21. Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-One
M arcus
The little witch shattered my control. I thrust into her warm and willing pussy.
She’d done something no other woman had ever managed to do: make me come against my choice and in a short period of time, too.
Even now, I was completely buried in her silky, warm cunt, and I couldn’t stop from thrusting harder and faster.
When she wrapped her legs around my waist, I leaned forward and captured her lips.
My tongue mimicked my cock, thrusting into her mouth, tasting every part of her.
Her pussy clenched around me. Cassie didn’t have a clue what she’d done.
Maybe that wasn’t a bad thing. I was having trouble keeping my dominant side controlled because of her actions.
I wasn’t one to let someone else take the reins, but damn if she wasn’t sexy doing it.
The dominant side wanted my due, and I wasn’t going to stop until I got it. Her first climax made me lick my lips; her second caused me to grin. It wasn’t until her pussy constricted for a third time that my body agreed it was time.
I reached between our bodies, found her clit, and pressed it as I thrust into her. She screamed out my name, throwing her head back. I roared as my release flowed out of me. I pulsed again and again inside her pussy.
It could have been a minute or an hour before we both stopped shaking from the force of our respective climaxes.
I lifted my head. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, and her breathing shallow. My chest rose and fell in rapid response. “Are you okay?” My voice was hoarse.
“Peachy.” Her pale blue eyes met my gaze. Her lips were puffy from my hard kisses, but a tiny smile played around her lips.
“Did I hurt you?” I hadn’t been gentle. I went to pull out of her only to realize her legs were still wrapped around my waist.
“Nope. You didn’t hurt me, and I think I finally uncovered the volcano.”
She flexed her hips, and damn if my dick didn’t respond.
Control. We both needed time to recover, but from the way my cock was twitching, it didn’t want or need anything except her.
While I was trying to figure out a way to disengage myself, her stomach rumbled.
I chuckled and placed a soft kiss on her belly. “Baby, you need to release me so I can finish fixing us dinner. I think someone is hungry.”
“You feel too good.” Her hips flexed again, and her legs tightened.
“Food first, then we can have some more fun.”
She pouted at me, but her legs slipped from my waist. I caught them with my arms and lowered them with care as I stepped back. I reached for her hands and helped her sit up. I’d never look at that island again without thinking of her spread out on it, ready for my pleasure.
“Baby,” I said when her fingers slipped from mine to my half-erect dick. I reached down and removed her hand. “Keep your hands to yourself.” No matter how good it felt, I had to get her to stop touching me or we’d never eat.
“Spoilsport.” She slid off the counter to her feet, and I gripped her around the waist when she wobbled. I pulled her robe off the island and rested it on her shoulders. She shrugged into it. I tied it shut. Not because I wanted to, but it was better if her lush curves were covered for now.
Her stomach growled again. “I guess you better feed us or we’ll never get to the fun.”
“Food coming right up.” I forced myself to push away from her. I washed my hands and went back to the cutting board to finish up our meal.
“Do you have disinfectant wipes?”
I glanced over my shoulder at her. “In the left cabinet under the island.”
She squatted, pulled the wipes out, then proceeded to sanitize the island. I turned back to focus on what I was chopping before I sliced my finger open. I finished with the vegetables and heard the cabinet bang shut.
“Can I help you with anything?”
“No.” I stayed facing the counter because my damn cock wouldn’t go down. “Actually, you can set the table. In the dining room, you’ll find the cabinet with everything in it. The drawers have utensils, place mats, and all that stuff.”
“Off I go.”
I let out a breath as she bounced out of the kitchen. Maybe now I could convince my dick to settle down and finish dinner. Maybe being nude wasn’t such a good idea.