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David slowly brushed his thumb along her folds, tracing them through the swimsuit, feeling the heat and wetness burning there. Somewhere deep, deep down, the moral man he’d been was desperately trying to drag his hand away. Screaming that this was wrong, that they needed to stop, but he couldn’t resist. All her sexy little moans were driving him crazy.
Cassandra didn’t object, nor did she move at all. She lay still beneath him, trembling as goose flesh rose up and down her legs, her breath coming hot and ragged as he stoked the liquid heat throbbing in her core.
This wasn’t the sweet and innocent girl he’d known and watched playing with dolls, pretending to be a Disney princess. That child was gone. She was a woman now. A lush and beautiful creature, with all a woman’s primitive hungers and needs.
She needed him.
And he was happy to oblige, gently pressing down, rubbing the pad of his thumb around her, feeling the heat burn. His fingers traced along the line of her thong, teasing around the fabric. His fingers caressed along her inner thighs before pushing beneath her suit into lush heat, making her gasp and roll her hips against him, inclining back and opening herself completely to his invading digits.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “This is a very bad idea.”
“No!” she sobbed in protest, squeezing her eyes shut against the rush of tingling pleasure as his finger curled to stroke the spot. “Please I’ve wanted this for so long, Mr Street- oh!” Her breath caught when his thumb strummed her covered clit, making her writhe beneath him. “I-I-I won’t tell anyone... please, I’ll be... such a good girl for you... I’ll never tell a soul... please...”
“Good, because even if I wanted to, I can’t stop now,” he promised, withdrawing the finger from her heat and offering it to her, teasing the pad across her soft pink lips. Obediently Cassandra opened and her pink tongue flicked out, tentatively tasting the cream coating the digit. She drew him in and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked it clean.
It was such an erotic display. If he were a younger man, he might have succumbed to his lust right there.
Age had its compensations.
Instead, he dipped his head and laid a feather soft kiss atop the nape of her neck. It was a surprisingly intimate gesture given their current position and she gasped a soft breathy moan as he did it again, and again, trailing kisses down her back. Slowly. So slowly. Slow enough to make her wriggle beneath him as the heated tension inside her wound in ever tighter knots with each flutter of his tongue. And as he kissed down the soft curve of her lower back, his fingers hooked under the strings of her bikini bottoms and dragged them down her legs.
The heady perfume of her desire rose up to greet him, invading his senses, making his mouth water. With his cock straining against its bonds, growing evermore uncomfortable by the second, he pulled back to admire his handiwork. “You’re so beautiful.”
It was the first time anyone had ever said that to her. Cassandra felt her skin burn with a heat that had nothing to do with the desire throbbing inside her. “No, please don’t stare at me like that...”
“But I want to,” he growled, raising one hand to gently caress the ever so slightly rounded swells of her derriere, marvelling at the silky softness of her skin. God she was just so perfect. Her ex must have been mad to even consider breaking up with her.
Shifting his hands ever so slightly, cupping the perfect handfuls of her cheeks, he spread them just enough to reveal the crinkled flesh of her rosebud and the slick swollen folds below. “Mmm... you’re so wet, you naughty girl.”
“Oh god, no please, this is so embarrassing, I can’t help-oh!” Her voice left her in a gasp when the tip of his tongue swirled around her pucker, sweeping and flitting and driving her wild. “No... please... not there... that’s so... dirty...”
“Yeah, and you like it, don’t you?” He switched tact, his hands drawing her to him while tonguing her tight little rosebud.
“Yes!” she sobbed, her back arching even as the world melted down to just the illicit feeling of his slick tongue driving through her sphincter to feast on her little asshole.
God she couldn’t believe she was letting him do this. And she couldn’t believe how good it felt. Though no virgin, Cassandra had never let anyone play with her butt. She’d just never been able to see how anyone could draw any pleasure from doing such things, but with Mr Street, it all just clicked. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for him, and her body knew it, relished it. Her body demanded it.
“Yeah, good girl...” he purred against her pucker, smirking inwardly as it made her shiver, working his tongue in and out against the clutch of her hole. “What do you want?”
“W-what? Oh... oh god...please... I-I-wait!” Panic flaring at the feeling of his tongue leaving her, she threw a look back over her shoulder to see him smirking back at her. “Don’t... don’t stop... please...”
With eyes dark and gleaming with a savage hunger, he seductively licked the taste of her from his lips. “Mmm... you’ve got such a tasty ass Cassandra, I could eat it for days...”
“No, don’t say that...” She’d never heard Mr Street talk like that before. She liked it. His crude words sent sensations tingling through her, hardening her nipples to tight points that ached to be sucked, before he rushed downwards once more.
“Then tell me what you want,” he purred, bending down to touch his lips to her hole in a soft butterfly kiss. Then, slowly kneading the lush curves of her derriere, spreading them wide, he gave the flesh between a long languorous lick. “Go on you dirty girl, give yourself over to your desires. Tell me the things you think about while playing with your pretty pink pussy. What naughty fantasies bring you to that hot sticky end...”
“I can’t... please... it’s embarrassing.” She couldn’t keep from panting now. Her heart pounded harder as he repeated the slow lick again, and again. Each one a little longer than the last and she couldn’t resist wriggling her hips back at him as the tip of his wicked tongue neared the font of her heat throbbing between her legs. A deliciously naughty jolt zipped straight through her centre.
She didn’t know how much longer she’d last if he kept this up. Why did it have to feel so good?
And then...
“If you say so...” The husky rasp of his voice tingled against her inner thighs, making her shudder and whimper. Then he dragged his tongue down her sex, through her swollen folds to flutter over her clit. Sweeping and swirling, stirring her lower belly into a wet, throbbing blaze.
Cassandra couldn’t stand it.
“Oh... oh god... no... please... don’t make me say it... I... I...” Back bowing, she squeezed her eyes shut against the storm, but it wasn’t enough. She was shaking, her climax building.
