3. Cassidy
THREE
Cassidy
W hat a fucking bastard.
Now, I’m neither stupid nor na?ve, so I know full well as I press my aching pussy against his face that all I’ve done is allow him to bait me.
But I’m so fucking sick and tired of short-sighted and closed-minded men making assumptions and trying to dictate how I should act. He wants to shove me down into some princess stereotype, wants to lump me in as some frigid socialite bitch who only shows great emotion for designer labels and expensive trinkets.
Well, he’ll certainly have a more difficult time running his fucking mouth when it’s full of my pussy.
A deeply stubborn part of me wants to give him a good taste and tell him he gets the full meal after he agrees to my terms. But that feral, unhinged part of me wants to fuck him into submission. I want to prove to him I can give as good as I get, that I get just as much of a thrill in taking out all of my frustrations on his dick as he gets from giving me the hate fuck of my life.
After a brief pause, he lifts his head, pushing up into the downward press of my pussy against his mouth. I grind against his open mouth, gasping as his tongue rubs against me through the fabric of my pants. My head falls backward, and a breathless whimper catches in my throat as he eats at me with great enthusiasm. My head rolls forward, my eyes meeting his, the thrum of desire increasing at the dark glint of anger and passion I see on his face.
“That’s right.” I say breathlessly, wanting him to stay pissed off, yearning for him to use his body to quite literally pound me into submission. “You’re even hotter like this. Helpless, unable to say anything stupid with a mouth full of pussy.”
I laugh, a breathless moan laced with humor, but then, I’m tumbling backward as he uses my distraction against me. He grabs my hips with his hands, using his own brute strength to surge upward and topple me backward onto the sofa. He gets up onto his knees between my spread legs, his hands immediately gripping the waistband of my pants and yanking them down my hips. “Let's see how much you can run your fucking mouth when you’re coming all over my face.”
“I bet you’re all fucking talk,” I retort, my body quivering with anticipation as he strips me of my pants and then pushes my knees back, spreading me wide open for him. He stares between my legs, and I have to ignore my urge to attempt to hide myself, knowing I can’t back down now.
He glances up at my face, adjusts his stance and moves one hand so he’s spreading me open with his fingers. His head lowers, his tongue flicking my clit lightly., and I buck my hips up, tangling my hands in his hair and pulling him closer. “Stop teasing me and fucking eat me.”
He presses his open mouth against me, the low growl that falls from his lips sending a vibration up my spine, and I don’t even try to temper the loud moan that echoes through the room.
He pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting mine as he asks, “Are you a virgin?”
“Fuck you.”
He gives me a devilish grin and lowers his head, his lips and tongue attacking my clit right as he shoves two fingers inside me, earning a startled gasp. He twists his fingers, stroking and teasing, wetting them with a mixture of our fluids before shoving in deep. He moves his other hand from where he was spreading my pussy for him, sliding it back along my pubic bone, pulling the skin taut as he pushes on my lower stomach. Using his lips and his tongue, he shakes his head, the press of his fingers inside me driving me wild. I yank on his hair, urging him even closer, demanding he doesn’t stop, that he pushes me over that edge into bliss. “Oh, fuck. Oh, god. Don’t stop. Just like that.”
The push of his fingers inside me becomes more rapid, and I hear how wet my pussy is with each sharp, inward thrust. I fall off the edge with a curse, nothing but incoherent sounds, grunts, and moans, my hands still yanking at his hair as I buck upward, rubbing my throbbing pussy against his face shamelessly.
My body is still twitching when he pulls his fingers from my pussy, lifting his head and moving closer so he’s leaning directly over me as he shoves his wet fingers into my mouth. “You taste that? You taste how fucking hot you are for me?”
I push down my first thought to pull away, instead lifting my head from my awkward position and sucking his fingers in deep. His eyes widen, his glistening lips smiling as he pulls his now-clean fingers from my mouth and then presses his smiling, glistening lips against mine.
