Page 92 of Double Standards

In one smooth lift, her legs wrap around my waist and I carry her through the apartment, not caring where we land.

She breathes against my lips, “End of the hallway,” and that’s all the direction I need.

I find her room and kick the door open. She drops onto thebed with a soft bounce, her hair fanning around her like a halo. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she really did fall from heaven.

That’s how far gone I am.

She beams at me, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes burning.

With a swift kick, I shut the door. I’m on her in a heartbeat, crawling over her like a man possessed. My hands roam her body, memorizing every dip and curve. I tug up her sweater.

“Off,” I command.

I strip off my jacket, tearing at my tie and fumbling out of my shirt. When I look up, my heart stutters. She’s a vision in black lace. Lacy cups cling to the perfect tits I ache to taste, sheer fabric hugs the ass I want to spank, and between her thighs… the prize I’m starving for.

Cassie steps toward me, lust in every breath. Her eyes lock on mine with a hunger so intense it flips something primal inside me. I’m always the predator. But with her? I feel hunted—andfuck, I love it.

“Hey,” she whispers, brushing a kiss against my lips.

“Hey.”

Her hands trail down my chest, peeling my shirt open like I’m her favorite gift. Then, without warning, she sinks to her knees like it’s her throne, like she owns this moment—and maybe she does. With deft fingers and a smirk playing on her lips, she undoes my belt, tugging my pants down in one fluid motion. My cock springs free, already rock-hard, veins pulsing, aching for her. The air hits it and I suck in a breath. She doesn’t flinch.

Her confidence is fucking lethal. Her eyes flash wickedly, dark with hunger and intent. No teasing words. No coy smile. Just pure, unfiltered desire.

She leans in, close enough that her breath skims the tip of my cock, and I twitch involuntarily. She sees it, feels the power she holds, andfuck, it turns her on. I can see it in the way her pupils dilate, in the quiet gasp she doesn’t even realize she lets out.

Her fingers trail up my thighs, the lightest graze, a whisper ofa touch, but it sends electricity zipping through my body. My muscles tense, anticipating. Needing. Every nerve ending is laser-focused on her and the path of her hands.

Pre-cum beads at the head, glistening. She licks her lips, slow and deliberate, then drags one perfectly manicured finger through it, eyes locked on mine before sucking it into her mouth. She’s silent, but her every move screams control, hunger, promise. I’ve never been so ready. So undone. So fucking hers.

“You want me to fuck your mouth, baby?” I growl, voice ragged.

She nods silently, her forest-green eyes locked on mine under thick lashes.

“Come here, beautiful,” I murmur, threading my fingers into her golden hair and guiding her to the tip of my cock.

Her mouth envelops me. Hot. Wet. Fucking perfect.

A moan rips from my throat.

Her tongue licks up the shaft before her lips slide down, cheeks hollowing as she sucks me deep. One hand joins her mouth, stroking in rhythm, firm and eager. Her hum of pleasure vibrates through my cock.

“Fuck,” I groan again, eyes rolling back as I look down to watch her work me. She cups my balls and I swear I see stars. My release builds fast, a wildfire in my spine. She doesn’t stop. She sucks harder, strokes faster, her moans pushing me over the edge.

“F–fuck!” I cry out, hips jerking as I come in her mouth. “Cassie…”

She swallows it all, milking me dry before pulling her mouth off with a soft pop, lips glistening. She crawls back onto the bed, breathless and flushed.

“What the hell was that, Cassie?” I rasp, stalking towards her. My voice is sharp with shock, and she flinches. “I knew you had a dirty mouth but… fuck.” I step closer, laughing low in my chest.

She hides behind a blush, cheeks burning, looking adorably shy, and completely wrecked.

I grab her hands and pull her into my lap, spinning us around until I’m seated and she’s straddling me. “Sit on my face.”

A soft squeak escapes her lips. Nailed it.

“Axel, I?—”