Page 98 of Fractured Fear

Yeah, fuck this distance.

I round the counter, and she immediately backs away, putting a hand up between us. Like I’d let a simple hand get in my way. She taunted me, waved the red flag at the agitated bull. If she didn’t want me to act, she never should have stepped into the ring.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish, Princess.” I growl at her.

“I–I…” Her focus darts around the kitchen. She won’t find the escape she’s looking for.

“It’s too late, Spencer. You should have thought your little game through first.”

The panic leaves her and rage takes its place. “Back up.”

“I don’t think I will. Not when I can see that you want me as much as you hate me right now.” She gasps and shakes her head. She can deny it all she wants, but we both know it would be a lie.

She doesn't realize it, but she’s been rubbing her lush thighs together all day. I’d rather her thighs rub up against my beard as I tongue fucked her sweet cunt.

“Take off the leggings.”

With shaking hands she dips her thumbs into her waistband.

“Don’t go all shy on me now, Spencer. Or are you giving up already?”

Just like I predicted, her resolve returns and she’s more determined now to step up to my challenge. Spencer shucks her leggings and tosses them at my head. I duck and let them sail past me.

The sight in front of me leaves me stunned. Her black thong is simple, but on her it looks like it’s worth a million bucks. Her body is what wet dreams are made of. Her golden skin is smooth, and she’s soft in all the right places. There is a beautiful pink hue that has tinted her cheeks and spread across the top of her tits. I imagine the weight of them in my hand and how I would worship them, sucking the peaks in my mouth and lavishing them with my tongue.

“Drop those panties, Princess,” I say through gritted teeth. If I unclench my jaw, I’m afraid I might beg her to let me fuck her all night long. And I would, all night long.

Without hesitation she bends, taking off her panties and then removing her bra without me telling her to.

Oh yeah. My sassy little Princess wants this.

Just like before, she launches both articles of clothing at my head, but instead of maneuvering out of the way I catch them. Bringing her panties to my nose, I inhale deep.

“Fucking heaven.”

I shove the thong in my pocket and toss the bra over my shoulder. Taking a step towards her again, she holds her hands up to halt me.

“Wait. Wait.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Is it still complicated?” She raises a brow in my direction.

I sigh and place my hands on my hips. “Nothing has changed since yesterday.”

Narrowing her gaze, she draws the line in the sand. “Then you keep your hands to yourself, big guy.”

“Fine. Hands to myself it is.” With a wicked gleam in my eye and a slow grin promising mischief, I undo my tie, unbutton my shirt, and let it fall from my shoulders. Making sure I have her captivated the same way she has me, I slowly unzip my pants and fist my hard cock.

I almost blow right then and there like a teenager having sex for the first time when she nibbles on her lower lip.

“Asher…”

“Hop up on the counter, Spencer, and spread those thighs. I want to see how wet you are for me.”

All doubt leaves her with my dirty words. My Princess likes it when I talk dirty.

Saving that info for later.

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