The cry that Cassandra lets out might be a scream, but I can hardly hear her over the rushing of my blood.
Her pussy is so fucking wet. So fucking tight.
I can’t stop. I can’t slow down.
I don’t want to.
Pressing my fingers into her flesh, I bury my thumb as deep as it will go in her snug asshole and slam my hips into her.
Wet slapping sounds fill the space around us, and I wish the overhead lights were on so I could see every fucking jiggle.
She’s making so many sounds.
Moans and whimpers and unintelligible words.
But I’m too far gone.
“That’s it.” I pull out and shove back in. “That’s my good girl.”
She whines. And then I fuck her with my thumb. Pushing it in and out of her little hole with the same speed as my dick.
“Hans. Hans.” She’s panting my name.
And goddamn, I wish I had an audio recorder in here. I want to hear her like this every night.
I want to own her.
I want to consume her in every way.
I thrust my hips forward as far as they’ll go, then press even harder, burying my thumb to the final knuckle.
I need every hole.
With my free hand, I reach up and slide my fingers up her throat, over her chin, and press my first two fingers into her open mouth.
Cassandra seals her lips around my fingers. And something clicks inside me.
She is mine.
I fight against the tightness in my balls. Fight the need to fill her with every drop of my seed.
Not yet.
Her tongue swirls around my fingers.
I drag my hips back, pull my thumb halfway out, slide my fingers from her mouth, then push in. Everywhere.
Heat. Pure heat fills me.
Cassandra’s pussy starts to flutter around my length. And I know she’s almost there.
I press my forehead to her shoulder. “You ready to come, Butterfly?”
She nods and moans around my fingers.
I drag my hand away from her mouth.
“Tell me,” I demand.
“Yes,” she cries. “I’m so—”
I slap my hand down against her ass one last time. And when her body clenches in response, I shove as deep as I can, my cock skewering her insides.
And instead of soothing the smack, I reach around and pinch her clit.
The reaction is immediate.
Her hands, trapped between our bodies, claw at my stomach.
Her pussy convulses.
Her ass squeezes my thumb.
And she comes.
She comes so fucking hard I have no choice but to follow her over the edge, my release pumping out of my cock and filling her channel.
Grunting, I pull my hips back, then shove them forward, jiggling my thumb and rolling her clit between my fingers with the other hand, dragging her orgasm out to match mine.
“Hans. Oh. Fuck.” Cassandra’s little cries are the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.
When her knees start to wobble, I slowly slide my thumb free, then wrap my arm around her waist. And when her body gives a violent twitch, I slide my hand up from her pussy to her soft belly and help hold her upright.
I press my open mouth to the side of her neck. “Fuck.”
She lets out a sound between a choke and a laugh, making her pussy clench around my dick one last time, drawing the last drops out of me.
“That…” Cassandra shakes her head. “That was amazing.”
My lips pull into a smile against her skin. “I knew you would be.”
“Did you?” Her chest is still heaving, like mine.
“From the first time I saw you.” I admit the truth before I can think better of it.
Her hips wiggle against me. “I thought the same thing.”
Her response shouldn’t feel like such a surprise, given how readily she’s melted under my touch.
The thought that we could’ve been fucking like this for the past year flashes through my mind. But behind it comes the flashes of all the reasons we shouldn’t have done even this. Same reasons why I shouldn’t have gone to her parents’ place. Or banged on her door when I found that book in the mail.
But standing here, cock still buried in Cassandra’s sweet heat, I can’t find it in me to regret any of it.
Because she is mine.
