Sweet? My brows come together. “Since when have I ever been sweet?”
“Just now.” She rises up on her tiptoes and kisses me.
“More of that and I’ll be taking you in the bathroom.”
“Is that in a book, too?” she teases.
I swing her up into my arms. “Yeah. Cane and Astor: The X-rated Files.”
“I don’t think I want anyone reading those.” She scrunches her cute nose.
“Don’t worry. There’s only one volume, and it’s an oral—very oral—history. I’ll give you the rundown when we’re back at the hotel.”
I make good on that promise. The hotel isn’t far away, and I manage not to rip Astor’s clothes off in the elevator, mostly because the elevator ride is short, and there’s no way I’m only spending thirty seconds going down on Astor.
The dress comes off easily. There isn’t much fabric to start with.
“Tell me you aren’t doing this again,” I groan as I stare at her taped nipples. She wasn’t wearing a bra under the dress, just a G-string and some flesh-colored tape keeping her nubs from poking out. “Look at these poor babies.” I peel the tape off and rub around the skin that had been covered. “They need some tender loving care. Good thing I’m here.”
I plant myself on the edge of the mattress and pat my lap. “Come sit on my legs, baby, and let me tend to your wounds.”
“There’s nothing wrong with my breasts,” Astor laughs, placing her hands over her tits.
“There sure ain’t.” With one tug, I have her tumbling into my lap. “But let me do a quick inspection.” I roll my tongue around one already pert nipple and squeeze the other one between my fingertips. She squirms in my lap, rubbing that hot ass all over my swollen dick. I haven’t had any relief yet, and I need it. Whether I’m coming on her tits, down her throat, or inside that sweet, hot cunt, I need a release. “Looks like everything is in working order. Let me check down here.”
I slide a hand between her legs to test her readiness. She’s soaked.
“I didn’t have any tape there.” She smirks.
“You never know what fashion people get up to.” I tip her onto the mattress and crawl between her legs. “You ready for something more than a finger?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be an expert?”
“Baby, yours is the only pussy I’ve ever touched,” I tell her through the shirt as I pull it over my head. The rest of my clothes follow until I’m buck-ass naked. Her eyes widen, and I guess it’s not because of the size of my cock since she’s staring at my face. “Now why is that a surprise?”
“Because you’re Cane Justice. You’ve had girls throwing themselves at you since you knew that there was a difference between girls and boys or maybe even before then.”
I take my cock in hand and spread her open for me. “Doesn’t mean I was catching any of them. I’ve only ever had eyes for you, even when I believed in the curse. Now I’m making you mine. Brace yourself, baby.”
CHAPTER 10
ASTOR
My mind blanks for a moment, trying to catch up to his comment about never being with anyone before. I mean, a small part of me had hoped for that, and some of the things he’s said before had that hope blooming, but hearing it from his lips is something else altogether. There are not many things in life that shock me anymore, but those words definitely had.
“Cane.” I grip his shoulder tightly.
“Too much?” He stops moving, only having the head of his cock inside me.
“No, I’m just still reeling from what you said.”
“Babe, have you ever seen me with a girl or heard about me being with one?” I shake my head no. It’s the truth; I’ve never heard about him dating anyone or even hooking up. I just figured he was keeping it quiet or that people didn’t want to talk about it around me.
“I’m not saying I don't believe you, Cane.” I do. He has no reason to lie.
I wished him luck on trying to make me fall in love with him, but clearly Cane has already been working on proving his love and loyalty to me.
“Now you know how long I’ve been waiting for this. If you don’t let me move, I might die.” It’s then I notice that every muscle in his body is straining to stay still, and the sweat is beading on his forehead. A giggle pops from me.
“Astor.” He growls. “When you laugh, your pussy clamps down on me. You’re torturing me.” That only makes me laugh more. I know it’s not the time to be laughing but I can’t remember the last time I felt this free and happy. “Now you’re being cruel,” he gets out between clenched teeth.
“Make me yours. Thrust home, Cane. I’m not some delicate flower. I can take you.”