I should probably pull away and tell her to have another round with her vibrator.Alone. But instead, I lightly lick her hard nipples and smooth two fingers over her wet clit. She tightens the grip around my hair, and her back lifts above the bed, pressing her pussy firmly into the palm of my hand.
“Is this how wet you were last night?” My fingers slide down her soaked entrance.
Biting her lip, she nods.
“What were you thinking about?”
She doesn’t answer. Instead turning her face to moan into the pillow as I plunge two fingers deep inside, feeling her walls tighten around them. The heel of my hand presses against her clit, and her body trembles from head to toe at the sensation.
“Now you’re going to play shy, huh? You started this, baby. Want to know what I was picturing last night? I was thinking about burying my cock in this tight cunt, feeling you squeeze around me, hearing you moan my name, painting your fucking insides with my cum.” She moans and squirms in response, messing up her sheets like she did last night. Her head rocks side to side on the pillow, and I delicately play with her pebbled nipple, drinking in the gorgeous body she’s been hiding from me all this time. “Is that what you think about every night when you’re lying here making yourself come? Tell me, Cass.”
“Yes,” she whines. The confession makes my heart race, and my balls feel like they’re ready to combust.
“Tell me what you want right now.”
“You.” She nips at my jaw.
“Gonna have to be more specific if you want me to make you come.”
“I want… Ineedyou to touch me, lick me, fuck me. I want it all.”
“Sit on my face, sweetheart,” I demand, lying down next to her.
“What?” She blinks at me and, for a second, I worry I’ve pushed her too far.
“You heard me. Sit that sweet pussy down on my mouth. Wrap those pretty thighs around my head and fuck my face. Let me taste you. Let me look up at your perfect fucking body while you come.”
“What if I crush—”
“Cassidy, quit being a fucking brat or I won’t let you come at all.”
With a hard swallow, she pushes up on her hands and swings a leg over my chest. I grip her thighs, moving her exactly where I need her.
“Grab the headboard and hold on,” I order. The air between my face and her wet cunt is hot and thick, and I can taste her before she’s even lowered down on top of me. When I look up, all I see is Cassidy. I wish she could have this view. See herself the way I do. It’s fucking incredible.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” I run my tongue up her center, then delicately suck my way down either side. “And you taste—fuck.” She tastes like no other man should ever be allowed to have her. I slide my tongue across her again, circling her clit and making her relax deeper. When I let up for half a second, she pulls away again.
“Quit hovering.Sit. Full fucking bodyweight, sweetheart.”
“I can’t do that. You heard Dr. Dickhead. I’ve gained—”
I pinch her clit between my teeth as punishment, disrupting her sentence as she inhales sharply. “If that moron gets in the way of me fully enjoying this pussy, I’m driving to Sheridan the moment we’re done here and kicking his ass.Sit. Last warning.”
She groans but sinks down further. My fingers dig into her plump ass to hold her to my mouth. I’m in heaven, smothered between her soft, wet lips, inhaling her sweet and clean scent. What I would give to eat her out for breakfast every fucking morning.
She wasn’t kidding about being sensitive. The lightest flicks over her clit has her grinding against my face, searching for friction, moaning like she’s trying not to come already. I suck and kiss her pussy lips, my precum dripping down my shaft as her nails drag across my scalp. Her thighs on either side of my head ripple with tension.She’s close. Focusing on her swollen clit, I give more pressure until her entire body contracts and relaxes in one drawn-out wave.
“Fuck,” I say, licking my lips.
I could wear her like a fucking hockey mask all day, but my dick is so hard it’s throbbing. I need to be inside her more than I’ve ever needed anything. She shimmies down my body, leaving her wetness on my bare chest like she’s marking me with her scent.
Good. I want to be hers.
She notches the head of my cock at her entrance, her fingers wrapped around the shaft, and sinks down. Taking inch by goddamn inch, stretching around me with a raspy exhale. Cassidy Bowman is everything.
“Jesus, Cass. Look at you. You’re a fucking dream.” I grab at the meaty flesh of her hips, the pads of my fingers holding her with a bruising grip, and then I move up to keep her sore boobs from bouncing too hard as she rides the ever-loving hell out of me.
I don’t even know where to look—it’s all breathtaking. I didn’t take enough time to fully appreciate her when we hooked up at the rodeo. I’m not making the same mistake today. There might never be another chance to see her this way, so I let myself get lost in her.
