“I know,” I say with clenched teeth, cupping her ass with my free hand and dragging her against me.
Her mouth parts softly and I want nothing more than to bury my cock between her pouty little lips as I speak.
“Tell me to stop. Tell me to let you go. Tell me to walk away, and I will.”
Her breathing is ragged as her eyes flick between my own before she shakes her head.
“Don’t walk away.”
Fuck it.
Slipping my fingers to the nape of her neck, I drag her towards me and crush my mouth to hers. She moans against my lips and a guttural groan sounds from inside my chest as we grind and move together. Her silky tongue wraps around mine as her hands run through my hair.
Kissing her feels better than I even remember. Taking a breath for the first time or having a drink in the middle of a drought doesn’t even come close to describing the euphoria I feel in this moment.
It doesn’t matter that she’s not mine. It doesn’t matter that I’m not hers. Right now, in this moment, she’s the only thing I crave, the only thing I desire, and so selfishly, recklessly, I’m taking her.
Holding her tight to me, I flip her around until her back is pinned against the couch. My mouth moves across her cheek, peppering her neck until I come across her hickey. Anger rages inside me and I can’t stop myself from sinking my teeth into her. She hisses out a pained groan as she snaps at me.
“What the hell?!”
“Punishment for letting that little fucker mark what’s mine.”
She shakes her head as I continue kissing across her chest, licking her cleavage as my hands move to her pants and wiggle them down before pulling my cock out.
“I’m not yours, Nico. This is just a one time thing to break the fucking tension between us.”
I pause all movements for a moment before I line my cock up to her waiting pussy with one hand and grasping her throat with another as I speak.
“We’ll fucking see about that.”
With no warning, I thrust inside her, forcing her to let out asharp gasp that sounds equal parts pleasure and pain. My cock throbs at the feel of her bare pussy as I withdraw my hips and snap back into her even harder.
“Fuck! Nico! Con-dom, condom,” she says choppily, her voice ragged as I loosen my hold on her a little.
“I don’t have one on me, babygirl. I can pull out and go to the store.”
She looks up at me and shakes her head as her arm pulls my head to her.
“Fuck that.”
Her tongue licks the seam of my lips and I allow her full control of the kiss as I begin thrusting the ever loving shit out of her. All she can do is hold on because this has been almost a week of pent of sexual tension that I have to let out. If she thinks one time will be enough for either of us, she’s severely fooling herself. I’m a logical man, and though logic feels like it has no place in this moment, I know that once of anything when it comes to Cassi Fischer will never be enough. Ever.
“Shit,” Cassi moans as she wiggles on my cock. “You fuck me like you hate me.”
“I do,” I admit. “I hate that you’ve wormed your way under my skin. I hate that you’ve consumed my every thought since the moment we met. I fucking hate that you’ve been fucking that asshole,” I practically snarl.
“And I hate that you’re my sister’s boyfriend,” she throws back.
Touche.
Pushing my cock as deep as I can go into her, her mouth drops open on a silent moan.
“Do I feel like your sister’s boyfriend, right now, Cassi?”
“Fuck,” she mutters as I do it again and again.
“Do I?” I ask, rubbing my tip against her gspot as she shutters.
