I pulled my dick out of her before thrusting all the way in, over and over again, eliciting small screams from her.
Our reflection in the mirror in front of us aroused me even more. She looked so beautiful, covered in sweat as I pleasured her.
She moaned while I fucked her senseless, and I felt like her voice was the best thing I'd ever heard. I cupped her breasts and pulled her body closer to mine, her back pressed against my chest as I kept up my pace, ramming into her senselessly.
I couldn't get enough of her. I would never get enough of her.
Her whimper filled my ears, mixed with the sound of our skin slapping each other. "Luke," she cried.
And she came again.
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By the time Cassie and I were cuddling on the couch in the living room, in front of the fireplace, it was almost dawn. I kissed her forehead as she sighed against my neck, my arms around her, our bodies covered by a blanket.
"I don't want you to go," she whispered. "I don't want us to part."
I went silent as the truth hit me too. "Neither do I."
Neither of us uttered another word, and silence crept in. Littledid she know that my mind was trying to find a way for us to make it work.
"This feels like a dream," Cassie said while both of us stared at the fireplace. "It makes me not want to go back."
Her statement piqued my interest. I went silent before finally asking, "When you told me that your stepmother wanted you to make a big decision, was it about your musical career?"
A soft smile formed on Cassie's lips.
"That's correct," she said. "But...I don't know. I'm still in a dilemma. She seems so happy about me becoming a singer, and I just don't want to disappoint her."
I frowned. "Why did you put it that way? What about you? Do you love to sing? Do you want to be a singer?" I said the same question that I'd asked her the day before in front of the band, even though I'd already known the answer.
She sighed. "I do. I love it. I'm excited to share my songs with the world, too."
I stared at her intently. "Is that why you're confused? You're afraid that you're doing it for her ambition and not for yourself, aren't you?"
She went silent, and I noticed that my words sank deep into her heart.
I pulled her closer to me and pecked her nose. "You should do it for yourself and not for others. Don't let her take away your dreams like that."
A smile curved on her lips. She stared at me with loving eyes. "Does that mean that you support me in becoming a singer?"
"I support anything that makes you happy," I said.
Her smile grew bigger before she cupped my cheeks and gave me a kiss. I kissed her back, and she straddled me, sitting on my lap. My hands roamed her back.
Shit. She'd made me as hard as a rock again.
While we kissed, I grabbed her ass cheeks, slightly lifting her before I could thrust into her again in this position.
But then, I stopped short. "Fuck," I cursed.
Cassie pulled away from our kiss, disappointment crossing her expression. "What? Why did you stop?"
I stared at her with a serious expression.
"I'm not wearing a condom," I said, and she stared at me blankly. "And I can't wear it now. I ran out of them."
It was true. There were no more left inside the drawer of Victor's nightstand.
