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Sex had never been like this with his ex. To her, for all her extramarital activities, the Kama Sutra was a menu in an Indian takeaway. She’d been greedy and demanding, selfish in the quest for her own release.
Cassandra was as different as different could be and he wanted to show her how special she was, make her feel as treasured as she deserved.
Already close, he knew he couldn’t last long, so rather than holding back, he gave her everything. Draw and thrust, draw and thrust, over and over again as he pounded her slick folds, going deeper with every stroke, making sure she could feel every inch of him. The wet slap of their body’s meeting rang out with the squeaks and groans of the lounger beneath them.
Cassandra only moaned her approval, letting him take her, letting him take what he wanted as she moved with him, her ardour burning just as fiercely. Rocking beneath him, her tight sex clenching, squeezing him as he drove into her hard and fast, dominating her completely and sending her spiralling towards another climax.
God, if he kept this up much longer, she had no doubt she would be deliciously sore by the morning, and walking funny for days.
God, “Oh god… oh god… oh-oh M-Mr Street… Yeah… yeah… yeah… oh my god… oh- fuck! Fuck, that’s so fucking good!” She couldn’t stand it. It felt like the place where they were connected was melting away in a sparkling electric storm that tingled out to every nerve in her body. “Oh, fuck… oh… oh… oh my god, oh fuck, don’t stop, give me that dick, use my little pussy, give me all your fucking cock, I want it, I wa- oh- Oh fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming all over your cock…”
She was being too loud. They were out in the open, their modesty shielded only by the small wall that encircled the property. Anyone walking by would hear them. However, Cassandra didn’t give a damn. The almost nirvana-like high she was cresting left little care in her. Nothing could pull her from the incredible sensations sweeping through her like wildfire, shoving her to the point of madness.
“That’s it, Cass, cum for me, cum all over my dick as I fuck your brains out!” he growled, his jaw clenched tight, fighting to hold back his inevitable climax. His taut muscles flexed deliciously beneath his skin as he loomed over her, stretching out, his hands moving up from her waist to cage her beneath him as he drove into her, fucking her through her orgasm. Sweat glistened like oil across his brow and chest. His impossibly hard cock seemed to swell inside her.
And knowing that she could do this to him, push him to the brink of his sanity, drove Cassandra wild.
“Oh my god, please, feels too good, use me however you want, that’s your pussy, I just want to be your little fuck toy, I just… I just, oh god, I can’t take it, it’s too good. It’s too good!” Her voice died away as, trembling, shaking, she was hurled from her peak to tumble through time and space, lost in the stormy throes of the orgasm of her life.
“Yes, that’s it, cum, cum… cum- oh fuck!” he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back in a great bare-toothed growl as her sex bore down, wrapping around and milking his cock to the point he couldn’t hold back any longer. However, before he could pull out, her legs crossed, wrapping around him and locking at the ankles, drawing him in, needing to be closer.
“No… don’t… leave it in… I want to feel you cum inside me Mr Street, give it to me, fill me up with all your cum!” Then her hands were in his hair and their lips crashed together as he unleased rope after rope of creamy heat deep inside her.
They clung together until the tremors passed before disentangling from each other's embrace enough to roll, so Cassandra lay astride him on the sunbed with David still inside her. Panting hard with aftershocks still zinging through her, she buried her face in the crock of his shoulder, inhaling deeply, savouring the cocktail of their mixed scents upon an air of salt and sex. Cassandra relished the feel of his powerful arms enveloping her, holding her close, his cock softening and the warmth of his seed throbbing inside her. It just felt so right, so perfect, that she wanted nothing so much as to stay like this forever.
Despite herself, she couldn’t help a small chuckle.
Looking down, David arched a brow. “Something funny?”
“No, I was just thinking,” she mused, trailing one hand through the curls of his dark dusting of chest hair. “When Stacey told me the best way to get over Nathan was a quick hookup, I don’t think this is quite what she had in mind.”
“No, I bet not.” He gave a bark of laughter. “But I think I prefer our way.”
“Hmm…” she agreed. Spotting a stray drop of perspiration rolling down his neck, she quickly swept it up with a sweep of her tongue, following it up all the way to his ear. “But you know what?”
“What?” His mouth twisted in that devastating smirk. Deep inside her, his still semi-hard cock reawakened, stiffening, and lengthening like a serpentine phoenix rising from the ashes.
She pulled back to meet his eyes, biting her lip. “I’m not entirely sure I’m over him just yet. Maybe I need to take another plunge under my besties’ sexy daddy. What do you think?”
Thinking back to his office and his unfinished manuscript and the looming deadline, David couldn’t help but grin back. “Always do what the doctor orders…” Then he kissed her and pulled her back down onto the lounger.
He had till the end of the week to finish the book.
Plenty of time.
Josh Winchester had never thought his life would be like this.
Growing up, he had just been a simple lad with simple dreams. Finish school. Get a job. Marry his dream girl and have the two point five children. Live happily ever after like they always did on the telly.
Becoming a DotCom millionaire- back when such things had been possible- fresh out of college, and following it through to the list of top fifty billionaires certainly wasn’t part of the plan.
But when life gives you lemons, why settle for lemonade? Make a fucking cheesecake.
However, that cheesecake had become something of a tart these days.
Drained from the evening’s exertion, Josh hardly noticed the bing of his penthouse’s private elevator as the doors slid apart to reveal an opulence that had long since lost its sparkle.
Marble floors and gold inlay sounded nice, but when it all came down to it, the only difference between that and the stick-on gear you bought down at the DIY store, besides the price tag, was the prior just meant something else to polish.
