Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
S he crashes into me, her supple lips moving with mine; soft and needy.
The kiss deepens, her arms locking around my neck, tongue sweeping into my mouth like a storm.
We devour each other with a feverish hunger, a tangle of mouths and breath.
Cassie is a quest I never want to finish.
I want to explore every inch of her body until I know it by heart.
Taste her again and again, knowing I’ll never have my fill.
I’ve never been so consumed by someone. Never ached to see someone smile the way I ache for hers. As long as I’m breathing, I want that smile gracing Cassie’s lips, forever and a day.
The door swings open and we stumble inside, lips still locked, hands frantic. Her fingers tangle in my hair; mine fumble with the buttons of her coat. Her moans guide me, begging me to expose her, and fuck , I’m desperate to. I tear off her coat and toss mine aside without a second thought.
In one smooth lift, her legs wrap around my waist and I carry her through the apartment, not caring where we land.
She breathes against my lips, “End of the hallway,” and that’s all the direction I need.
I find her room and kick the door open. She drops onto the bed with a soft bounce, her hair fanning around her like a halo. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she really did fall from heaven.
That’s how far gone I am.
She beams at me, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes burning.
With a swift kick, I shut the door. I’m on her in a heartbeat, crawling over her like a man possessed. My hands roam her body, memorizing every dip and curve. I tug up her sweater.
“Off,” I command.
I strip off my jacket, tearing at my tie and fumbling out of my shirt. When I look up, my heart stutters. She’s a vision in black lace. Lacy cups cling to the perfect tits I ache to taste, sheer fabric hugs the ass I want to spank, and between her thighs… the prize I’m starving for.
Cassie steps toward me, lust in every breath. Her eyes lock on mine with a hunger so intense it flips something primal inside me. I’m always the predator. But with her? I feel hunted—and fuck , I love it.
“Hey,” she whispers, brushing a kiss against my lips.
“Hey.”
Her hands trail down my chest, peeling my shirt open like I’m her favorite gift.
Then, without warning, she sinks to her knees like it’s her throne, like she owns this moment—and maybe she does.
With deft fingers and a smirk playing on her lips, she undoes my belt, tugging my pants down in one fluid motion.
My cock springs free, already rock-hard, veins pulsing, aching for her.
The air hits it and I suck in a breath. She doesn’t flinch.
Her confidence is fucking lethal. Her eyes flash wickedly, dark with hunger and intent. No teasing words. No coy smile. Just pure, unfiltered desire.
She leans in, close enough that her breath skims the tip of my cock, and I twitch involuntarily. She sees it, feels the power she holds, and fuck , it turns her on. I can see it in the way her pupils dilate, in the quiet gasp she doesn’t even realize she lets out.
Her fingers trail up my thighs, the lightest graze, a whisper of a touch, but it sends electricity zipping through my body. My muscles tense, anticipating. Needing. Every nerve ending is laser-focused on her and the path of her hands.
Pre-cum beads at the head, glistening. She licks her lips, slow and deliberate, then drags one perfectly manicured finger through it, eyes locked on mine before sucking it into her mouth.
She’s silent, but her every move screams control, hunger, promise.
I’ve never been so ready. So undone. So fucking hers.
“You want me to fuck your mouth, baby?” I growl, voice ragged.
She nods silently, her forest-green eyes locked on mine under thick lashes.
“Come here, beautiful,” I murmur, threading my fingers into her golden hair and guiding her to the tip of my cock.
Her mouth envelops me. Hot. Wet. Fucking perfect.
A moan rips from my throat.
Her tongue licks up the shaft before her lips slide down, cheeks hollowing as she sucks me deep. One hand joins her mouth, stroking in rhythm, firm and eager. Her hum of pleasure vibrates through my cock.
“Fuck,” I groan again, eyes rolling back as I look down to watch her work me. She cups my balls and I swear I see stars. My release builds fast, a wildfire in my spine. She doesn’t stop. She sucks harder, strokes faster, her moans pushing me over the edge.