Our lips tangle, my hands still in his hair, yanking him closer as he kisses me savagely. His lips are firm on mine, and then his tongue laps at me, seeking entrance, which I allow immediately. While his fingers tasted more of my own release, his lips and tongue hold a hot mix of animalistic need and the dark war to possess or be possessed.
He pulls back slightly, his breath hot against my mouth as he whispers, “You’re dying for my cock, aren’t you? You want me to fuck you so bad.”
I snort, leaning forward and biting his lip roughly until he rears back and glares at me. And then I say, “Don’t start with your flowery shit now.”
He shakes his head, that slight smile on his lips turning menacing. “You know you don’t have to continue to prove to me what a bitch you are.”
I laugh, releasing his hair and pushing him back so I can sit up. He shifts backward, kneeling on the floor with his hands braced on the sofa on either side of me, and my hands move to the tie on his sweatpants. “Yes, I fucking do. Wouldn’t want you to get the wrong impression that I might like anything more about you other than your dick.”
I yank the waistband of his sweatpants down, gripping his erection with both hands, a thrill going through me at his sharp intake of breath. He opens his mouth to speak, and I tighten my grip, earning a low moan that sends a throb of need right to my pussy. I move my feet to the floor, sliding so my ass is hanging off the couch cushions as I attempt to lead him with my hands still gripping his cock. When he doesn’t come as willingly as I thought he would, my eyes move back to his, and his expression is pained as he says, “I don’t think I have any condoms here.”
“Good thing we don’t need them,” I reply hurriedly, my hands once again urging him forward.
He braces his hands more firmly on the edge of the sofa, preventing me from pulling him closer. “Are you sure?”
I groan in frustration, leaning back on one elbow as I lift a foot from the floor and hook it on the back of his thigh. “You’re clean. We’re good.”
First, he starts to close the distance between us, but then he freezes, his eyes narrowing. “That’s a big assumption for someone who constantly insinuates I’m a fucking manwhore.”
“Even if you were before,” I reply breathlessly, rocking my hips in an invitation for him to stick his dick in me. “Your recent tests were good, so let's get on with it.”
He moves both his hands to my hips, holding me steady as he presses the tip of his cock against my wet opening. But then he stops, his furious eyes boring into mine as he asks, “You got a look at my test results?”
I grunt, not bothering to reply, annoyed that I was stupid enough to mention it. But that’s what being horny does to you. It makes you stupid.
He pushes in a couple of inches, leaning his upper body even closer. “Why would you need to know that?”
I sigh loudly, my other foot moving up to hook around the back of his thigh, my hands moving to his lower back as I urge him in deeper. He flexes his hips just enough to give me a small taste, and then he stops. “Answer my fucking question, and I’ll give you what you want.”
I practically shriek in frustration, my hands releasing his back and hitting the sofa's cushions somewhat violently. “Because, obviously, I couldn’t proposition you if you were a disease-ridden lowlife.”
His glare intensifies, and I can tell from the furious expression on his face that he’s considering backing out. But his cock is still hard between my legs, so I rotate my hips, enjoying the slight slide of my pussy where he’s inside me.
He remains quiet, obviously having an internal war with himself, and so after a moment, I say, “This seems kind of irrelevant at this point, but if you’re that bothered by it, we can happily discuss it later. I’ll even apologize and grovel a little if it’ll help.”
He squints at me, his hips flexing as he slides another inch inside. “You’ll grovel, huh?”
“Sure,” I choke out. “Whatever you want.”
“How about you fucking beg. Right here, right now. Beg me to fuck you.”
The ridiculously stubborn part of me wants me to tell him to go fuck himself. But my throbbing pussy begs otherwise, and since I’ve never been this horny in my entire life, I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let a little stubbornness stand between me and what will hopefully be the best dicking of my life.
My hands move back to his sides, sliding under his shirt, my fingernails digging into his skin. “Please.”
His eyes close as my nails dig deeper into his skin. “Please what?”
