“Please don’t justify anything.” I lift a shoulder. “You don’t have to.”
“Why are you being so fucking impossible?” he hisses.
I get in his face. “Am I?”
He fists my hair and pulls, resulting in a delicious kind of pain to zap through my scalp. “It’s a good thing I’m mad for you, otherwise I’d have shoved my cock so deep down your throat that you’d have no other choice but to shut the hell up.”
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, you will, but not before I’ve gotten a taste of you.” He crashes his mouth to mine, and as I close my eyes, he moves his hand from my hair and hastily pulls me flush against his body. “You look hot in a camisole and shorts, but they’ve gotta go,” he growls.
I gasp when he practically hauls my clothes off me, and as I kick them away, he lifts me up and places my back against the door.
“Damn-fucking-it.” He looks at me with a crazed desire on his face, then starts trailing bruising kisses from my neck, all the way down to my chest. Every touch of his lips and scrape of his stubble on my skin is an imprint of promise – of what he can do to me and my weak lucidity.
He sets me down, then gets down on his knees in front of me. “Take a step forward,” he says.
I do.
“Widen your legs.”
Again, I do as I’m told.
“Good.” He runs the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip, then spread my pussy with his fingers before grinning up at me. “You still don’t shave often, huh?”
I shrug. “You know I don’t like it.”
His grin broadens. “I love it that you don’t like it.” He flicks my clit, and I cry out.
“More,” I moan.
Cass chuckles. “You got it.” He bends and sucks on my folds, then takes my clit in his mouth, and I almost lose my balance with the way that makes me feel.
“Spread your legs wider,” he orders in between licks.
I open myself up further.
He cups my ass and squeezes, and then shifts forward, which gives him better access to me.
“Cass…” I bunch his hair in a fist and rock my hips in time with his tongue. “Ah,fuck. Cass…”
“Mm.” He lets go of my clit, then starts eating me out faster. “Ride my face, Nia,” he says. “Ride my face like the good fucking girl I know you are.”
With a groan that is very unlike me, I start rocking against Cass’s mouth as he continues to lick and suck my sensitive pussy.
I can feel myself falling over; feel myself getting to the pinnacle I know will give me the orgasm that I’m craving so fucking badly. But…but I don’t want this to end, not until he’s inside me again.
“Cass.” I tug at his hair. “Cass, stop.”
He looks up at me. “You okay?”
“Yes, of course.” I let go of a breath. “It’s just… It’s hot;you’rehot. And everything inside me is just…”
“Too heightened to control?” he completes.
“Yeah.” I chuckle. “Fuckingyes.”
Cass gets to his feet. “I know what you mean,” he says, then runs a knuckle over my painfully hard nipple.
