Chapter Five
“Good girl,” David praised, savouring this view of her, bent over, quaking, mouth open yet eyes squeezed tightly shut against the orgasm that still surged through her. It was such a surreal image. This innocent girl he’d watch grow up dissolved into a wanton little sex kitten, beautiful and innocent yet primitive, desperate, and so fucking sexy.
He wanted to ingrain it into his memory forever and guided one of her legs up and over as he did, rolling her onto her back.
Cassandra went willingly, panting, basking in the sweet afterglow. Her eyes opened, searching, pleading. “Please… Mr Street… fuck me, please…”
“Shhh… Cass,” he’d reverted to that familiar easy tone she knew so well, and said the words so softly, for a moment, she dared hope this sweet torture was about to end, and all her fantasises were about to come true.
“I love watching you cum.” He swooped down, tasting her with a long lick along her sex.
“Oh god!” Cassandra gasped, her back arching at the toe-curling contact.
She couldn’t stand it. He was driving her insane. She wanted to twist and writhe away from that oh so sinfully wicked mouth. To grab her tits, pinch her nipples, finger her clit. To bury her hands in his hair and force his mouth just where she needed it.
Yet she couldn’t. Her ecstatic body wasn’t listening to her anymore.
“Mmm… Yeah, you like that, Cass? Want more?” he purred, dragging the flat of his tongue back up through her folds to circle her little nub. “You’ve got the sweetest little pussy, so warm and slick. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock, squeezing me like a tight little fist as I make you cum. Do you want me to make you cum? Would you like that? Want me to make you feel good and this tight little pussy purr?” He dipped his head to cover her clit with his mouth, his checks hollowing as he sucked, igniting sparks behind her eyes.
It was too much. Struck by the sheer eroticism of seeing the man’s head between her legs, feeling him devouring her with his wicked, sinfully dirty mouth, she was like a ship caught in a tempest. Her fingers clutched the lounger’s cushion in a deathly grip.
“Yes! Please, Mr street… oh fuck… oh my god… oh yes… yes, eat my pussy, it’s all yours… oh fuck. I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”
He growled, loving this side of her. It was a side of her he had never known. Should have never known. A side of her that was as forbidden to him as the infamous fruit was to Adam. And like all forbidden fruit, she was all the sweeter for it. He loved this view of her luscious body arching from between her smooth thighs, the sight of her flushed with passion, wild with desire, the sounds of her pleasure, the feeling of her shuddering around him.
Yet it couldn’t slake his thirst for her, his hunger for more. He wanted more. He wanted all of her, completely and absolutely, to spoil her for any other man, to make her his. “Fuck, you cum so easily. Yeah, do it again, Cass, cum for me.”
“Yes! Yes! Oh god, oh Jesus… that feels so good… Mr… Mr street, you’re- oh fuck!”
“Yeah, what do you want, Cass?” he pressed, as he lapped at her making sure she could feel every syllable beat through her tasty little sex as his greedy tongue pushed through her spasming tissues to drink from the very centre of her erogenous being.
His cock tightened dangerously, desperate for attention and jealous of his tongue.
It was all he could do not to go balls deep in her luscious pussy right then and there.
“Fuck me,” she moaned, squirming and writhing as her body dissolved. God, Nathan had never done this to her, never made her feel this way. It was like his tongue had a mind of its own and knew just where to touch her, what to do to drive her wild. It was too much, too good…
“Louder.” There was a delicious, almost devilish edge to his words now, and she knew he was enjoying toying with her.
“Fuck me!” The words left her in a shriek, her head rolling as he worked her into a storm, her body shaking with the tension of her building release as she suddenly tittered on the brink. “I want you to fuck me, Mr Street! Use me any way you want. That’s your pussy. Bury your big dick in me. Make me your whore. I’ll be a good little fuck toy for you. I’ll… I’ll… oh god… oh fuck I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna- oh god, don’t stop, don’t… stop… oh… god…” Then her release exploded through the hot, throbbing knot at her core, the waves surging over her, sending her reeling, soaring like no orgasm that had come before it, shaking her to her foundations, leaving her basking in a sea of stars.
Only when she had finally stopped shaking did David abandon his newfound treasure, but not before attending to her fully bared jewel with a soft, almost chaste kiss. She arched and gasped excitedly, her clit still too tender and sensitive from such a powerful climax for any more direct stimulation just yet.
And the knowledge that it was he who had brought this little sultry vixen so much pleasure and had pushed her over the shattering brink with just his mouth, filled him with such a primitive pride, he just couldn’t help himself.
Coming back down to earth, blinking through the black spots dancing before her eyes, Cassandra was treated to the view of David standing before her with his trousers open, fisting his imperious cock.
It was a scene straight out of her dirtiest dreams. Yet they were only fantasies. Pale shadows of the reality of the Adonis standing before her. Over her. Almost close enough for her to taste his salty musk. All she would have to do was lean up and open her mouth…
“See something you like, baby?” he purred, watching her with dark, hungry eyes. He watched her as he stroked the full length of his cock with slow pumps that made the thick crest swell and glisten beneath the warm Mediterranean sun.
