20. Chapter Twenty—Cassiel #2
Banding my arm behind Lottie’s back, I lay her gently back down, sucking kisses into the soft line of her jaw while my other hand wanders down the length of her curves.
My fingertips itch to play with her tits, but Lottie’s own hands get there before mine—kneading her tits like dough, thumbs and pointer fingers plucking at the puffy pink nipples.
Grinding against the soft swell of her hip, I feel a drop of pre-cum leak out of me, smearing into Lottie’s delicious smelling skin, marking her.
I shove her legs apart with my thumb and pinkie, stroking through her sodden wet folds, a fresh gush of slick coating the backs of my knuckles.
“You’re so swollen for me, Princess?”
Lottie nods, peering up at me with her bottom lip between her teeth. “Uh huh.”
“This cute little pink pussy is practically sobbing for me, isn’t she?”
“Cass—”
“Slicking all over the sheets, begging for me to touch her, to stretch her out and leave my cum dripping out of her. She needs it. Can’t you feel it, Lottie?”
A small arm wraps around my neck, holding me tight, while her hips buck upwards, trying to get me where she needs me most. “Stop fucking teasing.”
I laugh at Lottie’s sweet little whine. “If you think this is teasing, sweetheart, then you’ve got another thing coming. I’ll let you have it tonight, but one day I’m going to enjoy tying you up, edging you for hours, days on end. Seeing how far I can push your tight little body until you break.”
The way her pussy clenches around my mere fingertips, tells me everything I know about Carlotta Bellucci.
She’s a filthy little thing and I’m going to enjoy depraving the shit out of her until we both get our rocks off.
Mind whirring with the endless possibilities of playing with my Princess, I nudge her hand away with my nose, wrapping my warm lips around her abused nipple at the same time as I slip my thick middle digit inside of her.
She’s so fucking tight—plump and wet around my finger—but I pump inside of her, suckling to get her body to relax enough to let my ring finger slide alongside.
“You’re so fucking tight, Princess,” I mumble against the heavy curve of her tit. “Gonna have to stretch you out good to fit me inside of you.”
“I can take it,” Lottie whimpers, thrashing in my hold when I press the calloused pad of my thumb to her pink clit. “Please, Cass.”
“I’m not so sure, baby. I’m thicker than Rome by a good couple of inches; we’re gonna have to get you good and ready for me. I don’t want to break you in half… at least not on my first go.”
Something that resembles a growl escapes Lottie’s throat as she grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling me from her breast to fuse our lips together.
I kiss her back forcefully, tongues crashing together, my fingers still moving inside her cunt, pressing upwards in search of the rough spongy pad somewhere along her front wall.
I know I’ve found it when Lottie rips her lips from mine, a string of saliva still connecting us and tips her head back into the pillow beneath her on a loud moan. Her thighs quiver on either side on my corded forearm, a wet squelching sound filling Lottie’s powder pink bedroom.
“Wet little slut,” I murmur softly, nibbling at her neck, watching the pulse point beneath her ear flutter and throb.
Around my middle and ring finger, Lottie’s pussy walls clench and release. I feel her toes curl somewhere around my low back, her tits pressing into my face when she arches her back in pleasure.
“You like that, Princess? You like being my wet little slut?”
Lottie’s resounding moan is my answer.
I pump my fingers faster against her G-spot, keeping a steady set of circles dancing around her clit—she’s not going to get off if I start changing tempo and speed. This isn’t a fucking DJ set.
Squeezing at her breast, I watch Lottie’s face, gauging her reaction.
She tries her best to grab me again for another kiss, but a moan rips from her throat instead, leaving her panting and whimpering against the top of my head.
“I know, Princess,” I coo. “Feels so fucking good, doesn’t it? You gonna cum for me?”
“Shit, Cass.” I feel her walls begin to flutter, hips chasing her impending release. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna—ngh—I’m coming, oh fuck, I’m coming.”
Working Lottie through her orgasm, I rut once or twice against her waist and the soft mattress, gaining any semblance of relief I can get.
If her hot little pussy feels as anywhere near as good as it feels wrapped snugly around my fingers, then I’m going to be in trouble. How am I supposed to stop myself from filling her up in one pump when she feels the way she does?
Melting in my arms as she twitches with pleasurable aftershocks, Lottie kisses my collarbone before she blinks open her eyes, tears spiked with unshed tears.
“You good, Princess?”
“Mhm.” She smiles. “I’ll be even better when I’ve got you inside of me.”
I hum, slipping my wet fingers, shiny with Lottie’s arousal, from her body. “Greedy little slut. I just gave you an orgasm.”
“Yeah?” Lottie’s arms reach above her head as she stretches. “So what’s one more between friends?”
“We’re far from fucking friends, Princess,” I snarl, pouncing on her. “And you know it.” I steal a kiss and snag her bottom lip with my teeth, pulling at the flesh and biting until Lottie gasps.
“Say it.”
“Huh?”
“Say. It,” I demand.
“We’re not friends,” Lottie mutters, pupils dilating.
“Because?”
“Because,” her pink tongue darts out to wet her lips. “Because friends don’t fuck.”
“That’s right, good girl. I knew you’d work it out sooner or later, Princess.”
Sitting back on my haunches, I squeeze the base of my cock, jacking myself slowly as I peer down at Lottie spread out below her—her lips swollen from our kisses, her red hair fanning across her pillow like a blood red halo, her body, plush in all the right places, marked red with my touch.
“Condom?”
Lottie shakes her head. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean.”
A bolt of ecstasy zaps up my spine, making my balls tighten, at the thought of taking my princess raw.
I swipe the generous amount of pre-cum dripping from my mushroom shaped tip, massaging it into the large vein pulsing on the underside of my hard cock, flushed red with fresh blood flow. “You sure, Princess?”
“Dead. I wanna feel you cum inside me, Cass. You promised.”
“That I fucking did, Princess. Spread your legs for me… and now your pussy. I wanna see her. I wanna see her beg for me.”
Delicate fingertips, painted pink with white tips, dip to touch herself, gently pulling apart her wet folds. I watch Lottie’s clit jump under her hood, swollen and mouth-wateringly pink with arousal, while her walls contract and then release under my watchful gaze.
Without another word, I lean over her cunt and spit.
Lottie’s hips jump, both of our eyes centered on her pussy when I jack myself again, smearing the pearlescent bead sitting on top of my slit against her clit and folds.
“Are you sure—fuck…”
“Are you sure what, Princess?”
“Are you sure it’s gonna… fit?” She licks her lips, eyes dipping down to my hard cock standing to attention against the abs and then back to my face.