“Please, don’t stop.” She rasps when I take a moment to memorise the strained lines of her needy body.
Her foot slips as she grabs on to my waist, her heel presses to my arse pushing me closer. Christ, I want to fuck her so bad. I want to watch my dick sink into her pussy and feel her milk it.
We’re both seeking more and more friction from each other, and her pants are getting throatier and husky. Pink tinges her face and throat and when I lower my face to her chest and pull her covered nipple into my mouth her hoarse moan echoes around us.
Cassie’s hand digs into my waist as her other slaps onto my arm. Her nails claw my flesh like she’s trying to hold on at the precipice of a great height.
My dick throbs relentlessly as my muscles tense. I’m going to come in my pants like some eager adolescent and I couldn’t give a fuck right now.
Gasping, her breaths get louder as I nip back up to her lips. Licking the small beads of sweat that have gathered around her mouth.
“Look at me, Buttercup.” I demand, feeling her pussy clench through the boxers she’s wearing and my joggers.
I want to see her beautiful face the first time I make her come. That moment will forever be branded in my memories.
Licking her lips, she opens her eyes and I’m pretty much gone. They’re so fucking bright, even with her pupils so dilated, that there’s only the tiniest ring of copper around them.
They semi shutter as her body tenses and spasms in my hands. Her breath is hitched for the slowest second and her nails dig into me so damn deep that the bite travels down to my cock like hot liquid fire, and I explode.
It’s deliriously quiet for a moment as my body hangs almost boneless over her. Her legs wrapped loosely around my waist and her face tucked into my chest as her hands continue holding onto my biceps.
I question my fucking sanity as I worry that I’ve gone too far with her, but when I find her face she’s fucking smiling.
Lowering my lips to hers, I press her completely flush to me, and as my cum soaks through the layers I lick into her mouth with a groan. My cock jerking again as I grind her into me. “What are you doing to me?”
Her eyes widen and her already pinked cheeks deepen to a ruddy red. Shaking her head, she sighs as her hands rest on my forearms. Eyes flitting down to my left arm, her middle finger strokes the vertical line of the cross before she looks up at me and says, “Make them leave. I don’t want them here anymore.”
“Me either,” I tell her softly, my thumbs stroking her cheekbones and although I haven’t done this a lot of times before it feels so normal.
And as it turns out, I like normal a lot.
Chapter 18
Cassandra
Leo’s holding my hand tightly as we make our way to the car. Wayne is ready and waiting for us in the Range. Yesterday I was ready to run away and never look back, but then Leo was there and despite everything, I felt okay.
“We’ll go get some breakfast first, and then go face the music.” He says, tilting my face to his before he presses a kiss to my forehead.
“How much trouble are you in?” I don’t mean to burst our bubble, but the reality is that he killed a man and walked away, regardless of whether he was protecting me or not.
“Honestly?”
“Yes.” Steeling myself, I tuck into the corner of the lift.
“Francis took care of it.”
“What do you mean my dad took care of it? What about the police?”
He laughs like my c
oncerns are silly.
“Believe me, the police are the least of our concerns.” Pulling me flush to him, his hands slide all the way down my back until my shoulders are tucked into his underarms and I’m completely caged in by him. Big hands moulding to each one of my bum cheeks, he kneads and squeezes them together.
I have to hold on to him to stop myself from collapsing. My hands round his low slung, grey joggers and it takes me by complete surprise when my fingers encounter solid, cold metal.
Heart clashing into my ribcage, I freeze as I remember all the blood. Then the way cold metal burned my skin.