20. Chapter Twenty—Cassiel #3
I laugh darkly, gripping myself at the base. “Don’t worry, Princess. We’ll make it fit.”
Tapping my tip against her swollen hood, I slide back and forth, back and forth, teasing the both of us, until I notch myself at her entrance and push in.
A sweet gasp spills from Lottie’s lips and I grunt, tilting my hips forward, watching her body take me inside.
She feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock—swollen, hot and wet, milking me—I squeeze my eyes shut tight to center myself for a heartbeat, only realizing I must have said the words out loud when Lottie giggles and then whimpers.
Her legs band around my waist, taking me the rest of the way until I bottom out inside her sweet little cunt. “Oh, God.”
The feel of her is otherworldly; I don’t know how Rome manages to leave her night after night. I could gladly stay here for the rest of my life—buried balls deep inside a Mafia Princess with the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt—food and water be damned.
Swallowing thickly, I peel my heavy lids open, staring down at the filthy sight of Lottie’s pussy stretching around my thick length.
Reaching out, I glide a thumb down her slit, giving a small teasing pass to her sweet asshole.
Lottie squeals, gooseflesh raising across her thighs, and I feel her walls flutter.
“Ever been filled back here, Princess?”
She shakes her no, her lips parting to say something, but it vanishes when I pull out, cock shining and slick with her cum, only to push back inside.
Grabbing a hold of her knees, I glide forward, pressing her legs into the pillow beside her head, practically folding her in half like a little doll.
“Maybe one day,” I whisper against the shell of her ear, inhaling the delicious scent of the lotion on her neck and chest. “I’ll fill that other tight little hole of yours…”
I don’t mention my fantasy of Rome plugging her pussy while I fuck her asshole, even if it makes my cock twitch inside of her.
I fear speaking his name would have Lottie twisting away out from under me and kicking me out and I can’t blame her.
Not after what he did to her, to the both of us, tonight…
Shoving the thought of him from my mind, I fuck up into my girl, stealing the whimpers and moans that escape from her parted lips.
The bed creaks with my thrusts, but I don’t stop, I can’t. She feels too fucking good squeezing the soul out of my dick, her knees up by her ears allowing me to move deeper until the head of my length kisses her cervix.
One hand gripping my ass, nails breaking the skin, I peer down to watch Lottie’s other hand play with herself.
A sharp bolt of ecstasy ripples through my spine, taking the breath from my lungs.
“Holy fuck, Princess,” I grunt, moving faster, balls slapping against the back of her exposed thighs. “Make yourself cum. Wanna feel you soak my cock like my good little slut. Can you do that for me?”
Lottie’s lips part as she moans, making me think about shoving my cock into her face and ordering her to swallow me down while she creams on her own hand.
God, the things I want to do to this woman…
The list is never fucking ending.
“I’m so fucking close. Cass, I’m—”
I take pity on her sweet little whimpers, balancing myself on my dominant hand and pressing my other palm against the pocket bulge below her belly button that my cock creates every time I fuck up into her.
“There you go, Princess. Feels good?”
“So fucking good,” Lottie agrees, drawing a grin to my lips. “I’m-I’m—”
My princess comes with a gush and a scream of my name, rippling around my cock with her vice like grip over and over again.
Wet sounds of her thoroughly-fucked pussy fill the bedroom, as I lose any semblance of control I had, fucking up into her faster and faster until my thrusts become stuttered and sloppy and I empty myself inside Lottie with a grunt.
“Ah, shit, Lottie girl.”
Mindless, I pump once, twice, three times, filling her full to the point I start to feel my own cum trailing down my soft length as her cunt overflows.
Unable to feel my legs, I pull out as slowly as I can, falling to the side, grabbing a hold of Lottie’s sweaty body so I can bury my face in her neck.
“I think you just sucked the soul from my body,” I mumble, kissing her collarbone.
Lottie laughs softly, fingertips carding through my still-damp hair, pushing it from my sweaty forehead. “If it’s any consolation, I can feel my heartbeat in my fucking pussy.”
“Fuck yeah, you can.”
We’re silent for a minute or two, our breathing returning to normal, the thin layers of sweat coating our naked bodies drying down.
When I finally feel as if I can stand without wobbling all over the place and my blood flow has begun to circulate normally again, I go to move, thinking of grabbing some water and a warm cloth to clean Lottie up…
“No, don’t go.” She stops me, holding me tight to her body, almost painfully so. “Please, Cass. I need you to stay… here… with me.”
I relax in her hold, propping myself up on my forearm so I can stare down at her pretty face. “Okay, Princess. Whatever you need; I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”