It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen and made her still tingling pussy throb needily.
Her mouth suddenly dry, she could only nod. Her eyes reverted to the view of his thick cock, which now seemed so much bigger than she’d expected.
A hell of a lot bigger than Nathan’s, that was for sure.
Her heart racing, she slowly raised her legs, bracing the flat of her feet on the sunbed, baring herself to those hungry eyes, inviting him to finish what he’d started.
He accepted immediately, covering her body with his and crushing his mouth to hers, kissing her hungrily. His wicked tongue slipped between her lips to tangle with hers, the very same tongue that just moments before had been devouring her.
She moaned at such a dirty thought and greedily sucked his tongue, her hips arching up, curling against the weight of his desire, desperate to get it where she wanted it. Where she needed him. The head of his cock, hot and slick with pre-cum, slipped and slid between their bodies and left a slick trail down her belly to...
David pulled away, dragging his mouth from hers with a low growl.
“You’re so beautiful, Cass…” he growled, breathless, his voice hot and hungry, eyes holding hers as his crown pressed against her slick folds. “If you want to stop-”
Shaking her head, Cassandra didn’t give him a chance to finish. Stop? Like hell, she’d been waiting all her life to have him like this. No way was she about to stop now. Wrapping her legs around his waist and arching her hips, she urged him on, digging her heels into his backside so…
“Oh… fuck!” she gasped, her heart thundering in her ears as the world shrank down to the feeling of him inside her, his broad crest pressing through her sex, stretching her to her limit, filling her inch by delicious inch.
Oh god, it was too much! He was too much, too thick, too hard, too… big!
No, not big, huge, hung like a fucking stallion!
David could only groan a low, choked sound at the feeling of sliding into her warmth, her plush heat wrapping around him, sucking him in. It was the sweetest torture. Just watching her sexy little mouth open with that first sweet shock of penetration, her eyes widening, losing focus, rolling back before snapping forward in the rush of wild, untamed pleasure.
Fuck, it was a miracle he hadn’t cum already.
He knew he needed to be patient, to wait and let her adjust, but the urge, the need to take her, to rut, to fuck, to claim this little sex kitten as his own, was inexorable.
“M-Mr Street… Please…” Cassandra wasn’t entirely sure what she was pleading for.
The words left her in a rush as he rolled his hips, pulling out a little before driving back in.
Her back bowed up and off the sunbed at the feeling of being stretched so deliciously and stuffed to her limits. And not just in the physical sense. This feeling, the connection between them, the way he was watching her, it was all so intense. Way too intense. She’d never felt anything like it. Desperate to burn the feeling of him inside her to memory, she clenched around him.
“Oh fuck,” David hissed, squeezing his eyes shut against the sudden rush that nearly pushed him over the edge. “Don’t do that…”
“Mmm… sorry,” she panted, provocatively biting her lip. She wasn’t sorry, god she loved the way his cock was twitching inside her, thickening and hardening all the more.
“Oh, you naughty girl, so that’s the way you want to play it, huh?”
It happened so fast she could barely react, her pleasure drunk brain only really registering the way his cock surged inside her as the flair of his hips spread her thighs wide, opening her up in the very best of ways while those powerful hands raised her legs, guiding them up over his shoulders.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, staring down at her, gently, rocking his hips to emphasise his meaning as his hands ran down her legs to seize her waist. His hold was gentle, but firm, powerful, unescapable, and kept her pinned against his abdomen at just the right angle for her to see where their bodies joined.
“Yes…” she gasped, trying to meet his teasing roll with one of her own, but was restrained by the hold he had on her.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes…” She could feel tears welling up in the corners of her eyes as each time he circled his hips, the flat of his abdomen ground over her clit. Growing desperate, maddened by the subtle tease of friction, she twisted and writhed, needing to break free, her hands tearing at the lounger’s cushion for any sort of leverage.
“You want more?”
“Oh… god… please, Mr… Street… you're… I… I’m…” Oh god, why was he being so cruel? She was so hot, hotter for it than she had ever been. Couldn’t he see that? See how badly she wanted him?
“That’s it, Cas, let it go, tell me what you want…” His voice was soft and low, but the predatory gleam in his eyes was pure deviance. He pulled back until just the tip remained inside her, leaving her feeling cold and empty.
Yet the sight of his cock, rising from her depths, wet and shiny with her cream, was unquestionably the sexiest thing she had ever seen.
“Yes, I want more! More! Fuck me more! Bury that big dick in me. Pound my tight little pussy, that’s your pussy, give it to me… give it to me- oh my god, oh my god, oh my go-oh!” Her pleas dissolved in a long moan as he drove back into her, going balls deep within her slick, eager walls in one smooth drive.
“That’s right, Cas, you’re mine now, mine. These beautiful tits. This tight little cunt. All mine.” He punctuated each claim with another curl of his hips, withdrawing and thrusting, emphasising his claims, determined to make sure she would never forget.
And she quickly lost herself in the feeling of his thick cock stretching her, filling her like nothing she had ever imagined.
