Chapter 9 Rowan
CHAPTER NINE
ROWAN
Watching Asher push our girl to the edge over and over again is fucking beautiful.
Each time he brings her down, she lets out a little cry that’s as sexy as it is adorable, and when I watch her trap her bottom lip between her teeth to stop herself from cursing him out, I can’t help but smile beneath the mask.
She’s always been fiery, and I’m happy to see nothing has changed in the years since we met.
Asher drags his body from hers, and for a moment she seems panicked, as if she thinks he’s going to leave her.
It’s unsurprising she has abandonment issues, given both her parents packed up and left her without so much as an explanation, but he quickly soothes her with a gentle caress of the cheek.
“I’m not going anywhere, babe,” he tells her softly, dragging her up with him and positioning her on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed.
The tension in her shoulders melts away as he kneels in front of her, capturing her chin in his grasp and pressing a gentle kiss to her full lips.
“Where are you at, Hannah?”
“Green,” she replies immediately.
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and begin stripping off my suit, leaving it bundled in the corner, something I would never normally do, but I need to have her. I need to slide inside her perfect pussy and bury myself there where I belong.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Little One,” I tell her, kicking off my shoes and slacks as I move behind her.
A gentle moan escapes her throat, and I meet Asher’s eyes over her back, searching his gaze for any hesitation he may be seeing in her eyes, but there is none.
Hannah spent the last two weeks working herself up for tonight, and yet from the moment I slipped into the booth beside her, she’s been completely at ease with me.
I drag the tip of my cock through her soaking wet folds, and I have to force myself to remain gentle. I’m not a small guy, and surging into her tightness isn’t going to do either of us any favors, not when I intend to take her over and over again for the rest of our lives.
“Please,” Hannah whines, and it snaps something inside me. The carefully crafted control I’ve held in both hands for as long as I can remember breaks, and I lose all ability to rein myself in.
I slam inside her so hard it takes both our breaths away, tearing a scream from her throat and a primal growl from mine. “Holy fuck.”
“Sir,” she cries out with a mixture of pleasure and pain, the two distinct feelings mingling together until neither is recognizable without the other.
“Your pussy was made for us, Hannah,” I force through gritted teeth.
“Yes,” she sobs. “Yes, fuck. Please.”
I chuckle and meet Asher’s eyes again. “You’re right. She does beg pretty for us.”
Without another word, I snap my hips back and forth in brutal thrusts that drive me to the edge of my consciousness.
It’s never been like this before. I’ve fucked more women than I care to count in the last forty-five years, but it’s never felt so all-consuming.
It’s never felt like I’ll cease to exist if she’s not in my arms, if my cock is not buried inside her.
Asher presses up onto his knees, positioning himself in front of her face, and she wastes no time taking his hard length between her lips, the same way she did mine not too long ago.
Together, we fuck our girl roughly, and she takes every thrust we give her without complaint. Her pussy pulses around my length, and I know it won’t be long before she comes, and there’s no doubt in my mind she’s going to drag me over the edge right alongside her.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.