“Please fuck me. Use that big fucking dick for some good and make me come so hard I’m feeling it for days.”
His hands on my hips tighten, and without further provocation, he pulls me close as he pushes forward, driving himself into my cunt until his balls slap against my ass.
He immediately pulls back, his hands holding me steady as he shoves back in, only to immediately pull out and shove back in again. “I bet you’ve never had your guts rearranged like this. A dick so deep inside you, you can feel it in your fucking throat.”
I mean, he’s right, but I can’t let on, so I choke back a moan and retort, “Of course I have. I’ve been fucked so good so many times, good luck being memorable.”
“Oh, you little bitch,” he grits out. “If that’s how you wanna fucking play it, that’s how we’ll play it.”
Without warning, he leans forward, wrapping an arm beneath me and yanking me bodily off the sofa. I screech in surprise, having briefly forgotten that his size and overall athleticism would put him on a different level than most men.
He moves us to the side, pulling me off of his dick and depositing me face down on the floor. Before I can get my bearings or even attempt to scramble up onto my hands and knees, he’s grabbed the front of my shirt, yanking it until the front comes up over my head, stretching along my shoulders, trapping my arms inside. He quickly maneuvers my hands so that they’re behind my back, and my shirt has become a modified straight jacked. “What the fuck, Ren? What are you doing?”
I crane my head around to look at him, and he’s kneeling there with his sweatpants down around his knees, the expression on his face that of a triumphant warrior. I bristle even as that pang of desire expands inside me. He yanks his shirt over his head, and I’m faced with that broad expanse of muscled chest and defined abs, immediately lessening my annoyance because he might be an asshole, but he’s a pretty fucking asshole.
He shifts from one leg to the other as he removes his sweatpants, and then he’s kneeling there, completely nude, his hard cock still wet from my pussy. He falls forward, blanketing my body with his, his dick nudging between my legs. I push my ass back against him, silently begging him to put it inside me as his low chuckle reverberates against my ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, any memory you’ve ever had of another man will be permanently erased from your psyche. Do you understand?” I nod, unsure of why he’s even asking me questions at this point, but then he adds, “The only word you need to remember right now is red . Do you understand?”
I frown and shake my head. “What?”
He leans down even closer, his nose rubbing against my ear, his lips against my earlobe. “Red, princess. If you want me to stop, you’ve gotta say red. Do you understand?”
Again, I frown, having some idea of what he’s talking about, but at the same time, feeling completely blinded by my own lust. He eases his weight off of me, and I look back as he hooks an arm beneath my hips and yanks me so I’m up on my knees with my ass in the air, legs spread wide. Then there’s a sharp sting as his hand connects with my ass cheek, and I yelp in surprise. His eyes meet mine, and he asks, “Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head and whisper, “No. No, don’t stop.”
“Then don’t say red.”
He waits for a few beats until finally, I nod. “I got it. Red means stop. Please don’t stop.”
He straightens, resting a hand on each of my ass cheeks and spreading them wide. My back arches, and his eyes scan over me before finally focusing exactly where I want him, and he smiles ferally. “Look how fucking wet my pussy is. Just begging to be fucked.”
I sob in anticipation, on the very cusp of begging and pleading for him to give me what I want. But luckily, I almost immediately feel him there, the head of his dick pressing inside, slowly at first, teasing and torturing. “Please,” I plead, wishing I had the use of my hands to push myself back against him. “Please fuck me.”
He doesn’t say anything in response to my pleas, but he does shift back and then drive forward forcefully until he’s pushed deep inside me. I sob in pleasure, rotating my hips as much as I can, silently begging him to move.
And just when I’m about to beg and plead some more, he does exactly what I want, pulling back and driving back in, the slap of his balls against my clit punctuating each inward thrust. I lay there face down, almost getting off on my own helplessness as he pounds into me, the animalistic rut of his body driving me higher and higher while I moan and curse incoherently.
