15: Truth?

There was something about Isabella begging which made Asher's blood boil. He let out a strangled whimper, shutting his eyes. His cock, however, had other ideas. It slipped between Isabella's butt cheeks, making both hisses with uncorrupted desire. Were he a hormonal-driven male, Asher would have pushed his length deep into her ass, and he had a feeling she was too horny to even attempt to stop him. With much effort, Asher pushed both of them into the swimming pool, catching Isabella unaware. His sole hope was that the cold water would somehow dampen their excitement. Isabella screeched as goose bumps formed on her flawless skin. She turned to Asher with a scowl. “Why did you do that?” Asher gazed at her pursed lips, and before he could stop himself, he leaned and ran his tongue over them lightly.

“I promised, didn't I?” he asked simply.

“But I begged,” Isabella countered, reaching out to grab him by the neck and automatically wrapped her legs around his waist. The cold water had do