HAZEL
“What’s that, freckles?” He teases. It wouldn’t be Asher if he didn’t. “You want more, don’t you? Tell me how much you want it.”
Gods!
I’m going to lose it.
“I want it,” I plead. “Touch me. My c**t. Fuck.” I gasp, feeling him move faster. There’s a shift in the air now.
His fingers, they find my c**t, toying with me the way I’ve been craving.
“Yes!” I moan, gripping the sheets. “Right there. Mmhm. Don’t stop.”
“f**k. Freckles,” he rasps into my neck, never breaking the pace of his thrusts. “You’re killing me here. Want you. So much.”
What does that mean?
Does he want me as more than just a f**k buddy? Or does he just prefer me in the here and now?
“You feel so good babe.” He holds me in place and thrusts so fast, I lose all train of thought. All I can think of is the wet