“Yes. Yes! Yours, all yours! Oh god, hold me down, make me take it, make me watch your big fucking cock pound my little pussy, oh fuck, feels so good,” Cassandra moaned, her head rolling and her back bowing up off the lounger, offering her body up to him, letting him use her as he wanted, however he wanted.
And David couldn’t get enough of her.
Sex had never been like this with his ex. To her, for all her extramarital activities, the Kama Sutra was a menu in an Indian takeaway. She’d been greedy and demanding, selfish in the quest for her own release.
Cassandra was as different as different could be and he wanted to show her how special she was, make her feel as treasured as she deserved.
Already close, he knew he couldn’t last long, so rather than holding back, he gave her everything. Draw and thrust, draw and thrust, over and over again as he pounded her slick folds, going deeper with every stroke, making sure she could feel every inch of him. The wet slap of their body’s meeting rang out with the squeaks and groans of the lounger beneath them.
Cassandra only moaned her approval, letting him take her, letting him take what he wanted as she moved with him, her ardour burning just as fiercely. Rocking beneath him, her tight sex clenching, squeezing him as he drove into her hard and fast, dominating her completely and sending her spiralling towards another climax.
God, if he kept this up much longer, she had no doubt she would be deliciously sore by the morning, and walking funny for days.
God, “Oh god… oh god… oh-oh M-Mr Street… Yeah… yeah… yeah… oh my god… oh- fuck! Fuck, that’s so fucking good!” She couldn’t stand it. It felt like the place where they were connected was melting away in a sparkling electric storm that tingled out to every nerve in her body. “Oh, fuck… oh… oh… oh my god, oh fuck, don’t stop, give me that dick, use my little pussy, give me all your fucking cock, I want it, I wa- oh- Oh fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming all over your cock…”
She was being too loud. They were out in the open, their modesty shielded only by the small wall that encircled the property. Anyone walking by would hear them. However, Cassandra didn’t give a damn. The almost nirvana-like high she was cresting left little care in her. Nothing could pull her from the incredible sensations sweeping through her like wildfire, shoving her to the point of madness.
“That’s it, Cass, cum for me, cum all over my dick as I fuck your brains out!” he growled, his jaw clenched tight, fighting to hold back his inevitable climax. His taut muscles flexed deliciously beneath his skin as he loomed over her, stretching out, his hands moving up from her waist to cage her beneath him as he drove into her, fucking her through her orgasm. Sweat glistened like oil across his brow and chest. His impossibly hard cock seemed to swell inside her.
And knowing that she could do this to him, push him to the brink of his sanity, drove Cassandra wild.
“Oh my god, please, feels too good, use me however you want, that’s your pussy, I just want to be your little fuck toy, I just… I just, oh god, I can’t take it, it’s too good. It’s too good!” Her voice died away as, trembling, shaking, she was hurled from her peak to tumble through time and space, lost in the stormy throes of the orgasm of her life.
“Yes, that’s it, cum, cum… cum- oh fuck!” he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back in a great bare-toothed growl as her sex bore down, wrapping around and milking his cock to the point he couldn’t hold back any longer. However, before he could pull out, her legs crossed, wrapping around him and locking at the ankles, drawing him in, needing to be closer.
“No… don’t… leave it in… I want to feel you cum inside me Mr Street, give it to me, fill me up with all your cum!” Then her hands were in his hair and their lips crashed together as he unleased rope after rope of creamy heat deep inside her.
They clung together until the tremors passed before disentangling from each other's embrace enough to roll, so Cassandra lay astride him on the sunbed with David still inside her. Panting hard with aftershocks still zinging through her, she buried her face in the crock of his shoulder, inhaling deeply, savouring the cocktail of their mixed scents upon an air of salt and sex. Cassandra relished the feel of his powerful arms enveloping her, holding her close, his cock softening and the warmth of his seed throbbing inside her. It just felt so right, so perfect, that she wanted nothing so much as to stay like this forever.
Despite herself, she couldn’t help a small chuckle.
Looking down, David arched a brow. “Something funny?”
“No, I was just thinking,” she mused, trailing one hand through the curls of his dark dusting of chest hair. “When Stacey told me the best way to get over Nathan was a quick hookup, I don’t think this is quite what she had in mind.”
“No, I bet not.” He gave a bark of laughter. “But I think I prefer our way.”
“Hmm…” she agreed. Spotting a stray drop of perspiration rolling down his neck, she quickly swept it up with a sweep of her tongue, following it up all the way to his ear. “But you know what?”
“What?” His mouth twisted in that devastating smirk. Deep inside her, his still semi-hard cock reawakened, stiffening, and lengthening like a serpentine phoenix rising from the ashes.
She pulled back to meet his eyes, biting her lip. “I’m not entirely sure I’m over him just yet. Maybe I need to take another plunge under my besties’ sexy daddy. What do you think?”
Thinking back to his office and his unfinished manuscript and the looming deadline, David couldn’t help but grin back. “Always do what the doctor orders…” Then he kissed her and pulled her back down onto the lounger.
He had till the end of the week to finish the book.
Plenty of time.