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Her icy blue eyes widen and ayesssstumbles out of her lips when I flick her clit. Smirking, I kiss her, nipping her lip hard enough to leave a little bruise, a reminder of who owns this body. “Are you going to come for your husband?” I whisper against her lips. Her walls tighten and pulse around me, her body giving her away, even if she refuses to admit it out loud. I slam my hips up in a steady, relentless beat until she quivers, until she’s so wet I might slip out.
I had every intention of fucking her until she couldn’t walk, but her walls clamp around me so tight, hips jerking forward and back, forcing me deeper inside of her. That, in combination with the way my name wrenches out of her ina throaty, desperate moan, spells my demise. I barely have enough control to see her through her orgasm, holding every muscle tight until she squirts all over my dick, trembling and moaning, soaking me and the couch.
“Fuck, Cassia,” I growl, thrusting frantically, deeper, harder, letting her sweet cum soak my length until my balls tighten and everything closes in. Her whimpers, her heavy breaths, soft body against mine, her walls clamping tight, my cock pulsing, my slipping control until everything collides and I explode, cum spraying inside of her. “Fuuuuuuuck,” I rasp, slamming deep and holding, painting her insides with my seed.
“Mmm,” she moans, swirling her hips and squeezing my length, like she wants to extract every last drop.
Or, at least, that’s my fantasy.
“That’s it, baby, take it all. It’s all for you.”
With a contented sigh, she relaxes, body collapsing against mine, her head resting just below my chin. “Maybe I should get in trouble more often.”
“Don’t even think about it.”
She giggles. “You know this is like a reward, right? I thought you were going to punish me.”
“We haven’t gotten to the punishment yet.”
“Oh yeah?” She tips her head back, silky strands of red hair smoothing over my chest. “What is it, then?”
Smirking, I band one arm around her middle, grab the remote, and turn on the TV. “You have to sit here, like this, with my dick inside of you, keeping my cum nice and warm.”
Her cheeks flush. I was just balls deep in her, but me telling her about my cum makes her blush? She’s so fucking adorable, and best of all, she’s all mine.
“This is a hostage situation,” she murmurs.
“Do you like it?”
“No,” she lies.
And I let her keep it, because she’s not quite ready to admit that she’s enjoying herself. Her eyes tell me all I need to know, though. Cassia doesn’t hate me as much as she wants to, and moreover, she’s a little scared of love.
While I’m searching for something to watch, she shifts, sliding her foot over the cushion to rest in front of her and does the same with the other, but as soon as both legs are dangling over the edge of the couch, she’s tighter than before and my cock starts to harden again. But I still need a bit to recover before I’m ready to go again.
“How is that even possible?” she whispers.
“Shhh, I’m trying to focus,” I tell her, cupping her boob while I scroll through our options. “Okay, what aboutTwilight?”
“Twilight?” she asks with a laugh. “You want to watch sparkly vampires?”
“This is the face of a killer, Bella.”
“Oh my god, you’re a Twi-hard.”
Scoffing, I hit play. “First of all, that term is offensive to the fanbase. Second of all, my sisters loved it and made me watch it with them. I only like it for the wolves.”
“Uh-huh,” she says, tipping her head back to look up at me. “Admit it, you love Carlisle, huh?”
Dropping the remote, I stroke her throat. “And let me guess, you’re more of a Charlie fan.”
She bites her lip.
I knew it. She’s hot for Bella’s dad. “Was it the mustache?”
“Shut up,” she mumbles. “Charlie is a vibe and I stand by that.”
“The movie is starting.”