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Story: Filthy Little Regrets
She doesn’t answer that one, and I let it slide, for now.
“Do you like when I’m inside of you?”
“I think you know the answer to that question,” she says, voice shaky as I quicken the tight circles I’m tracing around her clit.
“What’s your biggest fear?”
“That everyone I love will die,” she says quickly.
I thrust into her a few times, hoping to distract her from the emotions that statement might carry. “Other than Wales, where would you want to travel to?”
“Spain.”
“Have you ever come for someone else?”
She sits forward, tightening the channel I’m thrusting into, glancing back at me. “Do you want me to lie?”
“No.”
“Yes, I’ve come for someone else.”
My jaw clenches. “Who?”
“You’re insane if you think I’ll tell you their names. How do I know you won’t go beat the shit out of them, after the way you kicked Crue’s ass?”
Bold of her to assume I’d leave them breathing. “Fine. Who did the best job?”
She averts her gaze.
I smirk and drive into her. “It’s me, isn’t it, baby?”
She remains silent.
My fingers move away from her clit, and she gasps, grabbing my hand and pulling it back.
“Fine! Yes, you do the best job.”
A dark chuckle rolls out of me. “Good girl.”
“Next.”
“Are you still counting questions?”
“No.”
“Me either,” I confess, pushing her out of my lap and spinning her around to straddle me, driving back into her before too much of my cum can leak out of her.
She bites her lip as she slides down my length, walls rippling, until her pussy finally rests against me. “Thought we were watching a movie.”
“Why watch that when I could watch you fall apart?” I grip her ass. “Ride me.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” She huffs, moving her hips despite her protest.
I watch Cassia’s face as she fucks me, the way her lips part, her eyes flutter closed when I smooth my thumb over her clit, and the way she surrenders to the moment as she finds her pace.
Who needs fuckingTwilightwhen I have this?
The only good thing carrying me into Monday is that Cassia finally gave herself to me. Granted, she picked a fight to get it started, trying to force my hand, but I called her bluff. She didn’t think I’d fuck her in her best friend’s bathroom.
“Do you like when I’m inside of you?”
“I think you know the answer to that question,” she says, voice shaky as I quicken the tight circles I’m tracing around her clit.
“What’s your biggest fear?”
“That everyone I love will die,” she says quickly.
I thrust into her a few times, hoping to distract her from the emotions that statement might carry. “Other than Wales, where would you want to travel to?”
“Spain.”
“Have you ever come for someone else?”
She sits forward, tightening the channel I’m thrusting into, glancing back at me. “Do you want me to lie?”
“No.”
“Yes, I’ve come for someone else.”
My jaw clenches. “Who?”
“You’re insane if you think I’ll tell you their names. How do I know you won’t go beat the shit out of them, after the way you kicked Crue’s ass?”
Bold of her to assume I’d leave them breathing. “Fine. Who did the best job?”
She averts her gaze.
I smirk and drive into her. “It’s me, isn’t it, baby?”
She remains silent.
My fingers move away from her clit, and she gasps, grabbing my hand and pulling it back.
“Fine! Yes, you do the best job.”
A dark chuckle rolls out of me. “Good girl.”
“Next.”
“Are you still counting questions?”
“No.”
“Me either,” I confess, pushing her out of my lap and spinning her around to straddle me, driving back into her before too much of my cum can leak out of her.
She bites her lip as she slides down my length, walls rippling, until her pussy finally rests against me. “Thought we were watching a movie.”
“Why watch that when I could watch you fall apart?” I grip her ass. “Ride me.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” She huffs, moving her hips despite her protest.
I watch Cassia’s face as she fucks me, the way her lips part, her eyes flutter closed when I smooth my thumb over her clit, and the way she surrenders to the moment as she finds her pace.
Who needs fuckingTwilightwhen I have this?
The only good thing carrying me into Monday is that Cassia finally gave herself to me. Granted, she picked a fight to get it started, trying to force my hand, but I called her bluff. She didn’t think I’d fuck her in her best friend’s bathroom.
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