29. Chapter Twenty-Nine—Carlotta #2
“So fucking goo—” Cassiel’s face twists into an ecstasy riddled grimace, stealing the words from his tongue as I press my tits together on either side of his warm length. His hips pump from beneath, head tipping back into the sofa cushions, arms splayed out wide along the back of my couch.
“Just like that, yesss, Lottie.”
I hum my contentment, feeling him pulse and thicken against my heavy chest. On an upward stroke, I stick out my tongue, catching the head of him before he pulls back.
Over and over again Cass pushes himself through the tight space between my tits, groans and grunts spilling from his lips until I feel his thrusts begin to stutter, his dick twitching and swelling.
He comes with a whimper of my name, “Fuckk, Lottie,” painting my chest, my top, my chin, and my lower lip with warm ropes of his release.
Slipping out of my chest with a groan, Cass slumps back, chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes shut tight.
I tug on the now skewed bow resting above my belly button until it unravels, allowing me to pull the top from my sticky skin completely.
At the sound of me moving about, Cassiel raises his head. He licks his dry lips, eyes narrowing when I collect the cum from my chin with my thumb and shove it into my mouth, lashes fluttering at the taste of him.
“Give me a minute” —his throat bobs, cock already beginning to harden again against his thigh— “and then I’m going to suck the soul from your pussy.”
I laugh brightly, resting my hands on his knees to give me the leverage to stand up. “You sure about that? You seem pretty—”
The rest of my words die on my tongue when Cass surges forward with more strength than I thought he had left in him. Capturing the nape of my neck with his palm, he tackles me to the ground, leaving me squirming beneath him, my heart pounding and my core spasming.
“What did I just fucking tell you, Princess?” he grumbles, shoving the pillow I’d been using for my knees, beneath my head. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”
Without much care or grace, he curls his fingers around the waistband of my leathers, unceremoniously yanking them from my body.
Kicking off his own pants and boxers, he lays, stomach down, on the floor, staring up at me from between my spread legs.
My breath hitches in my throat at the first swipe of his tongue along my panty clad folds, his nose running along the hard bud of my clit, inhaling the scent of my dripping arousal.
Hips jerking, I try to trap him with my thighs, only for Cass to pin me down with his calloused palms, keeping me wide open and at his mercy. “Stop—fuck—stop teasing you bastard.”
“Oh, like when I begged you to suck me, and you didn’t listen?” he coos, voice dangerously low and mocking. A whole-body shiver wracks me, a fresh surge of slick dampening my underwear. “But if that’s what you want, Princess, then that’s what you’ll get.”
Moving his hands from my legs, he rips my panties on either side of my hips, leaving nothing but useless lace scraps behind and dives into my sodden core.
I spasm, wiggling against his braced grip, unsure if I’m trying to run away or towards the onslaught of ecstasy Cass is ruthlessly tearing from my body.
He sucks and licks sloppily, spitting and mouthing at my lower lips, suckling one into his mouth and then the other. Using the tip of his tongue, he licks at me from asshole to clit, taking his time swirling around the hard bud and then tracing a line down either side of my folds.
“Fuck, I love your pussy,” I hear him mutter over the sounds of whines and whimpers pouring from my mouth. “So pretty and pink and all mine. You’ve fucking ruined me, Lottie. Ruined. Me. Gonna need you twice, three times a day to get my fill. You hear me?”
My voice emerges high pitched and squeaky, but I’m too far gone with pleasure to worry about anything. Rome could be pointing a fucking gun to my head right now and I don’t think I’d give a shit. Not when Cass is shoving his tongue into my hole. “Uh huh.”
“That’s right, my little slut’s just as greedy for me as I am for her. Look at you, dripping all over the fucking place. So greedy for my fingers, my mouth, my cock.”
My walls flutter, my heartbeat beginning to beat double time. Cass laves a teasing circle around my clit before he sucks, hard, forcing the balloon of pleasure in my stomach to swell and swell and—
I cum with a shout, feet curling against his broad back, one hand in my hair, gripping the strands so tight it’s deliciously painful, the other threaded through fingers on my thigh, squeezing until his skin turns a mottled white.
Cassiel licks me through my orgasm while I pant, moving to squeeze my tits, still sticky in spots with his release.
When the ringing subsides in my ears, I nudge Cass’s shoulder with my knee, silently telling him I’m done, but he doesn’t fucking let up.
I nudge him again, harder this time, watching as his eyes burst open from where he’d been contently suckling at me and flash with something a little dark.
He returns back to the task at hand, a thick finger sliding inside me this time, joining his tongue to make me fucking crumble.
“Cass, please, I’ve already come, I want—”
“Did anybody tell you it was rude to interrupt a meal, Princess?” he mutters darkly against my swollen flesh. The way he’s toying with my, the edge of his blunt teeth nibbling at my clit, is slightly on the painful side but I can’t deny that I like it. “Huh?”
I shake my head against the pillow beneath me, another orgasm brewing under the surface of my sweat slicked skin. “Cassiel—”
“Nuh uh. You’re gonna let me finish eating and you’re gonna give me another. Shut up and fucking take it like a good little slut.” And with that he slaps my pussy, making my whole body tense up and jolt.
I scream, eyes rolling in the back of my head at the undiluted stream of pleasure coursing through my veins.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I grit, shoving my hands into his hair, uncaring if my sharp nails scratch his scalp. Cass’s filthy words only spur me on, sinking into my skin and my soul, until I’m nothing but consenting putty in his capable hands.
Hands that have killed a man and are stained in blood and yet hold me so carefully and bring me to the brink of ecstasy and back again, not allowing me to fall by myself.
Shit.
My walls spasm around the three fingers inside of me, curling and scissoring.
“I’m gonna fucking come. Shit, I’m gonna fucking come…”
“Go on, then, little slutty princess coming her brains out. Wish you could see yourself the way I can see you. Humping my hand and my mouth, practically begging me to fuck you into oblivion,” Cass chuckles.
“You were made for me, sweet girl. Your body, your holes, your fucking heart and soul. Made. For. Us.”
My mind blares static as I orgasm again, kicking and squirming, screaming to the ceiling.
When I come to for the second time, it’s to Cass mouthing his way up my still twitching body, pressing a final kiss to my mouth before he slumps on the floor beside me.
We lie there in silence for a heartbeat or two, nothing but the noise of our breathing filling the space, until, from above, my neighbor bangs three times on the floor.