{DASHA}
When, not if.
My fingers twisted in the towel as images of him holding me down, thrusting between my legs, bombarded my brain. The idea of it was so wrong, yet my pussy clenched as desire squeezed my lungs like a fist.
I tried to keep my voice even. "What makes you think I want this?"
He shook his head. "Because I mentioned it and you came hard on my dick two minutes ago. I think you like the idea."
My breathing picked up, nostrils flaring as I struggled to get enough air. He noticed, of course, his gaze darting to my chest, and he smirked.
"Wouldn't it feel good to fight me as hard as you can? To hit and kick me as much as you like before I stick my dick inside you?"
"No," I whispered weakly. I was so wet between my legs, and it had nothing to do with the hot tub. My mouth was suddenly dry, so I licked my lips. "You're insane."
"Da, konechno. But you can't hide from me, Dasha. I see everything you are thinking. You're panting right now even as you consider it."
