Page 35 of Cries of Cassie

We're not actually siblings. I was just some teenager living on the streets when Mom and Dad took me in and gave me shelter. Everyone on the compound calls them Mom and Dad too, so it's not weird. Would she think it's weird?

"Cassandra—"

"You're infuriating, you know that?" she snaps, cutting Parker off. With a frustrated huff, she dismisses him. "And a buzzkill. Ripley, please eat my pussy and tell me about all the bad shit you've done, later. I'd love to hear the story about how you got your road name, and I can guess, but could you please start by ripping an orgasm out of me?"

Cassidy out of patience is a version of her I can definitely get on board with, holy damn. Jesus, please don't let me laugh at a time like this.

"Yes, ma'am," Ripley rumbles and drops to his knees between her legs like a man ready to worship at her feet for all eternity. There's no hesitation, no request for something in return, just pure need to make her feel good.

This is really no punishment considering I'm almost positive she gets off on people watching her sink into pleasure. It doesn't need to be a punishment anyway. This is meant to be a step in the right direction. To show her we're all in this together. Even though I'm pissed at Parker for how he's treating her, I'm so fucking glad he's still sitting there, watching her cleavage heave up and down.

"Your tits are about to spill out of your fucking shirt," Parker growls and basically presses himself against the wall like he needs to be far away from her temptation. "Were you really going to leave the house like this today?"

"Fuck...you," she breathes at the same time Ripley sucks her clit into his mouth. Her creamy thighs stay wide, accommodating his large shoulders. She even dips one hand into Ripley's hair to ride his face. "Yessss, right there."

"So fucking sexy," I say, leveling out the rude comment from Parker.

The fucker just continues on as if now is the exact right time to piss her off. "I bet you like your nipples sucked on, huh? They're greedy like the rest of you. I can see them through your shirt. Just like every other fucker out there would have."

What's his game? I would like to enjoy the show and maybe have a little playtime of my own, but he's killing the fucking vibe.

"Parker," Maddox warns, standing a bit taller.

Good, so I'm not the only one ready to haul him away from her if she shows any signs of distress. I'm thankful for Ripley's ability to ignore it and continue sliding his thick tongue into her pussy. I know for a fact he won't forget it. He'll have Parker shoved against the wall as soon as he's done feasting on our woman.

Cassie's head tips back on a whimper as her body twitches and shudders. "More," she pleads, eyes fluttering shut for half a beat.

Unable to help myself any longer, I reach through the bars and caress the swell of her cleavage. Stunning. The moment I pull her tank top down to release her left tit, Ripley comes up for a breath of air.

I've never seen something so obscenely enticing as the way Cassie's juices drip from his fucking chin. Drunk on her, Ripley licks his lips, gathers some of her wetness, and fucks three fingers into her pussy.

I'm at a loss for words, but Parker isn't. "Fucking hell." He chuckles. "You've drenched him, and he's barely touched you. You really are a dirty⁠—"

"Parker!" Maddox snarls, readying to drag him away from Cassidy.

I don't know what's happening, but Cassie's not crying or glaring. Ripley bends down and presses the flat of his tongue against her clit, moving deliberately to bring her to climax. Taking their cue, I pinch her rosy pink nipple and twist, testing her pain tolerance.

"MORE!" she screams, back bowing, body tensing. It's not Ripley or me she's begging, though. Her free hand snatches the front of Parker's tank top and drags him close.

"Beg for it," Parker says with quiet control.

Red hair fanned out around her, Cassie trembles and whimpers. "Please, Parker. Please!"

I lock eyes with Maddox. Feeling slightly relieved that he's also a bit hesitant about this turn of events, neither of us move to stop it. Cassie's asking Parker for more.

The fucker hasn't touched her once, yet he has her undivided attention even while Ripley eats her out like a goddamn pro. "Come for me, my kinky slut," he snarls, then fucking punctuates his statement by spanking the side of her asscheek and thigh.

"FUUUUUCK YES!" Cassie screams, body undulating with a wave of pleasure, dislodging my hand from her chest. She's a damn masterpiece with her mouth open, releasing gasps and moans.

I can't help but study Parker as she comes down from her climax. What I see in his expression makes me a bit more confident about his intentions here, but I don't love the small frown on his face. Then he proves me wrong, and I don't care how he's feeling.

"I'll grab you a pair of sweatpants and a baggy shirt before you head to the garage," he grumbles and goes to stand.

Cassie grabs his wrist with perfect accuracy, even with her eyes closed. "You do that, and I will hide every hair gel bottle in this house."

Maddox elbows me in the side just as I'm about to crack up. I seriously love them together.

"You're going to the garage?" Mads interjects.