Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
If I made this decision, it could destroy me. It would be as bad as the agony I’d felt when I’d first learned he’d shot me and killed three others and had already been convicted of the crime by the time I woke up from my coma.
Now, when it came down to it, as big as the decision was, as important as it was, it ended up being one of the easiest things I’d ever done. The way Cass was watching me made it easy. The way he loved me made it easy. The way he’d forgiven me, comforted me, protected me… trusted me—those were the only things I thought of anymore when I was with him.
Although it had felt like hours since Cass had ordered me to put my head back down so I was flat on the table like he wanted, I knew it hadn’t been more than a few dozen seconds.
There was something freeing and yet still terrifying about giving up control. Not knowing what was going to happen… a few weeks ago, I wouldn’t have given a shit about that. But now I did care, so as I listened for the sound of a zipper being drawn down or the distinct tearing of foil, I couldn’t be sure if it was because I was nervous in a good way or in a bad way. All I could do was lie there, completely exposed, my trust in the hands of a man I’d loved from the time I’d understood what love was, regardless of the handful of times he and I had been together in the same room over the span of more than a decade.
Despite the prolonged silence and lack of movement, I stayed where I was. I’d closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to look at the ugly light fixture above my head, so I wasn’t expecting what happened next. I whimpered when Cass’s mouth opened over mine and he stole several heart-wrenching kisses that both left my toes curling and my dick hardening as well as my heart swelling with love for the man who was proving to me that he understood what I’d given him.
I kissed Cass back, but I didn’t try to take control of the kiss. I just relished every brush of his lips over mine. Since most of his upper body was lying flush with mine on the small table, the roughness of his clothes over my completely bare skin was causing sparks of energy to flare to life beneath my skin.
When he broke the kiss, I expected him to stand back up, but instead he rubbed his pointer finger over my lips before saying, “Open.” I opened my mouth and greedily sucked on Cass’s finger until he brusquely said, “Get it wet.”
His words weren’t a request.
I gave his finger a few more hard sucks to show him what I’d be particularly good at once we got around to it, but Cass’s hard eyes darkened even more, and he let out a warning growl. A shiver shot down my spine and right to my balls. I coated his finger with as much saliva as I could. The second I opened my mouth to release his finger, it was replaced with a hungry, demanding tongue. At some point, Cass had released his dick from his jeans because when he shifted his weight, I felt his shaft slide over mine. His pre-cum was sliding down my cock. The heat of it had me seeing stars.
“I’m going to come,” I groaned as Cass’s juices mixed with mine.
“No, you’re not,” he said simply.
Again, not a request. I tried to think of anything besides the pressure in my balls. Cass ended up giving me the distraction I needed when his finger, the one I’d had in my mouth, brushed my hole. His other hand wrapped around the base of my dick.
Hard.
It felt so good I was sure I was going to stop breathing at any moment. Before I’d managed to figure out what his tight grip was doing, his finger began to press inside of me.
“Oh, God,” I cried out. Even as my body instinctively tried to keep Cass’s finger from passing through the layers of muscle that protested his entry, every other part of me felt like it was drawing the digit in. I didn’t even care that it was going to hurt like it always had before. My body felt so empty, so lost…
“Look at me!” Cass demanded.
I was sweaty and covered in spit and pre-cum, but I’d never felt more beautiful when I opened my eyes and saw the way Cass was looking at me. His dominance, his lust, his control—they were all there. But pleasure, the kind you only found through pure joy and peace and knowing that whatever lay ahead wasn’t as important as what you held in your hands in that exact moment, was just further proof that he loved me. It didn’t matter if our lovemaking was slow and passionate or hard and rough, it was all still bound in love.