Page 112 of Cassio

“Who are you thinking of?” I asked in a smooth tone.

“You.” Fucking right!

Her arousal fragranced the air and I was getting high on it. The slick sounds of her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy echoed through the room. She was close. I could tell by her deepened flush, her hazed look, and her mouth slightly agape.

“Are you thinking about my hard cock inside your tight cunt? Or are you thinking about me tongue fucking that tasty little pussy until you come all over my face?”

Still on her knees, her thighs trembled, a soft whimper left her lips and her fingers worked faster at my filthy questions. Her eyes fluttered, an expression of bliss on her face.

I couldn’t stay away anymore. I stalked to the bed and grasped her chin in my hand, forcing her to look at me.

“Answer. Me.”

“Both,” she gasped. “I want your mouth on me and then I want you filling me with your cock.”

Fuck.

I gripped her wrist and forced her to stop fingering herself.

“Hunter,” she protested on a soft whine. “Please.”

“Have you thought about me since Vegas?” I growled, her eyes hazed with lust. She whimpered in protest. “Tell me,” I demanded.

“Yes,” she panted. “All the time.”

I pushed her down on the bed, pulling my tie off in one swift move, then pinning her wrists above her head and tying them together.

“W-what are you doing?” A flash of fear entered her eyes and something clenched inside my chest.

I lowered my head and stopped an inch from her mouth. My lips brushed against hers as I said, “I want to pleasure you until you beg me to stop.” Pressing a soft kiss on her lips. “Want me to untie you?”

A mixture of trepidation and anticipation filled her face. She shook her head in answer, and I captured her mouth in another deep kiss. Then I trailed my mouth across her cheek.

“My brave woman,” I murmured against her soft skin. Her strength made me want to pound my chest in pride. “If you want me to stop at any time,” I rasped against her ear. “Just tell me and I will.”

I moved my way down her neck, tasting her skin, nipping and leaving marks. I wanted to mark her so the entire world knew she was mine. When I reached her breasts, I sucked on her nipples, then gently bit it and a loud moan slipped past her lips.

“Hunter,” she begged. “I need… I need…”

Her back arched off the bed, her wrists tugging on the binding.

“Tell me,” I groaned. “Tell me what you need and it’s yours.”

I tugged on her nipple with my teeth while I pushed one finger inside her.Sweet Jesus, she is tight.Tight and drenched.

I kissed my way down her soft stomach, tasting her skin as I pushed my finger deeper inside her before pulling it out, then thrust again.

“Butterfly, tell me what you need.”

“Please,” she moaned. “I need to come.”

I lifted my head and those gorgeous blue eyes shone with unadulterated desire. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

“You will,” I promised, lowering my head and inhaling deeply. Her sweet smell was addictive. I gently scraped my teeth over her clit, then sucked on it and Áine bucked. I lapped at her juices as she ground against my face, her movements jerky and frantic.

“Please, please,” she chanted. “Oh my fucking God. Yes!”

Her pleading whines grew louder and her movements desperate as I continued fingering her. I pressed my thumb against her clit and curled my finger inside her hitting her spot.