6. Chapter 6 #2
I slide the drawer open. Reaching inside, I find more condoms than I’ve ever seen before.
Does he really need all these? Do I actually want to do this?
Should I suck his dick without protection?
But then I remember—fuck it. The plan is a one-night stand, and he can’t be more perfect for the job.
I close my eyes, pick one at random, and hand it to him.
He places it next to him, setting it aside for later.
Clearly he wants to be sucked off raw. Turning his attention back to me, he seamlessly unfastens the button of his jeans and reaches into his pants.
Internally, I’m beginning to panic. I’m about to see Cas Wilder’s dick. What if it’s—my worries are immediately silenced when he wrangles his big, thick cock out of his pants.
Cas smirks. “Don’t worry, I know you can take me. Now part those pretty lips of yours so I can fuck your throat.”
Fuck it. I open my mouth, stare up at him, and anxiously wait for him to bring the tip of his dick close enough.
Once he does, I flick my tongue out to run over his sensitive head.
He sucks his breath in with a hiss, and I do it again.
After a few passes, I do my best to relax my jaw, bringing my lips around him and suck lightly.
Cas moans. “That’s it. Keep going. I need you to take me deeper.”
One hand grips the base of his cock tightly as he pushes it deeper inside my mouth. There’s no room for me to breathe around him. I suck in air from my nose, swirling my tongue around his throbbing cock.
“Fuck. You’re so good at this,” he hisses, pulling himself out, then thrusting gently back in. Cum dribbles out, his signature taste landing on my tongue before dribbling down my throat. I swallow just barely, my throat working hard around his length.
Cas slides his knuckles over my jawline, gliding his hand beneath my chin.
The space between his thumb and pointer finger cradles my jaw, fingers sprawling across my throat.
I wonder if he can feel himself. Slowly, he tilts my chin until our eyes lock.
His blue-gray gaze holds me captive as he drives deeper.
I watch as Cas’s eyes slowly hood over the deeper he slides his dick down my throat.
When I gag, he growls, “Push through it. Be a good girl for me.” His words escape through clenched teeth as I do what I’m told. “That’s it, breathe through your nose and relax. Mmmmm, just like that.”
I do what he says. I want to be his good girl.
I want to please Cas Wilder. As my body relaxes, he pulls back, providing much-needed relief so I can gulp down extra breaths of air.
My break doesn’t last long. Seconds later, he drives himself even deeper.
My eyes widen at the same time my pussy aches for him.
I want him to touch me. If he reached between my legs right now, he’d find me soaked.
He throws his head back, breaking eye contact as a deep guttural groan claws its way from his chest. When his eyes return to mine, they’re clouded with desire. “You look so good on your knees swallowing my dick.”
His reactions and words of encouragement turn me on.
I look up through my lashes and take him even deeper.
His rock-hard cock throbbing against my constricting throat muscles.
I can feel him pulsating as I rhythmically slide him in and out.
Slurping and sucking his cock, swallowing his cum as he groans.
I never treated Jackson this way, but he didn’t act like he enjoyed it either.
Cas makes me feel appreciated. Like he wants me to do this for him.
I’m completely lost in this moment. His rapid breaths and throaty noises encourage me to keep going.
“Fuck. You’re going to make me come if you keep sucking my dick like that,” he rasps, pulling himself free.
I smile up at him, proud of myself, as he continues to pant, regaining his composure. Once he’s pulled himself together, he pins me in place with a sinful expression. “Come sit on my face. I want to taste you.”
I shiver, excitement rushing through me as my pussy tingles. Adrenaline drives my decision-making as I stand to join him on the couch. He kicks his feet up, swiping a throw pillow for beneath his head.
“Take your panties off,” he demands, watching as I slide them down my legs. The black lacy thong lands between my feet. Cas eyes them as if he’s trying to make a decision before ultimately turning his attention back to me. “Come here.”
Placing a knee on either side of him, I straddle Cas. His dick glistens with saliva and cum, resting against his hard, muscular stomach. He holds his hands out, ready to grip my hips and guide them to him.
I fit into him perfectly. His hot breath lands against my pussy, making it ache with desire.
I can feel the wetness of my arousal coating me.
My heart races as I wait for him to touch me.
Cas’s hands drop from my hips, running up my thighs, lifting my skirt, folding it over itself to part my legs.
His fingertips brush against my bare pussy, and I hiss, sucking in a breath.
He chuckles, then pulls me into position.
I’m so fucking glad I got laser hair removal.
When his tongue finally darts out to drag across my slit, I see stars.
He laps across me in long, languid strokes, pausing to go extra slow over my clit.
My hands find purchase in his hair. I clutch his dark-brown strands, tugging on them as my eyes roll back into my head and my toes curl. Is this for real?
Cas sucks my clit between his lips, flicking his tongue.
My orgasm begins to coil deep within. Instinctively, I sink into him, chasing my release.
I roll my hips, and he moans into me. It feels so good.
I want him to do it again. I roll my hips another time.
Cas moans, sucking harder. I clench, and then I feel it.
The moment my coil snaps. My orgasm washes over me, and I come all over his tongue.
He licks me with a frenzy, driving me further and further over the edge until a second wave hits.
I try to pull away, but he holds me in place.