HOPE
"I hope you forgive me when you are back to your senses," he says, but I don't understand why he thinks I'm not in my right mind.
I wanted to tell him that I'd come up with a few suggestions myself, but before I got to the words, he was circling my cunt with a finger from behind, his touch dipping inside just a bit at first before pressing deep.
He teased every inch of skin between my legs with the instrument except for my swollen little nub, all while I gasped and squirmed on his finger.
Soon, sooner than I expected, there was a second finger, pumping fast enough to stop my lungs.
"Yes, yes, please!" I say, although I'm not certain what I'm begging for next.
Asher makes the decision for me, covering my clit with the fast buzz of his instrument, holding it steady as he fucks me roughly with his fingers.
"Your cock," I say, realizing suddenly what I want so badly, even as I'm flying to the edge. "Give me that, please. Please."
