"I will call Allison and order a new one, okay?" he asks, trying to reassure me.
I nod and close my eyes, letting myself melt against his hand. "Okay."
"You won't ever have to worry about anything like that ever again, though, baby," he says with confidence.
"Good. Now how many days do I need to pack for?" I ask, changing the subject so I don't sink to my knees and cry right here on this floor.
"Let's pack for a week. It shouldn't take that long, but just in case it's good to be prepared," Cass says, walking to his closet.
I follow closely behind him. "Don't you lift an arm," I scold. Cass immediately stops in his tracks and backs away slowly.
"Yes ma'am," he grins.
I go through his closet and pick out a few club shirts and pairs of jeans for him. "Club shirts and plain tees?" I ask, tossing the jeans and club shirts on the bed.
"More plain than club. I'll be incognito," he wriggles his brows, making me laugh. I kiss him and disappear back into his closet, replacing two of the club shirts with two extra plain tees.
Once I've got all of our clothes into the suitcase, I hunt down some socks for Cass for the week and pack a few extra pair. This man is forever stepping in puddles, or mud, or somehow ruining his damned socks. Buddy jumps on the bed, meaning Cass must've opened the bedroom door to let him in.
"Hey, Bud!" I chirp, petting his head. His whole body wiggles with excitement as I pet him. I sigh. I'm going to miss my sweet boy while we're gone. If we had the new RV, we could just take it, but it won't be ready for another month. I know he will be in good hands with my mom, though.
Cass pops into the room fully dressed, with his hat on backwards and a fresh spray of cologne. I quirk a brow at him.
"Where are you off to?" I ask.
"To get you dinner," he says, kissing my lips.
I moan softly at the feel of his lips on mine. He presses into me. "If you don't stop making noises like that, I won't be going anywhere."
I press a finger to his lips, silencing him. "Don't say bad words like "going"," I whisper. His fingers grip my hair near the base of my neck, the sensation tingling through my body. I exhale sharply, my hands behind his neck, pulling his face to mine. He kisses me with a ravenous hunger, rough hands roaming beneath the soft material of the t-shirt hanging off me.
His fingers find my nipple, toying with it and making me arch into him. He urges me backward until the back of my legs press into the bed. Placing one large hand in the center of my chest, he pushes me onto my back, spreading my legs wide at the same time my back flattens on the mattress.
Cass wastes no time, devouring me in one swift motion. His tongue, hot and wet, eagerly flicks back and forth over that sweet spot. He dips a finger inside of me, pressing as deep as he can and holding it there while he continues eating me like the finest meal he's ever fucking dined on.
My hands fist in his hair and I rock my hips. "Yeah, baby. Fuck my face," he growls.
With every motion I make, it sweetens the sensation of that finger deep inside me. I grip his head with both hands as my orgasm builds, sending me higher and higher. With perfect timing, as usual, Cass begins pumping his finger in and out of me. I'm overwhelmed. Pleasure washes over me in a wave.
"Yes, baby. Yes!" I quiver as I come on his tongue. I tremble and jolt as I continue to come and Cass isn't going to miss a single ounce of my arousal.
I yank upward on his hair until he lifts his head, his beard glistening and coated inme.
He has a sinister grin on his face as he stalks up my body, kissing his way up to my breasts. His tongue circles my already pebbled nipple sending electric shocks straight to my core. I press my hand into his chest and he lifts up, waiting for my direction.
"Bend me over and fuck me," I pant, standing up and leaning over the bed in front of me.
The sound of his zipper lowering and his jeans hitting the floor turns me on even more. He rubs his slick head over my entrance before he slams inside of me, burying himself to the hilt. I'm so close again, already, that I don't think I'll last another second. Cass grips me by the hair, making chills pepper down my spine as he pounds into me harder.
"Yessss!" I cry, the sensation too fucking much. I wasn't ready for it to be this fucking good. Cass fucks me harder, faster. Pounding into my drenched pussy and making me come again and again.
"Fuck, baby," Cass whimpers, spilling inside of me. He comes with a loud roar, and I know that his orgasm was just as intense as mine. He slows his pace, pumping in and out of me slowly now. He slips out of me entirely and I squeeze my legs shut,walking to the bathroom to pee and get a wash cloth. I turn on the sink on my way past it and the water is warm by the time I'm done. I soak a wash cloth in the warm water and run it between my legs before rinsing it and handing it to Cass. He cleans himself up with a satiated grin.
"That never fucking gets old," he chimes, tossing the wash cloth into the dirty towel bin.
"No, it does not," I agree. My hair is disheveled and good thing I didn't have any makeup on today or it would've been running down my face.
"And just think, you'd be missing out on that while you were in OKC if you didn't let me go with you," I tease, kissing his neck on my way out of the bathroom.
