AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I’m absolutely sure,” I answer.
Just like that, I pick up where the movie left off. I am the girl who comes in the room, sees what she wants, and goes for it.
Chapter 10
Cass
She can’t go home, and we can’t put her anyplace else until we know she’s safe. She is safe here. Now what are we going to do with her?
Will vibrates with nervousness. Having her in our space crosses a line that we have both known is there, but never dared to name out loud. It is something that we always knew would happen, deep down. If there were ever a moment like this, the result was a foregone conclusion.
And she is perfect. The perfect beauty. The perfect attitude. She understands us, I can tell. She’s grown up around military men. She knows what kind of animals we are, what kind of choices we have to make. She’s not coming into this with her eyes closed.
We all know exactly what this is about.
The talking is over. She takes two steps in her bare feet toward Will, standing up on her toes to reach him. He doesn’t try to stop her. He opens his arms to catch her and she latches onto him completely. Arms looped behind his neck, back arching into him. He takes her in his arms without argument, scooping her up to lift her off the floor so that she is nearly his height.
Exactly. Exactly this. This is so right.
I come up behind her, reaching around to find the button of her jeans, sliding them back over her hips. Those pink panties again, so soft, so flimsy. I barely want to touch them, afraid that they will come apart in threads.
But I need to see more of her. As she kisses Will, I find myself toying with the elastic on the panties, and then pulling them down. There’s nothing else I can do. They need to be gone.
Her legs are long and tanned, strong like a runner. Her skin is soft under my hands, and she’s pliant, pliable, moving with me effortlessly.
As she kisses Will, I spread her thighs with my thumbs, looking for that soft, pink seam. To my surprise, she’s totally bare. Completely shaven. Nothing hidden, nothing obscured from view. Just this perfect, plump pussy, ready to be spread.
All my conscious thought clicks off like a light switch, and my brain is just filled with images, commands, urges to be obeyed. Her thighs are firm in my hands as I spread her legs, opening that seam little by little. Her secret inner lips are like a stripe of bubblegum, glistening wet, begging to be tasted. Before I know it I’ve dragged my tongue over those frilly edges, relishing the velvety texture of a newly shaved pussy, trying to keep myself from taking the whole thing in my mouth at once.
But when she moans, pushing back against my face, I can’t help myself. Her pussy lips fit inside my mouth perfectly, and I suck at them madly, rolling my tongue over the surface back and forth before diving into the channel, plunging deeper with every swipe.
Her juices are thick and sweet, just like her mouth. On my knees, I position her so that she straddles my face and I suck voraciously at those lips. She wiggles against me without restraint, driving me insane. It’s like a starving man given a drop to drink. I need it, all of it. I can’t hold back.
Her pussy is so tight, the entrance is barely a slit. I can see it, but I don’t think anyone has ever been in there. A virgin? Jesus.
“On the floor,” I hear myself grunt, before picking her up and moving her to the center of the rug. “I need more room.”
Will takes the change in position as an opportunity to take off her halter, snapping the closure of her bra at the same time. Her tits are round and firm, topped by candy-pink nipples that end in small, serious points. He has one in his mouth before she lies down and the sound of her moans pushes me even further.
“Keep her moaning,” I direct him. “I want to open her up.”
Will doesn’t say anything, just begins rolling her nipples between his fingers, kissing her until she arches her back. Her knees fall open, trembling as her hips rock with every wave of desire.
Now that I can really look at her, I see how beautiful she is. Plump, juicy pussy lips like perfect handfuls. Shaved absolutely smooth, all the way back to her puckered, perfect little asshole. Her inner lips are frilly and pale, glistening like they are dusted with sugar. At the top is her shy, hooded clitoris, as fat as a pearl.
Gently, I push the hood back just a tiny bit. I know I need to use just the smallest amount of friction on this delicate, hidden part of her, but I want to drive her mad. I want her beyond sanity. I want her to give in completely to anything we might want to do to her.
She gasps when my tongue slides over her clit, and I feel her lips clench and then relax. Again, I roll her clit under my tongue, swirling at the edges. Then again. Then again, until she rocks against me, syncing her motions with mine.
She is almost there, I can tell. Will has her tits covered in glossy tongue marks as he teases and tempts her to higher and higher levels of desire.
A gush of nectar coats my tongue, and I take that tiny pearl in my lips, suckling insistently, gently battering it with my tongue until she flexes her knees, pushing hard against me. She squeals a shuddering arpeggio of bliss and flexes her knees against my ears. Will is relentless, laving her tits as she heaves beneath him.
My face is soaked. I can feel her cum drying on my chin. But still, when Will catches my eye I practically want to salute him.
As soon as I am certain she is okay, sleepy and shivering in the half-life of her orgasm, I have to sneak away. I’m going to explode.
I rush to the bathroom, painfully aware of the throbbing, rock-hard erection that threatens to burst through my jeans. The shower snaps on, blasting the room full of sound and steam. With my forearm against the tile wall, I let the water course down my back and fist myself two, three, four times, the image of her perfect pink pussy vivid in my mind.
