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“This pussy is so fucking perfect.” He pushes his middle finger inside, curling it as he pulls it out brusquely, and all my blood seeps to the surface. “Such a pretty fucking cunt…”
I close my eyes at the feel of his fingers pinching my clit. “Casper…”
“But you know what I also love about you, Trouble?” Our eyes meet as he spits down at my throbbing core. His fingers trail from my clit, dragging his spit to my pussy as he dips the tips into my entrance and then works them lower. “I love your tight, little arse.”
Smearing his spit and my juices over my hole, he slaps his cock on my clit before stroking it down to my pussy, just as he did with his fingers, except when he reaches my arsehole, he adds pressure. He eases when I sputter a pained groan.
“Touch yourself,” he orders before he spits again, and this time, he massages it between my hole and my pussy at the same time as he rocks into me, adding more and more pressure until I feel him breach the ring of muscle. “You’re so fucking tight.”
And he’s so fucking big that just the tip makes me feel ready to burst. I’m so fucking full that my moans and cries are pushed out of me as he inches in deeper and deeper until his groin is flush to me and the air is littered with our desperate breaths and groans.
“Casper,” I gasp as he strokes in and out in shallow thrusts. Curling his hands under my thighs, he holds me where he wants me while he fucks me. Not hard and fast like before. His momentum is slow and measured, taking me in a way so lewd, and yet he is gentle.
It’s the perfect depiction of the man I’m so irrevocably in love with. Casper is rough, volatile…brutal. He has no depth to his violence and his darkness. In the exact same way, he has no cap or limit on his love and his devotion.
My moans become louder, more frenzied as my orgasm sparks again. His strokes pick up. Like a match to gasoline, it flames through me the minute he pushes a finger inside me.
“Oh my God. Oh my…Oh my…Oh fuck…” I chant as I tremble, my body wracking with the pleasure from his thrusts as he bottoms out inside me again and again, his blunt strokes punctuated by his beautiful moans.
“You like that, baby?” he asks, eyes hazed as he looks beyond me.
“Yes,” I tell him. When I try to tip my head back to follow his line of sight, he grabs my chin, holding my face so that I can only look at him.
“You want to come again?” He spears so deep that my reply rips from me in a shrill cry.
“Yes!”
Rutting into my body with guttural grunts, he punishes my flesh in such a way that every single one of my pores lights up. Goosebumps cover my skin as the cool air chills my beaded sweat.
Fuck, it doesn’t take much more for my body to start clenching, seeking out his harder thrusts and needing more.
“Harder. Please, fuck me harder.”
He doesn’t. He maintains the same tempo, depth…rhythm.
“Casper, please!”
“You want me to let you come?”
“Uh-huh.”
The hand still holding my face strokes
down to the column of my throat, then back up to tilt my face so that I can look where he is looking to.
“Then tell him who you belong to.”
Chilled blue eyes fall to mine. I don’t know what possesses me, but all I can scream as Casper holds my face to Ryan’s and our skin slaps in the stark silence is “You!”
“Who, Fleur? Who do you belong to?” He pulls out of my arse brusquely, his cock slapping to my cunt before he begins stroking himself with the same violent force as he rubs at my clit. “Tell him.”
“You,” I choke out, coming as hard as the first time. His hot cum spurts over my skin as I continue, “You, Casper. You.”
Tears roll down my temples even as the heat of my orgasm continues wracking through me in jagged waves. A tsunami of feeling. Love, hate, sorrow, shame, and joy.
Working his cum into my skin, Casper releases my throat, allowing me to look away from the other man watching me. Us.
Ryan doesn’t move. His face is blank. His stance is no different to what it was outside the breakfast room. My heart hurts for him just as it hurts for Casper. This stand-off is because of me, and I hate it.
