Cassidy
He stands abruptly, and I mentally prep myself. He’s going to push me away and leave, lash out and hurt me for taking the pleasure he previously taunted me with.
All his kindness, this transformation, is a hoax. I know the signs too well.
I’ve lived them for what feels like a lifetime.
He shocks the hell out of me as he stares at me with something akin to affection.
His mouth is wet. Blood and arousal drip from his chin, and he doesn’t make a move to remove it like I expect him to.
He doesn’t wipe away the remnants of my cum.
Instead, he rolls his lip into his mouth, savoring the taste.
Oh, sweet Jesus, why the hell does he have to be so hot?
This is going to hurt so much more when he leaves.
“You like me licking away your mess, Cass?” he muses, and I remain dumbfounded.
Then he takes my hand in his and wraps it around his thick, hard length.
My eyes widen at the size of him; I knew he was big by the bite of pain caused by him stretching me and the way I choke on his length, but to feel it in my hand is entirely different.
Unable to wrap my hand fully around his girth, insecurity zips up my spine at not being able to please him fully.
As if sensing my thoughts, he grasps the nape of my neck to draw me closer.
He nuzzles into me, and a flurry of goosebumps spreads over my body.
Then he sinks his teeth into my skin and sucks, and I’m unable to help the moan vibrating in my throat.
When he pulls back to stare at me, his eyes are heavy, drunk on the same lust I feel whenever I’m near him.
Slowly, his gaze travels down to watch my hand work him. “Feels so good, Cass,” he praises. “Your little hand wrapped around my cock.”
A flurry of excitement flows through me, and I stroke his velvety length faster and faster.
“Look at you, my dirty little demon. Look at you pleasing me. Pumping my thick cock in your little hand.” We stare at the action, and out of nowhere, confidence surges through me, and I take hold of his balls with my free hand.
He hisses between his teeth as I roll them in the palm of my hand.
His pierced tip jerks, shining with his pre-cum, and I itch to play with it in my mouth.
“Your panties around your legs, your cunt slick with blood for me to taste.” His words send a rush of desire through my body, something I’ve been missing and now crave like a drug.
He’s my addiction and my dealer.
I push his cut, and he allows it to slip from his broad shoulders onto the bed behind him. Then I tug at his T-shirt, and he quickly removes it and drops it to the floor.
Heat radiates from his toned, tattooed body, and I itch to lick his torso, tracing over the tattoos and exploring his ridges.
“That’s a good girl,” he growls, and I thrive under his praise.
I lean forward, kissing his firm ridges, and a groan vibrates in his chest. When I glance up, his head is tipped toward the ceiling.
Caressing his pec with my tongue, I make my way to the center of his chest, where I find unmarked skin to use as a canvas for my brand, then sink my teeth into his flesh.
He jolts, his muscles tense, and a ribbon of pre-cum spurts from the tip of his cock.
“Jesus, Cass.”
I lick over the bite, and he stares down at me with parted lips.
“Please …”
His pupils flare, and one hand moves so quickly, I’m unsure what’s happening until his thick fingers enter me and hook into a come-hither position, and his thumb circles my clit.
“Make me come, Cass. Make me cover us in my cum.” His heavy breaths are labored, and I know he’s close by the way his jaw sharpens and his lips part.
Pure bliss thrashes through me, and for the second time today, I float, especially once his thick hot cum splashes between us. His tattooed hand wraps around mine, and he aims for my panties, coating them in his essence.
“Fuck yeah.” He shifts his hips forward, milking his orgasm, and I use my free hand to spread his cum over his washboard abs, loving the way he hisses through his teeth. “Good, so good,” he growls, his tone laced with need. “Such a good girl, Cass.”
When he withdraws his fingers, I silently beg him for more, and he doesn’t disappoint. He pushes his fingers into my mouth and holds my tongue down. “You’re gonna suck them when I say, and not before. Do you understand me?”
I nod under his control, with my mouth stretched open and my tongue flat.
When his other hand leaves the back of my neck, he swipes his cum from his abs, then thrusts up inside me so hard I have no choice but to stand on my tiptoes. “Suck,” he demands, and I do. My taste floods me, dragging my mind away from the bite of pain that comes with each thrust of his fingers.
“I like the thought of you full, Cass,” he murmurs, and I’m uncertain of the meaning behind his words.
Does he simply mean full of his cum, or more?
“I like the thought of you full of my baby. I shouldn’t, but I do. I wanna fuck my little demon with my baby rooted deep inside you.”
My pussy clenches.
Does he really mean this, or is it a kink of his?
I don’t have a chance to question him further because a knock on the door causes us to freeze.
“Mama, can we go to the park?”