not daring to enter me. He rocked it over my clit, making me cry out in euphoric bliss.
“Fuck, Lennon. Your pussy is perfect. Too bad I’m not going to fuck it yet.”
I whipped my head back. “What the fuck, Asher?”
Gently, he smeared his hard member across my pussy lips, over my clit, and teased my entrance. He still did not make an entry.
It was killing me.
My juices were seeping down my leg. The embarrassment reddened my cheeks at how hot I was for him.
Sitting back on his legs, he stroked his cock. “Keep looking forward or back at me in anger—it turns me on either way.”
Asher had the audacity to jerk himself off to the view of my exposed pussy. I forced myself back quickly, attempting to land on his cock. I hoped it would place him inside of me, but I was unsuccessful. Then it earned me one hard spank on my ass from him.
I knew immediately there would be a handprint impression. The sting still lingering well after it impact.
“Be a good girl and stick that pussy up in the air for me so I can stroke my cock to you, Lennon.”
