Cassandra holds my hand the whole jog through the forest. And by the time we’re climbing back into the Prius, we can hear sirens.
We stay quiet, and I drive the speed limit for the few minutes it takes to get to the apartment building where we swapped vehicles.
I park in the opposite corner of the parking lot from my truck, and we take the long way around. Several people are outside, looking at the thick smoke rising from a few miles over. None of them are turned our way, but this way, if anyone notices us, they’ll just see two people walking through a parking lot, not suspiciously jumping out of one vehicle and into another moments after two houses blew up a few blocks away.
I toss the bags into the back seat and open the passenger door for Cassandra.
Her cheeks are still pink, and I wonder if she’s gonna be mad at me for burning down her house.
I hate the idea of her being mad at me.
With my hands on her hips, I help her into the truck, then shut the door and stride around to my side.
When I open my door, Cassandra has slid into the center seat.
I’m taking it as a good sign, because if she was angry, she wouldn’t want to sit next to me. Right?
Needing to touch her, I place my hand on Cassandra’s thigh as I drive us out of the parking lot.
She tenses under my touch.
Instead of pulling my hand away, I grip her harder. “Butterfly, I’ll never hurt you.”
“I know.” Her voice is breathy when she replies.
I glance down, and she has her hands gripped together in her lap.
“I’m sorry you had to witness that,” I tell her.
She squirms.
“And I’m sorry for blowing up your house.”
“Hans—” She puts her hand on my thigh.
“Just don’t be afraid of me.” Panic creeps into my chest, and my lungs start to burn. “I couldn’t take that. Please don’t—”
“Oh my god, shut up.” Cassandra shoves my hand off her leg, and before I can stop her, she unbuckles her seat belt.
“Cassandra!” I snap. “Buckle up now.”
She twists toward me. “No.”
“You—” I start. But I stop because she’s reaching for my belt.
Delicate fingers jerk at the buckle, pulling it free.
“What—What are you doing?”
She undoes the button and jerks the zipper down. “Watching you…” She struggles to pull my hardening cock out of my pants. “God, Hans, I’m so fucking turned on. I can’t take it.”
Using both hands, she gets my dick free.
I make an unintelligible sound, not believing what’s happening.
“Just let me do this,” she begs.
Then she wraps her hand around my base and lowers her head into my lap.
When her lips wrap around the tip of my cock, I can’t stop my hips from lifting.
“Fuck,” I groan and nearly drive us into the ditch.
I force my eyes to stay on the road. But all my attention is on the girl who is suddenly sucking my cock like it’s the only thing she wants in life.
“Goddamn.” I shift my hips again, and Cassandra takes me a little deeper.
I’m barely even in her mouth. Haven’t hit the back. And I’m fighting not to blow.
Her tongue slips around the head, flicking over the tip, licking up the precum seeping from my dick.
“Fuck. Cassandra. Fuck.” I grip the steering wheel tighter.
I take a turn I don’t need to take, just so we can stay on a side road. If she does this on the highway, and someone sees… I’d have to kill them.
She moans, and I feel her cheeks hollow as she literally sucks my cock.
My eyes start to roll back.
I snap them back open.
I need to remember I’m driving a fucking vehicle.
Cassandra shifts her hips, twisting on the bench seat and lifting her foot so it’s on the seat and her knee is up. Spreading her legs for me.
Holding the wheel with my left hand, I reach across with my right and grip her shorts-covered pussy.
Her whole body writhes at my touch, and her lips slide farther down my dick.
I can hardly focus, but I undo her shorts one handed, and she spreads her thighs wider.
I take a second to glance down.
“Jesus.”
Her panties are exposed, her body is contorted so she can suck my dick while her pussy is practically begging me for attention.
I shove my fingers under the band of her panties and slide them lower.
And I groan, deep and long, because she’s fucking soaked.
Her pussy is so damn wet my fingers slide right inside her heat.
As my fingers push deeper, Cassandra arches her neck and takes me even deeper.
“This from watching me?” I growl, fucking her with my fingers, pushing them in and dragging them out. “This pussy get drenched watching me kill those men?”
She nods. On my dick.
If I had a free hand, I’d press down on the back of her head.
Her tongue rubs at my length, and I groan again.
“Fuck.” I can’t stay quiet. “You feel so fucking good.”
Her pussy is gripping at my fingers. Her saliva is dripping down my dick.
I flex my hips and hit the back of her throat.
She gags, and her muscles tense around the tip of my dick. But instead of pulling back, she pushes deeper.
“God, Butterfly, you’re a fucking freak.”
Her hips shift against my touch while she slides her mouth up my length. “Sorry,” she pants. But her lips never leave my dick. They’re still brushing against the tip, getting covered in precum with every word. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it.” Her back arches, and she closes her lips back around my length.
“You can’t apologize with my dick in your mouth.” I shift so my knee is against the bottom of the wheel, keeping it steady, then press my left hand to the back of her head. “But you can apologize by swallowing.”
Cassandra moans and lets me shove her head deeper.
I push my pointer and middle finger into her pussy, as far as I can. She moans again, and I grip her ponytail, dragging her mouth back up my dick.
I hold her there. At my tip.
“Yeah,” I grunt. “Suck Daddy’s dick. Make him come.”
Her body shudders, and I press my thumb to her clit.
With my hand like this, I’m practically gripping her pussy from the inside. I rub my fingers against that sensitive spot inside her and circle her clit with rough movements.
Cassandra is writhing and moaning, and I’m about ready to explode.
“You ready, Little Girl?” I can hardly get the words out. “You ready to fucking take me?”
She makes a noise that sounds like a yes, or what yes would sound like if your mouth was full of cock and you were moaning from pleasure.
I push my hand firmer against her pussy, my pinkie brushing against her cute little asshole, and she clamps down around me.
Cassandra comes all over my hand, and her orgasm sparks mine.
My balls squeeze, and the first shot of release coats her tongue. Then I push down on the back of her head, and she takes it.
She swallows and chokes and pulls against my grip to go even deeper.
My vision goes blurry for two beats, and I forget we’re in a moving vehicle as I come so hard it almost hurts.
My body feels like it’s vibrating, and I have to tell my fingers to let go of her hair so I can grab the wheel.
Without my hand holding her in place, Cassandra takes me deep, one last time, then licks up my length as she pulls her mouth up my dick. She sucks as she goes, making a wet popping sound when she releases.
I’m tempted to leave my fingers buried in her pussy for the rest of the drive, but I drag them free from her heat and shove them into my mouth as she starts to sit up.
Her flavor hits me, and that, mixed with the strong scent of sex in the truck, makes my cock twitch one final time.
Cassandra snickers, then leans down to lick the drop that just leaked out of my tip, and my entire body jerks at the contact.
“Christ, woman,” I mumble around my fingers.
She sits all the way up this time, and when I look at her, affection fills every inch of my being.
There are tears on her lashes. Her lips are swollen and pink. Her always untamed hair is extra messy with loose curls pulled free from her ponytail, and her wavy bangs are all pushed to one side. And she’s smiling. Full-on smiling. Teeth showing. The tip of her tongue visible in her open mouth.
All I ever wanted was to have her nearby.
Never dreamed…
I soak in the feeling of this happiness.
I’m going to marry this girl.
