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I nod down at her, and then a slow, curious thrust into her mouth—and Cassie just closes her eyes with another soft hum around me. I slide over her tongue slowly but purposefully, pushing deep into her mouth, as deep as I can until I hear the little sounds she makes in resistance, immediately drawing back out as I gauge how much she can take. I repeat the entire process to get a feel for her, my teeth grinding together and my cock painfully hard with the need to come, but I hold on as I do it all again, andagain—each thrust coming just a little faster than the last.
“There is no goddamned part of you”—I close my eyes as I give her hair a soft tug and tilt her head back as I start to rock in and out of her mouth faster—“I don’t want to fuck.”
She whimpers when I drive a little deeper—eyes bleary andwet—but she doesn’t shy away. She pushes herself up straighter on her knees, wrist still working furiously as she teases her clit—opening a little wider as my cock nudges at the back of herthroat.
“Fuck,”I rasp. “Gonna come. Are you close?”
She only closes her lips around me in answer, forcing me to feel every wet inch of her mouth as I delve inside again and again andagain.There’s a soft mewling in her throat that is sharp and staccato as it builds and builds, morphing into a quiet moan as her body begins to tremble, one that reverberates around every inch of my cock and pulls me right over the edge.
My breath leaves me in a rush as I grunt through it, holding my cock in her mouth with a heavy press against the back of her head as I spill into her throat. I can feel her swallowing around me, taking everything I give her—stars blooming in my vision from the sheer pleasure of it all.
My ragged breath is the only sound that remains in the quiet kitchen after—my fingers unwinding from her hair one by one as I pull away to let my softening cock fall from her mouth. I help her up on shaky legs as I pull her against my chest, not caring in the slightest that my come is probably still on her tongue as my hand wraps forcefully around the back of her neck to pull her in for a kiss.
Her hands flatten against my chest as I cage her in, kissing her deeply as my heart slowly begins to cease its erratic pounding.
She scratches her nails playfully against my shirt. “Feel better?”
“I don’t think they have a word for how I feel,” I say with a huff of a laugh. I let my lips slant against hers again briefly before muttering, “How are you so perfect?”
She doesn’t answer, but that shy grin at her mouth speaks volumes—at least for me. How am I supposed to get a handle on all the things she makes me feel when she looks at me like that?
“You know... if you set an early enough alarm, you could probably get away with sleeping in my bed.”
“Is that so.” My eyes dip to her mouth. “I can’t promise you I’ll let you sleep.”
Her smile hitches up a fraction as she gives my hand a tug, leading me out of the kitchen toward the stairs. I go easily, because how can I not—thinking about the trouble that I’m in. Because I still have no idea how to make sense of the things I’m feeling, the things Iwant—nor do I have any way to combat the strange worry they bring, the anxieties that come with getting myself deeper and deeper in this thing we’ve started until we get to a point where I might not survive the end of it. But at this point... I’m not sure if there’s anything I can do about it—no way to turn any of itoff.
I know deep down... it’s too late for that now.
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It’s also kind of weird just calling you “A.”
I know. I’m not very creative.
I wonder about that too. What your real name is.
Sometimes I wish you knew.
I want to hear you screaming it when you come.
CHAPTER 17
Cassie
Why didn’t you bring my girl with you?”
I cock an eyebrow at Wanda. “Oh, so Sophie is your girl now? Have I been replaced by a younger woman?”
“The heart wants what the heart wants,” Wanda says with a shrug.
“Right,” I laugh. “Sophie doesn’t get out of school for a couple more hours.”
“Well, boo.” Wanda shuffles out of the kitchen to settle down in her chair. “Seems like she had a lot of fun on her birthday. It’s all she talked about that day you brought the cake over.”
“She had a blast. She’d have worn that princess dress to school if we’d let her.”
“I forgot to give her the present I bought her the other day,” Wanda says. “Make sure you take it to her, yeah?”
