HAZEL
My mind is a haze. I’m hot all over, wanting nothing more than to have Asher’s bulging c**k pressed against my throbbing p***y.
He’s got to be punishing me, dangling the pleasure in front of my face and then pulling away.
He had to know, from the moment he’d kissed me in my bedroom that it would be impossible to remember the rules. Not in the haze of passion.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I bite my lip, stiffling a moan, hating the words before they leave my mouth. “Our contract.”
“You want me to stop?” His fingers find my center. They slid long the wet flesh, lodged between my p***y lips. Even with my denims on, I know he feels it. The wetness.
“Tell me to take my fingers off,” he breathes into my neck, swirling his knuckles around my center.
It’s so good. I don’t want it t
