Page 57 of The Monster and the Masochist

“What, baby? Feel good?” I rasped, using the muscles in my stomach to bring myself closer to her so I could lick a hot path up the column of her neck.

She quivered in my arms, and her breath was coming out in short, hot pants.

“Yes… fuck. You feel…” She rocked into me again. Her knee pressed between my legs with the movement, and I found myself grinding into her just as frantically.

“How does this feel so fucking good?” She was gasping now, and she dropped her head against mine, her gorgeous eyes fluttered as another full-body shiver seemed to consume her.

For a brief moment, I wondered if this was a horrible idea.

What if I was letting things go too far?

What if she felt ashamed after this and never wanted to speak to me again?

The thought of that was so terrifying, I nearly put a stop to everything right there.

But all my plans flew out the window when she clawed at the back of my neck, turning my face to meet her as her mouth desperately sought mine. The second her lips hit home, she sank her tongue deep into my mouth and stroked me into oblivion as she continued to ride my leg.

My thigh was soaked from how wet she was, and the lace was losing its integrity with each pass of her hips. What felt like a mini orgasm sparked through my clit as the lace of her panties slipped to the slide with her next thrust. Suddenly, her bare, slick pussy was on me, and the feel of her soaking wet cunt sliding over the flesh of my thigh made something in my brain explode.

“Holy fuck, Cass…” I gasped, pulling back slightly so I could watch her ride me again.

She was fully exposed now, and my mouth watered at the sight of her. I dug my thumbs harder into the crease of her hips, fighting off the instinct to slide one over her pretty pink clit.

Based on the sounds she was making, I didn’t think I was even going to need to stroke her to get her to where I wanted her to go. She seemed to be stimulating herself just fine on her own.

“You think you could come like this?” I rasped.

My voice cracked as the words tumbled from my mouth, and I held my breath as Cass wrapped her hand loosely around my throat to steady herself as she picked up the pace.

She nodded frantically, and another burning rush of wetness flooded my boxers at the thought of getting to see Cassandra Walker come.

“Do it, baby girl. Let me see.”

She was totally gone now, her brown eyes consumed with lust as she took what she needed from me. I lay beneath her, just happy to have the privilege of being used by this absolute goddess.

I greedily took in every detail as her orgasm grew. My eyes didn’t know where to settle, and my gaze darted over every inch of her as she rode me.

I wanted to memorize every moan, map every sound… immortalize every twitch, so I could play it over and over again in my head, especially since it was very possible I would never get to witness this again.

She was so fucking beautiful.

Her climax started slowly. Her rapid breaths began to catch, and her wet, kiss-swollen mouth parted as the first wave of pleasure took her.

She stiffened in my hands, and her back arched. Her peaked nipples stood out clearly beneath the silk of her blouse, and I ran my hands up her waist so I could tease them gently with my thumbs.

This seemed to be the last thing she needed to topple over the edge, and even more wetness flooded out of her. I groaned as she made a delicious mess of my thigh.

Her eyes widened–almost like the orgasm came as a surprise–and my entire body lit up with affection at how adorable she was.

“Th-theo!” she gasped, and I nearly fell over the edge with her as she dug her nails into my shoulders so hard she might have drawn blood.

“Fuck, Cass. That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me. Show me how pretty you are when you come,” I hummed as she whimpered and moaned my name over and over again.

God, I wish I could bottle that sound up and fucking bathe in it.

“Oh my god…I-I’m coming!” she choked, and a thrill of success rolled through me at her declaration. My body was fully on autopilot now, and I ground her harder into me–only a small flicker of concern blooming for the bruises I was sure I was burrowing into the perfect skin of her hips.

“You are, baby girl. You’re coming so good for me… Jesus, you’re fucking soaking me, Cassandra.”