“F–fuck!” I cry out, hips jerking as I come in her mouth. “Cassie…”
She swallows it all, milking me dry before pulling her mouth off with a soft pop, lips glistening. She crawls back onto the bed, breathless and flushed.
“What the hell was that, Cassie?” I rasp, stalking towards her. My voice is sharp with shock, and she flinches. “I knew you had a dirty mouth but… fuck.” I step closer, laughing low in my chest .
She hides behind a blush, cheeks burning, looking adorably shy, and completely wrecked.
I grab her hands and pull her into my lap, spinning us around until I’m seated and she’s straddling me. “Sit on my face.”
A soft squeak escapes her lips. Nailed it.
“Axel, I?—”
I don’t let her finish. I lift her thigh, slinging it over my shoulder, and press my mouth to the soaked lace between her legs. Her hands clutch my hair as I graze her clit with my teeth, and she rocks against me, desperate.
“That’s it, baby. Give yourself to me.”
My voice is a low growl, raw with hunger.
She barely has time to brace before I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties and tear them clean in one motion—fabric ripping like paper under my grip.
She gasps, startled, eyes wide as the cool air kisses her soaked pussy.
But I don’t give her a second to overthink.
I guide her down over my mouth, her thighs trembling as she straddles my face.
Her knees press into the mattress on either side of my head, and then— fuck —her hips start to roll.
Slow at first, testing, but within moments she’s grinding against my tongue, slick and desperate, chasing friction like she was born for it.
I lick her like a man starved, like her taste is the only thing that’s ever mattered. And maybe right now, it is. She’s sweet and wild and so fucking wet I can feel her drip onto my chin.
“Oh God!” she cries out, her voice cracking with pleasure as she starts riding my mouth harder.
Her breaths come fast, uneven, laced with disbelief that something can feel this good.
I grip her ass, fingers digging into her flesh, controlling the rhythm, pulling her down harder onto my tongue with every roll of her hips.
She whimpers, thighs trembling, every muscle taut and straining as she loses herself to the sensation. I flatten my tongue and drag it up her slit, then flick it over her clit in fast, relentless strokes. She jolts, hips jerking, head thrown back, hair a wild mess of blonde.
“I’m going to come,” she gasps, voice high and shaking, her body trembling like a live wire above me.
I don’t let up. I double down. My tongue moves faster, more precise. I suck on her clit, drawing her deeper into the spiral. And when I slip two fingers inside her tight, hot cunt, she cries out again, her walls fluttering around me, her body seizing.
“Axel, it’s too much!” she sobs, overwhelmed.
But I don’t stop. I want her destroyed. I want to feel her unravel, lose every piece of herself on my tongue.
She pants, whines, bucks against me, until she shatters.
Her entire body goes rigid, then convulses, her thighs clamping around my head as the orgasm rips through her.
She screams my name, wild and raw, hips jerking helplessly as wave after wave crashes over her.
I keep licking through it, dragging out every second, every twitch, every last drop.
Only when her grip loosens in my hair, do I flip her onto her back in one fluid move.
My lips are still wet with her arousal, my cock aching, and fuck if I don’t feel like a king with her trembling beneath me.
My fingers keep pumping, and she’s gasping, eyes shut, thighs twitching.
I nip at her inner thighs, painting her in bruises, in me.
“You got another one for me, baby?” I coax, my voice low.
She whimpers, completely gone—head thrown back, hair clinging to her damp skin, lips parted around a breathless moan. Her entire body trembles above me, the last waves of her orgasm still rippling through her like aftershocks.
My pace slows, deliberately. I slide my fingers in and out of her with a slow, fluid rhythm, coated in her slick. Her juices coat my hand, warm and thick, every glide drawing another shiver from her overstimulated body.
“Fuck,” I murmur into her inner thigh, breath hot against her sensitive skin. She twitches when my fingers curl just right, hips jerking involuntarily. She’s so sensitive now, every little movement setting off a fresh gasp or whimper.
Then she bucks again. Her entire body tenses, thighs squeezing around my hand, and I feel her clench down hard around my fingers.
Another orgasm hits her fast, tearing through her like a lightning strike, raw, uncontrollable.
