CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CASSY
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My mouth wraps around Josh’s cock only moments before I got sight of it.
Holy mother of Christ.
He’s hung like a...well, maybe a Navy SEAL. Huge. Thick. Swollen. And it’s inside my mouth.
I glance up into his eyes and he looks wild and gorgeous.
“Fuck, look at you.” Josh holds my hair in a tight grip as he slowly withdraws, then slips back in again.
He’s fucking my mouth.
God it’s so filthy and hot. I think I’m going to come again, just watching him.
“Touch yourself,” he commands, and my hand automatically reaches between my legs.
I’m soaked from my explosive orgasm and the arousal of giving Josh a blow job.
I slide two fingers inside myself, and with my other hand, I tighten around his shaft. If it’s weird to say he tastes nice, then I’m weird. But he does. I pull my head back as far as I can and lick the fat end of him.
“You like my cock, sweetheart?” he asks, his eyes dark with lust.
I bob my head in answer, still licking and sucking him. Then I take him deep into my mouth again, working him up and down while I watch this powerful man start to lose control.
I bet very few people ever witness this. Well, that’s an assumption. He probably has girls suck his cock every day.
I let out a growl and his brows lift.
“Open your throat.” Josh orders, and my eyes fly open. “Haven’t done this before?”
I shake my head. While it's full of cock.
Josh adjusts my position and pushes in farther. It takes me by surprise, especially when his hand goes around my throat.
“Breath through your nose,” he says, jutting his hips as his cock enters my throat.
Oh god.
I’m terrified I will suffocate, and yet my fingers are speeding up with excitement and suddenly Josh is coming and I’m coming and...holy fuck.
He pulls out and I gasp as his come releases into my mouth. Then he grabs me, tugging me to the edge of the bed and slams inside me, releasing the rest of his orgasm there.
Oh, my god.
I just fucked Josh Hawke.
His hand sweeps over my hair as his mouth drops to mine. We’re kissing with my come on his tongue and his on mine. It’s so fucking hot I don’t know if I’ll survive this.
“Give me two minutes, then I’m fucking you properly,” Josh growls.
“That wasn’t properly?” I rasp out the question.
“No sweetheart. I want you to feel the fullness of me inside you. I want to write my name on the inside of this pussy, so you’ll never forget me.”
Oh.
Well, I could have told him that there was no need.
There is no way I’m ever going to forget this.
Not ever.
JOSH LIES WITH one arm tucked under his head and the other holding his phone to his ear. I have my head resting on one of his enormous biceps.
It’s not the worse moment of my life.
I run my fingertip over the tattoo on one of his pecs. Unsurprisingly, it’s the SEAL insignia. The anchor, the eagle, the trident, and the flintlock pistol. There are others but I like this one the best.
Like many Americans, I know a little about its importance to those who earned the right to display it. I can’t imagine what he went through to get there and ensure he stayed alive while being an active SEAL.
But he has.
There’s a power brimming beneath the surface of his skin and I wonder how much of it is just about his job.
What we just did was so deliciously amazing I’m not sure both of us can just forget it.
I know I won’t.
After a few moments of kissing and more dirty words in my ear, Josh hardened once more and pounded into me with such force I was holding on for my life.
Multiple orgasms followed.
He lifted me and repositioned me in ways I never thought my body was capable of. But more so, that a man would have the strength to do it with such ease. Like I was a doll.
Not going to lie. It’s extremely sexy.
Would I let any man call me his dirty girl? Not on your life. When Josh did it, it just made me want to ask, how do you want me now?
Just thinking about it has me getting wet all over again.
I squirm, and Josh’s eyes drift down to me.
There’s heat still within his gaze, too.
“Yeah. You have my permission. Get behind the wall and start searching for anything that might look like a convict on the run.”
Wall?
“Pull the whole team in. I want everyone on this,” Josh adds. “Call or send me anything that comes up.”
“Josh,” I whisper.
He needs to leave this up to the US Marshals.
“Roger that.” He says, then hangs up and drops his phone on the mattress on the other side of him. Then he twists his body and wraps himself around me. “Yes, Cassy.”
His broody smile undoes me.
“What wall are you talking about?” I ask.
His hand slides down my back and around my bottom. I let out a groan and squeeze his large round shoulders. “Stop distracting me.”
“Don’t ask questions that mean I will have to kill you if I answer,” he teases.
“Okay, Al Capone.” I roll my eyes, and he silently laughs. “But seriously, please do not do anything illegal. Let the US Marshals find Isaac.”
“No disrespect, sweetheart, but let me do my job,” Josh says.
I bite my lip, worrying.
He lets out a sigh and tugs my wet pussy against his hardening cock. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” he says as my leg is lifted onto his hip and the head of his cock teases my entrance.
Oh god.
How can I want him again so soon? I thought this was a one off, so was a little surprised when he didn’t leap up to leave. I’m not sad. I like him in my bed.
Too much.
“I’m going to fuck you one more time.” Josh presses in an inch. “Christ, you feel fucking amazing.”
“Josh, more,”
“How do you feel so good?” He groans.
“It’s you.”
He growls as his eyes meet mine. “It’s us. Damn it.”
His cock nudges in another inch.
We both moan and this time, Josh takes my neck in his hands and holds me firm as his mouth hovers near mine.
“You are going to come when I tell you,” he demands, and I love it.
Another inch.
I start to tremble, and the gleam in his orbs tells me he loves my body’s reaction. “More.”
“Beg,” he tells me.
“More, please.”
Another inch.
“Josh.”
“Use all your words, dirty girl.”
“More please. All of it,” I beg again.
“When we’ve both come”—Josh presses in another inch and my nails dig into his skin—“we are going to shower, and then after I’ve feasted on your pussy”—he thrusts inside to the hilt, and I cry out—“this. Never. Happened.”
My eyes fly open, but there’s no more thinking. Josh slams in and out of me three times, then lifts and readjusts my legs so they’re over his shoulder.
Thrust after thrust, his thick cock pummels my body in the most delicious ways. Every nerve ending in my body is highly aroused, needing more of him, and I’m not sure how that’s possible.
Then he reaches between us, one hand on the pillow beside my head, and strums my clit.
“Dirty fucking girl. You love your pussy played with,” he growls, and his grin looks so evil it sends shivers through me.
Oh, Jesus.
Slam, slam, slam.
“I’m going to eat all your juices, so I want you to come for me, Cassy. Come on my cock.”
Fuck.
I feel a tight sensation in my core as heat and ecstasy roll through my very being and I begin to explode.
“Yes, oh god, yes. Josh, fuck, I’m coming!” I cry.
“Good girl. Yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!” he cries out, joining me.
How am I supposed to just pretend this never happened? Is he insane? It was earth shattering.
After momentarily collapsing on me, Josh lifts up and his beautiful face stares down at me like I’m one of the seven wonders of the world.
There is no way he can just forget.
I reach up and run my fingers over one of his cheekbones. Josh stills, then takes my hand as he stares deeply into my soul.
He feels this, I’m sure of it.
Then he kisses my palm and places it on my chest.
I blink.
“Shower,” he says, then climbs off the bed.
I feel the shutters come down as he turns his back on me and pads across the floor to my ensuite.
It’s over.
This. Never. Happened.
We got it out of our system and now Josh is simply my private security once more.
And nothing else.
Leaving me to focus back on the man who is making his way across the country, leaving bodies in his path, and thinks he’s going to make me his wife.
Isaac Miller.
My stalker.