Page 99 of Ash and Poison

Asher grabbed the ketchup bottle and squeezed half of it onto his fries.

“Oh, you’re that guy,” I said, dipping my fries into the mound of ketchup on his plate.

“And you’re that girl,” he replied with a grin, gesturing toward my fries.

“Yes. You know, that’s how ketchup is meant to be used. It’s to dip, not to drown.”

“Agree to disagree,” he said, raising his hand.

The waitress cleared our table when we finished our burgers and fries, before bringing the milkshakes topped with whipped cream. I took a sip of the shake and groaned.

“If you groan like that, I might lose control and—” Asher licked his lips, staring at my mouth. “You look just as gorgeous sucking a straw as you did sucking my cock.”

I jerked back, spluttering and coughing.

“You’re fucking impudent.”

“You love it.”

“I do,” I said, swirling my tongue around the straw.

“I want that pretty mouth on my cock, Poison. I want it now,” he growled. “My God, you’re a fucking temptation.”

“Later.”

“I… can’t.” He slid his toe up my leg, softly teasing my skin.

“What are you…”

“Are you wearing underwear?” he asked, eyes burning against mine. The sparkling green had gone darker, and the wild look of hunger in his eyes made my insides tremble.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Remove it,” he said, never looking away. The order in his eyes was clear.

“Fuck no.”

“Remove it, Diya. Let me feel you now. I have to.”

“Are you mad?”

“No, but I feel like I’d go mad if I didn’t touch you right now.”

Moaning, I stood up from the table. Asking for the restroom, I walked in, and quickly locked the door. Cursing myself and him, I removed my panties, shoving them inside my handbag before I walked out.

He had moved over from where he was sitting and now on my side. He scooted down as I walked back over and took a seat.

He placed a hand on my leg. “Is your pussy bare now?”

I nodded, my throat suddenly dry. What the fuck was he doing to me? Sex never made me compliant, but with Asher, it was becoming way more than I could handle.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered as he greedily slurped his milkshake before his hands crawled up my thighs. I shuddered, pressing my lips together, refusing to let loose a long moan. “Now, open your legs for me, my pretty poison.”

Gulping, I pulled my legs apart. His fingers slid into my pussy without hesitation. “Already so fucking wet. Want to squirt for me?”

I shook my head. “No. Fuck. You’re mad.”

“Well, you don’t have any choice. When I say squirt, you’re only allowed to ask how much…” He pulled out his fingers from inside me before pushing it back in. My legs trembled from the weight of pleasure. My skin blazed. “As long and as much as I want,” he said, flicking his thumb against my clit.