And I know this is exactly what he meant when he said pure, unadulterated, animal fucking. And I fucking love it.
He shifts behind me again, moving his knees closer to mine as I feel his chest press against my back. One of his hands moves to my inner thigh, anchoring him to me as his free hand moves to my clit. Then his voice is right there, a humming vibration in my ear. “This is what you wanted. Right, princess? My fucking dick hammering you. Touching you so deeply it’s hard to place it as pleasure or pain?”
I sob, a deep moan building in my chest as his spearing dick hits the very end of me.
His fingers on my clit become firmer, faster, his dick now a rough staccato of pushes as that tension inside of me tightens. Then his teeth are on my neck, digging in, his tongue lapping a line up to my ear where he breathes, “You better fucking come for me after all your plotting and conniving. You use that quivering, pulsing cunt to pull my cum from me.”
Pleasure pulses inside of me, and then his hand moves from my inner thigh up to my breast, his forefinger and thumb pinching my nipple, and pleasure explodes inside of me. I thrash beneath him, a sobbing, drooling mess as my orgasm takes over, and I let it take me, not at all concerned about being embarrassed about my reactions, as he moans loudly in my ear. “That’s right. Holy fuck, that’s right. Pull it out of me. You earned it. All that cum, just for you.”
I’m still moaning, my body twitching and convulsing in intense pleasure as he continues to move inside me, and his fingers pinch and tease my clit and my nipple, and then he tenses behind me, shoved in deep as he moans, “I’m coming. That’s right, princess. There you go.”
The hot rush of him inside me has that pleasure ricocheting. I continue to writhe, only managing to quiet a few long moments after he becomes completely still. Then I lie there beneath him, sweating, not even remotely concerned that my hands are beginning to tingle from numbness from their awkward position.
He slowly pulls out of me, his hands on my legs easing me down so I’m lying flat. Then he slaps me on the ass. “Don’t fucking move.”
I only move my head, and that’s just to turn and watch him leave the room. But soon, he’s back, carrying what looks to be a washcloth and a towel. He kneels behind me, saying nothing as he wipes the warm, wet cloth between my legs and then quickly uses the towel to pat me dry. Or at least as dry as I’m going to be, given the circumstances.
He moves to my side, quickly untangling my shirt and putting it back over my head as he helps me sit up. “Are you okay?”
I nod, still unable to speak coherently and not even bothering to try. He hands me my pants and then turns, retrieving his own clothing and quickly dressing himself as I struggle into my pants. He helps me stand and then backs up against the sofa and falls onto it, obviously exhausted.
I stand there rather awkwardly, completely unsure what the fuck I should say now as he lies there with his eyes closed. After a moment, I manage to say, “So we have a deal, then?”
He opens his eyes and glares at me. “I never fucking said that.” I grit my teeth, any itty-bitty warm feeling that I had left from my previous orgasm evaporating. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out as frustration and rage choke me. And then he smirks and adds, “You can let yourself out the same way you got in.”
My first instinct is to kick him directly in the balls. But then I take a deep breath and remember that I’m the one who broke into his apartment and admitted to intentionally invading his privacy after propositioning him with what may well be the most outrageous deal in the history of outrageous deals.
So, rather than resorting to physical violence, I grab my shoes and slide my feet inside before looking over at him as calmly as I possibly can while still seething. And then I clear my throat a couple of times before finally managing to say calmly, “I’m sure you need a bit of time to sort out all your big boy feelings about the situation. But while you’re doing that, don’t forget about the long history of men doing far worse to women than reading their medical records. And regardless of how painful you feel this arrangement might be for you, all you have to do is show up and do a specified job. All the real work will fall on me while you get the one thing you’ve always wanted.”
He doesn’t stop glaring at me, but some of the tension around his mouth and eyes has eased by the time I stop talking. But I don’t wait for him to respond. I just turn away, grab my bag where I had left it on the coffee table, and exit the apartment the same way that I’d entered.