She cries out, half-sob, half-moan, as her hips grind down, chasing that unbearable high.
I don’t stop. I devour her.
Tongue lapping up every drop she gives me, my mouth greedy as I suck and tease. Her taste is addictive—sweet, sharp, uniquely hers—and I swear I could live off it. I press a soft kiss to her pulsing clit, reverent and gentle, like I’m worshipping her. In fact, I am.
“Good girl,” I whisper against her skin, my voice rough with pride and hunger. I look up at her boneless body, her chest rising and falling with every shallow breath she takes. “That’s my girl.”
She finally slumps into the mattress, hands gripping the headboard like it’s the only thing keeping her here. And me?
I’m fucking obsessed.
With the way she tastes. The way she falls apart. The way she trusts me to take her past the edge and catch her every single time.
She’s ruined now. Wrecked. Shining with sweat and satisfaction. And she’s mine.
I kiss her again—slow, tender, lingering—and ease my fingers from her trembling heat, watching the way she flinches and whines, still too sensitive, still so fucking perfect.
I want more. I need more.
But right now, I let her breathe. I let her feel safe. And I hold her in that space where she’s raw and real and entirely mine.
“Shit,” she breathes out. “That was…” She covers her face with her hand, speechless.
I slide up beside her, fingers lazily tracing her skin. She shivers and smiles, glowing. “I told you I’d make good on my promise.”
“You did,” she laughs, arms wrapping around me. She nuzzles in and it’s a feeling I never want to let go of. I never cared for cuddling. But with her? I need it. I need her.
This could all end in a heartbeat. I know that. But for now, I want this. I want her.
“What are you thinking?” she asks, lifting her head.
“Just waiting for you to recover.”
“Recover?”
I tuck her hair behind her ear and grin. “Ready to go again?”
“You’re insatiable,” she giggles, swatting my chest.
“Only for you.”
Cassie straddles me, eyes locked on mine, lips parted as she lowers herself down—inch by inch—slick, tight, and scorching hot.
My cock throbs at the feel of her, buried so deep inside her it feels like we share the same heartbeat.
Her thighs flex around me, and her fingers dig into my shoulders for balance.
She sets the pace, hips rolling in a slow, sinuous rhythm that makes my breath catch. The way she moves, so deliberate, so damn confident, it’s like watching something holy. She’s in control now. And fuck, it’s beautiful.
Her head falls back, hair cascading down her spine as she grinds deeper, angling just right to make us both lose it. Her skin glistens with sweat, her body moving like a sin, slow and punishing. Perfect. I can’t look away. I don’t even try.
I don’t thrust. I don’t take. I let her ride me. Let her use me. Let her take exactly what she needs. And she does it with a hunger that steals my breath and burns my restraint to ash.
She gives me everything. Every moan, every tremble, every pulse of her around me. The way her eyes flutter closed in surrender, the way her body tightens as she nears the edge again, riding the high of power and pleasure. She lets me see her like this; unfiltered, wild and radiant.
She leans forward, bracing her palms on my chest, her rhythm quickening. I feel her starting to lose it, her hips stuttering, breath hitching. My hands slide up her waist to her ribs, thumbs brushing over the curve of her breasts, not to take control—but to worship .
“You’re incredible,” I growl, voice wrecked with awe. “Fuck, Cassie... you don’t even know what you do to me.”
She opens her eyes at that, half-lidded, fire and vulnerability burning in them. The moment between us stretches tight and electric. Because right now, this isn’t just fucking. It’s a vow. A reckoning. A surrender.
And I’ll never see her the same again.
By morning, I’m aching in all the best ways. We’re tangled in each other, spent and sated. But something’s changed, something deeper than lust. Something real.
As I stare up at the ceiling, I wonder if this is more than just desire. And for the first time in a long time, I think I’m ready to find out.
Cassie stirs beside me, limbs wrapped around mine. My fingers trace her waist, light and slow. She shivers, eyes fluttering open.
“Good morning,” she yawns.
I roll to face her, inhaling her scent, kissing her neck.
She giggles, already sensing where I’m headed.
One more time.