“You sure, Blair?” Asher calls again, and this time his voice seems choked… with laughter? “Think he knows, princess? I reckon so. I don’t fucking care, I’m not stopping until your cum is dripping down my cock and you scream so loud everyone hears.” “Shit,” I hiss, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. “Let him listen, I don’t give a fuck. Hell, open the door and he can watch.” Cyrus groans, tightening his grip as he bites my nipple again in warning. “Dirty fucking bitch.”
