6. Collide
Cassius
Back at the penthouse, I tried to keep my distance from Faith. I left her alone in her room to pack her new clothes and the few belongings she’d brought with her.
“I’m ready, Sir.” She tottered into the living room wearing a flattering black dress, sky-high heels, and the perfect amount of makeup.
“Why did you change?” I asked sharply.
Faith swallowed hard. “I… I wanted to look nice for you, Sir.”
My cock twitched. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been thinking about her, what we’d done together last night, and how sweet her tight body was. I’d claimed her and made her mine. The only thing standing between Faith and me was the club’s rules, which I’d written.
“I appreciate that, Faith,” I growled and stepped closer. Her eyes lit up, and I knew I was in trouble.
She wanted me, too.
My cock came to life, straining underneath my suit, reaching out toward the object of my desire. “You do look nice. Even better, I now know what you look like without that dress on. Because I owned you last night.”
Two hectic spots of color flushed her cheeks. She nodded. “I remember, Sir.”
“Why don’t you show me, Faith? Lift up that skirt. Show me what you have on underneath.”
“W-What about the rules?” Faith swallowed hard. “We’ve already had our three times.”
Rules be damned.“We had our three times at the club,” I said, keeping my tone nonchalant. “The way I see it, no one needs to know what we’re doing off-premises. We can do whatever we like.” My cock stiffened further at the thought.
Her pupils dilated with desire. “Are you sure, Sir?”
“I’ve never been more sure. So follow my order and lift that skirt.” I watched hungrily as Faith tentatively lifted the hem of her dress. She was naked underneath, her perfect, trimmed pussy on full display.
I put my hand over my heart. “Fuck! No thong, Faith? You’re trying to tempt me.”
She immediately dropped her dress and shook her head wildly. “No, Sir. I wanted to follow the rules. It was just after last night, I was feeling…” Her voice trailed off, and she looked down. She seemed embarrassed.
“Finish the sentence, Faith.”
She raised her blue eyes to meet mine. “I was just… feeling. My body seems different to me now. I’m more aware of it, I guess. And I wanted to feel good so that I looked good.”
“Why did you want to look good?”
“I already told you,” she said, her blush deepening. “I wanted to look good for you.”
Something inside me snapped.
I was on her in a second, sweeping her into my arms and lifting her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me, and oh my fucking God, she tasted incredible. We devoured each other. I couldn’t get to the couch fast enough. I somehow kept Faith on my lap while we tore each other’s clothes off, and then my mouth was all over her—her neck, her breasts, suckling and nibbling as she cried out and writhed against me. She was already so wet.
I grabbed her hips and lifted her so that my cock could slide against her wet heat. I hadn’t had Faith on top yet, and the position excited me. Her perfect body was mine to feast on, mine to manipulate, and I could see her face as she moaned in ecstasy.
I didn’t waste a moment. I slid my cock against her slit, gripping her hips as my tip rubbed against her clit. Faith moaned, her eyes already rolling back in her head. “Yes, Cassius. Fuck. That’s what I want.”
“That’s because you’re mine,” I growled. “And only I can give you what you need.”
I flexed my hands against her, enjoying the feel of her on top, relishing the power I had over her and that she had over me. Faith increased the pace of our rubbing. She became frenzied, crying out, and I knew she was already close to the edge.
But I was only going to let her come one way: by my cock pounding her.
“Take me, Cassius,” she whimpered, rubbing against my hard length furiously. “I need you—please.”
“I need you.” I felt like I might explode.
Mindful that she was so inexperienced, I notched the head of my cock inside her tight pussy and slid in slowly. Inch by thick inch, Faith took me. Her mouth formed a tiny o as she adjusted to the thickness of my cock. When I was finally all the way in, she groaned in pleasure. We both took a moment to luxuriate in the feeling of full, deep penetration. Faith was so tight; she was perfection. She threw her head back and moaned, her fantastic tits bobbing in my face as her pure, almost-virgin pussy gripped me.
I almost came right then and there.
Then she started moving her hips, increasing the friction between us.
“Fuck, babe. What are you doing to me?”
But Faith seemed beyond words. New to the position and new to sex, she seemed to be exploring her options. She bounced up and down on my lap, and I groaned. Her eyes lit up. “Does that feel good?” she asked, so innocent.
“It feels fucking incredible,” I admitted. What I didn’t tell her was that I’d never wanted someone so much in my entire life. And that if she continued to bounce up and down on my cock, I was going to fill her with my seed.
She bounced again, tentatively, then threw back her head and laughed. “This feels amazing!” She increased the pace, crying out each time we collided, loving the feel of having my hard length so deep inside her.
Faith increased the pace, taking me hard, taking me deep. An expression of pure joy broke out over her face. “Oh, oh, oh!” She shivered, her tits bobbing in my face. I sucked on her nipples, and she cried out above me, raking her hands through my hair.
I grabbed her ass and pumped into her, frenzied. I’d never felt like I was going to come this hard before. Faith was wild on top of me, both of us driving for home, completely out of our goddamned minds. She started to shatter, and her pussy gripped me, milking me, and I saw white.
“Fuck, Faith, FUCK!” I shot myself into her, gripping her hips and banging her down on me with such force it was almost cruel. But she fucking loved it. She ground her clit against me and shattered again, hollering my name as she came all over my cock. I squeezed her ass as I continued to pump into her until we both finally gave up and collapsed, shaky and breathless, onto the couch.
“Now I know why they call it ‘coming,’” Faith whispered after we caught our breath.
“Why’s that?”
She giggled—a sound I’d never heard before. “I feel like I’ve finally arrived.”
She laughed again, and happiness spread through me, unlike anything I’d ever felt.
“You have arrived, Faith.” Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her gently. I pulled her close and arranged her head against my chest. “And you’ve taken me with you. In fact, we arrived so hard just now you almost killed me.”
She popped up, her eyes wild with worry. “I did?”
“Shh, don’t look so concerned.” I tucked her against me again. “I mean, you did almost kill me, but it’s a compliment.”
Talking about our sex, combined with the feel of her smooth skin against me—not to mention her smile—was getting me hard again. Playfully, I poked her with my erection. “See what you do to me? That’s also a compliment.”
Faith peered up at me again. Now, her eyes were filled with desire. “Well, thank you… Sir.”
She grinned at me. I grinned at her. I took her hand and placed it around my cock, so that she could give me a hand job. “You can thank me like this, too.”
Faith’s eyes lit up. “My pleasure, Sir.” She started to milk me, and I groaned in deep, primal pleasure.
I would let her use her hand for a while, and then I would take her again. And again. I was going to fuck Faith into next week. I was going to fuck her into oblivion and then some.
There would never, could never, be enough.
Fuck,I thought. This girl.
She really might be the death of me.