Page 99 of Fractured Fear

No. Not later. There will be no later. This is a one-time deal. I can never let it go any further than this.

Spencer stalks toward me adding a little sway to her hips, then she pivots and goes to the countertop next to me. Leaning back on her elbows she opens her legs revealing her needy pussy. She looks perfect like this, spread open wide for me. I wish I could impale her on my dick and never leave. She looks so fucking tight.

“Have you been drenched like this all day? Aching for me?” My question is met with a deeper pink coloring her cheeks. I smirk at her.

Yeah, she isn’t as unaffected as she pretends to be.

“Use your fingers and rub your clit. Show me how you made yourself come in the shower yesterday while you shouted my name.”

Her eyes go wide. “I didn’t?—”

“Don’t lie. We both know you did.”

Embarrassment coats her skin, but she still follows my instructions. Gliding her hand between her perfect breasts and down her abdomen. When she reaches her core, she circles her bundle of nerves and moans.

“Good girl.”

Careful not to end this too early, I squeeze the base of my dick. I’m close already and we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.

“Give it a little flick,” I instruct. When she does, I give her more praise which has her preening. “Just like that. That’s it,” I say in a husky voice.

The back and forth motion of her finger has a flare of jealousy stir up. It should be my fingers there. Not hers. Her legs should be wrapped around my waist—or my head.

“Eyes open and on me, Princess. I want to see what you look like when you cum,” her eyes snap open and connect with mineand I swear I feel the act tug on my cold, dead heart. “Take two of your fingers and feed them into your pussy.”

When she does, she cries out, “Asher!”

My name. She screamedmy fucking name. I shouldn’t be itching to hear it again, but I fucking am. I need it.

I finally start to pump my shaft in time with her movements. I watch her pussy tighten around her fingers and know she is close, so damn close.

“Look at you. Look how you’re soaking the counter for me. So fucking wet.”

“Asher, please,” she whines.

“Tell me what you need, Princess.”

“I–I don’t know. Just please.”

Eyeing the can of whip cream, I snag it without losing the rhythm of fisting my dick in that delicious up and down motion.

I shake it and her eyes go wide. “What are you doing?”

“You said no hands. You didn’t say anything about my mouth.”

Heat flares in her eyes again, and I add a drop of whip cream to each of her nipples. I look back up at her, waiting for consent. When she gives her head a small nod, I dive in like a starving man. I take as much of her in my mouth as I can and suck. Her back bows off the island and my ears are met with that glorious sound again.

“Asher! Oh shit. Asher!”

Her enthusiasm spurs me on. Once her nipple is as hard as a fucking diamond, I let her mound pop free from my mouth and I give the other the same attention.

“Yes, please. Please, Asher, please. I’m so close.” Her hand between us moves faster now.

I let her breast fall from my mouth and straighten.

“Me too, Princess,” I pant. “I’m going to paint your perfect little body with my cum.”

Spencer mustreallylike my filthy mouth because she cums right then and there. The sight is nothing short of a religious experience. Her muscles tighten and she screams again.

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