32. Cassie #2
He forgot to put a condom on, but right now, I don’t care.
I can feel the pull of his skin stretching me around him as he moves.
I try not to tense at the discomfort, but he seems to notice me struggling.
Pausing with his cock all the way inside me, he gives my body time to adjust as it tries to squeeze him back out.
“Fuck,” he breathes, moving ever so slightly.
I’m so full of him. His hand slides up, and he palms my tit, pinching the nipple between his fingers and tugging harder.
I gasp, another shuddering thrill going straight to my pussy.
Tor smiles, then does it again to the other one.
“Oh god,” I breathe, my body writhing. “You can move. Please move. I need you to move inside me.”
It’s the only green light he needs.
He continues to tease and tenderly torment my nipples as he finally moves inside me, and the tension this combination of touches creates is so intense, I can hardly breathe, and my thighs shake. Tor releases my wrists, reaching his hand down between us and rubbing my clit.
It’s too much too fast.
I cry out sharply, wrapping my arms around him, squeezing my eyes closed, but it’s no use fighting.
I can’t hold on. My hips pull back as a tremor of pleasure breaks loose inside me, shuddering through my body and weakening every muscle.
I cry out, I pant, I sigh, my body going limp in the aftermath, but Tor is just getting started.
He grabs both my hips, lifting me. I don’t do a thing to help him, but he doesn’t need me to.
He holds my hips still and slides his cock back until it’s nearly pushed out of me, then he shoves back in with one hard thrust. My pussy doesn’t fight him so hard since I just came, but I can still feel the squeeze, and I can tell he can too by the way he groans.
My body is relaxed now, but it’s not long before that tension builds all over again—and builds differently.
His cock moves in and out of me relentlessly.
It drives me wild—the friction, the touches, the sound of him pounding into my wet pussy, the sight of his muscles going taut from how much he enjoys using my body…
I’m writhing again, my head thrown back, helpless noises emanating from my throat as his hand grazes it, the tension winding tight like my hair wraps around his fist.
Tor pulls his cock out of me before I can get there again, and the disappointment is so sharp, I swear I could die.
But then he grabs my hips, lifting and turning me until I’m on my hands and knees. He presses on my upper back so I lower myself until my breasts touch the mattress.
I’ve been in this position before, so I know to keep my ass up.
He runs his hand over it approvingly, squeezing my flesh to remind me who it belongs to, then uses his fingers to spread my pussy open.
At the sound of foil tearing, I feel a pinch of relief that he did remember the condom. He just waited to put it on.
As he sinks back into me, I sigh with pleasure, my eyes drifting closed.
There’s no pull this time. No discomfort.
He fucks me differently from this angle—with short, forceful strokes, his hips slam against my ass with every thrust. My tits jiggle, and as he picks up the pace, I grope at the bedding, trying to find something to hold on to.
He smacks my ass, and I gasp in surprise.
Then he drives in hard, and my thighs quiver, a long moan slipping out of me.
Tor grabs a fistful of my hair, and the sureness of his grip sends tingles down my spine. He uses it to lift my head, drawing me up as he plants his cock deep inside me. “Tell me what you told me earlier,” he demands.
“What?” I gasp, breathless.
“You love me. Tell me you love me.”
My heart contracts, but I don’t hesitate. “I love you, Tor.”
“Say it again,” he says, his grip tightening. “Keep fucking saying it.”
“I love you,” I say, the breath rushing out of me.
He shoves my face against the mattress, his cock slamming so deep in my pussy, I feel vibrations from the impact.
“I love you,” I say, but my words are muffled, my breath hitched.
“I love you, Tor.” My voice breaks, the building tension making my tone too high.
But still, I try. “I love you.” It bursts out of me, desperate, needy, breathless, as I balance on the precipice of pleasure. “I fucking love you so much.”
He shoves into me so hard, I move across the bed, then he does it again and again. I grab the edge of the mattress so I don’t fall off, but the violence of his need doesn’t scare me at this moment like maybe it should.
When I can’t hold on any longer, I fly over the edge, and pleasure pours through me, weakening my body again, but making my heart and soul feel free. There’s no better feeling than this, and as he fucks me through it, I feel the loveliest, softest things.
Finally, he drives deep with a strained groan, and I clench my pussy around him, trying to give him a little more of the pleasure he gives me.
I feel like I’m in pieces, but I don’t mind.
He pumps into me one more time, then lets out a long breath and his grip on me eases.
His touch is tender again, and he pulls his cock out of me, dropping down next to me on the bed.
I turn, smiling softly, and reaching for him like I always do. I caress his face lovingly, then my hand finds his, and our fingers lock together.
He holds me close like he always does. Like it’s impossible to pull me close enough.
Nuzzled against his chest, I hear his heart pounding, and it’s not the first time I’ve heard it doing that after he’s fucked me.
But it’s the first time I knew without a doubt that it belonged to me.
I love you, Cassie.
My eyes drift closed, a smile helplessly tugging at my lips, and for just this moment, everything in my life feels just right.