Fitting myself in between her legs, I pulled her swollen pussy lips apart, and let my tongue go to work. Eating out her pussy was quickly becoming my favorite pastime, and I was determined to get her to move in with me, so I could taste her sweet cunt at least once a day.
Her fingers sunk into my hair, and her soft moans had my dick hard again. “Mmm…Cass…” I knew she was still partly asleep, but this was the first time she’s called me Cass, and I like it.
A lot.
With my tongue putting that exquisite pressure on her clit, I slid two fingers in her pussy, and I must have worked her extra hard, because the fit was a magnificent struggle. Devi’s hot little cunt was both sore and swollen, and it was going to feel unbelievable wrapped around my dick.
“Can you cum for me again, Devi,” I asked, my lips against her wet folds.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire instead of sleep now. “Please…” My tongue and fingers went into double time to make her cum because that cream was the only way I was going to be able to get my dick inside her without hurting her too much.
When Devi’s legs dropped back to open herself up more, I knew she was getting close. “Ride my face, baby.”
“Yes,” she moaned, and soon, she was working with me to help her reach her peak. “Don’t stop…oh, God, don’t stop…” I wanted to tell her I never would, but now wasn’t the time to take my mouth off her pussy.
Soon, Devi’s body was a beautiful arching sight, and she was exploding in my face. I slid a third finger in her pussy, and with my thumb on her clit, I was able to pull my face off her cunt and watch her come undone, still finger fucking her through her orgasm.
Devi tipping over the edge will always be the most beautiful thing I will ever see.
“Oh, God…Cassius…”
I pulled my fingers from her body, crawled over her like a man possessed, and with one knee hooked over my elbow, I slammed my cock into her tight channel, and her sexy moans turned into soul-shattering screams.
“Cassius!”
“That’s right, Devi,” I grunted as I slammed into her over, and over again. “Let all these motherfuckers know who’s fucking you. Let the entire building know my fucking name. Tell them who you belong to. Tell them whose cock owns you.”
Her hands fisted in the sheets, and she was withering all around me. “Cassius, please…”
“This pussy’s mine, Devi,” I practically snarled down at her. “All of you belongs to me. All of you belongs to me, and I will fuck you whenever, however, and wherever the fuck I want.”
Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she was getting so turned on, her nails were digging into my flesh and her whimpers were now deep, hard, desperate pants. “Yes, yes, yes…”
“Mine,” I repeated. “Fucking mine. Only mine.”
“Only yours,” she rasped out. “Only yours.”
“And I’m yours,” I told her. “Only yours.” This wasn’t a one-sided thing. This woman owned me, and she deserved to know that. I wanted her to know that. I wanted her to know that I was so enraptured with her, no other woman on the planet would ever be a threat to her.
In three days, I was in fucking love with her.
“Cassius…I’m cum…” Her cries were cut off by a voiceless scream that had her head thrown back, her nails piercing my flesh, and her pussy clamping down on my cock hard enough that I shot off like a boy inside his first pussy.
After what felt like my soul fusing with hers, I collapsed next to her, and pulled her into my arms. “Christ,” I muttered into the night. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” she mumbled breathlessly. “Holy crap, Cassius.”
“Call me Cass,” I told her. “I like how you say it.”
“But what if I like Cassius better?” she challenged playfully. I could hear the smile in her voice.
“How about we forget my name altogether, and you just start calling me babe, or honey, or sweetie, or something domestic like that?” And I was absolutely serious.
“I like babe,” she said quietly.
“Babe it is.”
“So, what happens next?”
