My heart is pounding, my breathing erratic, and I feel like my soul just left my body.That part of me that’s telling me to run, yeah, I just shot her in the fucking head and buried her tiny, little body.
I should castrate him for touching me without my permission, but instead I open for him when his tongue licks the seam of my lips.
He devours my mouth with his tongue as mine battles with his. I moan and move to straddle his lap. He's hard as fucking steel.
My hands thread through his long locks as I grip them hard, making him grunt. He moves his hands from my face to my ass, grasping my cheeks and grinding me against him.
But that's as rough as it gets. We move with each other, kissing, consuming, as I rock against him.
I'm so fucking wet that I bet there’s a damp spot over his crotch right now, but I don't care. My beast is roaring inside. She wants him. She wants to let him in, in every way possible.
So, when he lays me back on the lounge chair, I let him cover my body with his.
He settles between my legs as he moves his lips from mine to my neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. I mewl at his touch. I fucking mewl like a bitch in heat, and I fucking love it.
“Let me make love to you, Har. Let me make you feel good?” he asks as he trails kisses down my chest. When I say nothing, he looks at me, knowing he won't get further without my permission. “Tell me to stop, and I will.” His pupils are wide and black. His own beast hovering right behind them. He needs this. He needs me more than I understand. A part of me didn't know that I needed him too.Fuck. I say nothing. But I also don't deny him.
He takes that as a yes. Because he knows that if I didn't want this, he would be dead by now.
Lowering his head back down, he moves my top down so that he can take my hard nipple into his mouth. I moan, closing my eyes as he swirls his tongue around the hardened peak.
My body is on fire, every nerve ending going off like the Fourth of July. My pussy is pulsing, demanding he fill us up, my clit aching with need.
One of his big, strong hands slides down the front of my pants, right over my soaked core.Fuck,I shout in my head, scared that if I speak out loud, I'll come to my senses, and this will be all over. I hiss as he rubs my clit with his finger.
“I’ve been dreaming about this every fucking night,” he groans against my skin as he makes his way down to my needy core, pulling my pants down as he does.
“My lips against your soft, creamy skin.” He kisses my belly. “My hands on your body.” He kisses my mound. “And my mouth, feasting on your perfect pussy,” he growls as he stares at my dripping cunt like a man who hasn't eaten in weeks.
Wasting no time, he dives between my legs. He starts lapping up my leaking core, not wanting to waste one drop. My body arches off the chair, and I cry out at the contact of his tongue against my over sensitized bud.
He sucks it into his mouth as he devours his meal.
My hands fly into his hair to hold him tight against me as I start riding his face. He groans against my center, vibrating against it, making my body shiver in delight. My fingers dig into his scalp, and I'm sure I'm drawing blood, but he loves it. He grips my ass, bringing me closer to his face, as if I wasn't already smothering him.
Then my orgasm hits me like a fucking freight train. My head flying back hard and fast. I'm surprised I didn't break my neck. My back arches off the chair so high, I probably look like I'm possessed by a demon and his mouth is the one performing the exorcism.
The scream that rips from my throat is so loud that I think I broke the sound barrier. Fuck. I'm dead. Like no, really. I felt my soul exit my body with that scream.
I will my lungs to take in air as I come down from that earth-shattering climax.
Licking his lips, with one of the most fucking adorable smiles on his face, he crawls between my legs, and hovers over me. “I don’t want to fuck you, Harlow,” he says, kissing me hard. I can taste myself on his lips. My tongue darts out, licking his, wanting a better taste. He growls with approval. “I want to make love to you. Please.”
My heart flutters.Make love. I haven't made love to a man since... well, since him. The part of me who fell in love with him all those years ago craves this, needs this.
“Okay,” I say, hearing my voice for the first time since we started kissing.
We strip our clothes off and lay back down on the chair. Cass holds himself up so that he can take in my naked body. “So fucking perfect,” he breathes. “Everything about you is. Even the parts that aren't.”
Looking down between his legs, I find his cock hard and waiting. Pre-cum covers his tip. It looks magnificent.
My eyes find his. We don't break eye contact as he settles between my legs. He claims my mouth again, before thrusting his cock into my needy, little pussy.
We both moan into the kiss. My nails are digging into his back.
Slowly and softly, he makes love to me. My brain is hyper focused on the feeling of his cock deep inside me. How my body tingles all over. It's one of the most intense experiences I’ve ever felt.
All my love for Cass, past, present, and future rushes to the surface. Tears fall down my face as I start to feel something I swore I never wanted to feel again. Something that made me feel weak and vulnerable. Something that could be used against me, to break me.