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)
“Keep them on me,” he ordered. I could hear the tightness in his voice and knew that I wasn’t the only one trying to stave off my climax.
I wasn’t sure if I managed a nod, but I didn’t hesitate to do what he said. Despite his demands and orders, Cass’s entry into my body was gentle and slow. It didn’t hurt. Yes, there was pressure and some discomfort, but he kept adding more of his saliva to my hole as well as his finger and waited until my body relaxed enough that he was able to push his finger past the outer muscles trying to prevent his entry.
I cried out as my muscles stretched to accommodate him. I’d forgotten to keep my eyes on Cass the whole time but when I opened them, he had his eyes shut. I got to watch him as the pleasure flooded his body with anticipation. I doubted he was going to be following his finger with his much thicker dick today, but he was being given a hint of what would one day come.
“So tight,” he said roughly when he opened his eyes. He began to gently slide his finger in and out of me, going a little deeper each time. Since I didn’t want slow or gentle because it felt too fucking good, on his next push forward, I lifted my hips, forcing Cass’s finger to drive deeper into me. I couldn’t tell if he was in as far as he could go or not, but it didn’t matter, because his dominance returned with just that one move.
“Wrap your legs around me,” Cass snapped.
I obeyed and moaned when he slid even deeper into me. “Yes,” I croaked. He didn’t give me any time to get used to the sensation of him filling me because he drew his finger so far back that I was sure he was going to pull it free of my body. “No, Cass, don’t stop—”
Cass thrust his finger forward.
Hard.
The well-lubed finger stretched my inner muscles, but the faster he pumped the digit in and out of me, the more intense the friction began to get. I’d been on the edge of release from the moment Cass had slid his finger into me, so the finger fucking was winding that mysterious coil inside of me so that my entire body got tighter and tighter, the pressure building to an almost unbearable level.
“Cass,” I gasped. “I need to come!”
He bent over me but continued to thrust his finger in and out of me, sending me higher and higher with each pass. Our hard dicks slid over each other, creating their own unique kind of friction. Cass’s free hand released my dick so he could grip my shoulder in order to use my own body as leverage as he fucked me. His sweat dripped onto me and my pre-cum smeared his dick and abdomen. We were so close to being one.
I was so lost in how good it felt to have even a part of Cass inside of me that it took me a moment to feel his hot breath mingling with mine. I opened my eyes to find his locked on mine. “Please, JJ.”
Since Cass was the one in control of our physical pleasure, I wasn’t sure what he was asking me for, so I followed my gut and cupped the back of his neck to draw him down for a searing kiss. His cock mashed against mine, causing unbearable friction each time his finger thrust deep inside of me. His hips slammed against mine with each forward push, so just like me, Cass was responding like he was really fucking me.
I dropped one hand from his face and reached between our bodies. I managed to fist his slick cock, applying just the right amount of pressure that I hoped would mimic his cock sliding in and out of me instead of just his finger.
“Yes,” Cass groaned as his grunts matched his hard thrusts forward. Despite the hard fuck he was giving both my hand and my ass, his kiss was gentle and light. He whispered my name every time he stopped kissing me long enough to take a breath. His entire body was shaking, and his shirt was sticking to his body from the sweat. I would have given nearly anything to feel his hot skin against mine, but I wasn’t about to remove either of my hands—the one gripping his dick, the other cupping his cheek—to make that happen.
His state of dress or undress wasn’t what he wanted, anyway. What he wanted, what he needed was the reminder that what we had was real, that he wasn’t caught up in a dream that would leave him waking up alone in the darkness of his prison cell. Cass could have jerked himself off to any fantasy of fucking me, but he wouldn’t have been able to feel my love with every kiss I pressed against his lips. He wouldn’t have heard my words telling him how good he felt inside of me and how much I loved him. He wouldn’t have felt our bodies moving as one. He wouldn’t have been safe like he was at this very moment, just him and me in our own little slice of reality where nothing and no one could ever touch us.