sprawled crosswise on the rumpled bed. I heard the sound of a condom wrapper ripping, then his fingers again thrusting inside me. “Such a sexy ass,” he crooned, rubbing me while I flexed the muscles there. “I’m gonna remember this fine ass for a long time to come.”
Then he lifted me slightly and drove his cock into me from behind. I felt my pussy clench as he filled me…so full, so sweet. He got one of his hands under me and strummed my clit as he pumped into me. I saw stars. He pounded against me and I pressed just as hard back at him, flying high. “Come for me, princess.” He did something amazing with his fingers on my swollen clit. Then he added wickedly, “Say my name.”
I nearly did. But I was face down on the mattress and thankful for the folds of the sheet that gagged me enough to prevent it. I keened instead as my entire body soared into climax.
He was right behind me, and, in a way, I won. Because it was he who groaned, “Fuck, Cassie, fuck!” as he went rigid with his own orgasm.
I didn’t tease him about the name thing, though. I was too dizzy with delight. My body kept vibrating and the pulses in my core went on and on. I couldn’t remember any time when I’d been so thoroughly pleasured. I felt as if I was glowing from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Wow, this guy might be every kind of arrogant jerk, but he sure knew what he was doing in bed.
Chapter 6—Shane
I glanced down at Cassie’s naked ass, plump, juicy, wide hips. Perfection. Since this was officially my last night of freedom, I planned to throw down a few more rounds with her before I kissed her goodbye. The night was still young.
“Put your clothes on, babe.”
“You told me to stay naked? Are you kicking me out already?”
“You’re not going anywhere until I say so. Let’s get some food.”
“You’re taking me to dinner?”
“No, princess, I’m not taking you to dinner. I’m grabbing a bite to eat and you’re coming with me because I’m not through with you yet. I’ve worked up an appetite from that dive, and from fucking your sweet pussy.” This wasn’t a date—it was a hookup. I wasn’t cheap, but she wasn’t my girl, she would never be. Before this weekend was over, I’d be on the other side of the world. But at least for tonight, she’d be mine.
She dressed quickly, and we left my apartment. She started walking ahead to my bike, but I put my arm around her and led her into the greasy bar next to my place.
The waiter knew me and waved. I sat in the closest booth. When the waitress came by, I ordered a burger and a craft beer, Cassie ordered a quesadilla and a glass of Malbec.
Her eyes studied the bar the same way she had studied my apartment, no doubt doing some type of character profile of me. This place was a dump—classic dive, pool tables and an old school jukebox. A far cry from the bass-heavy dance clubs just a few blocks away, close to the beach.
We sat in awkward silence. Luckily the classic rock jams were loud enough to provide a perfect excuse for our lack of conversation.
When we finished eating, I threw down money for the bill.
She stood up. “Thanks. I guess I’m gonna go.”
“You’re not going anywhere but back to my place.”
I grabbed her, and kissed her on the lips. A long, deep kiss. My arms squeezing her ass.
Once outside, I pinned her on the side of the building, my cock pressing against her warmth. “Can you handle another round?”
“Yes. Yes, please.”
God, I loved that she said please. Within a few minutes we were back at my place. This time, she was less nervous. She stroked me above my jeans. Her fingernails were short, not painted. The kind that spent their days in salt water, not in nail salons. She was beautiful, naturally pretty. Most of the chicks I fucked in San Diego were bleached blond with fake tits, fake nails, fake lives. Though they were technically enrolled in school they barely attended class, never worked and instead chose
Then he lifted me slightly and drove his cock into me from behind. I felt my pussy clench as he filled me…so full, so sweet. He got one of his hands under me and strummed my clit as he pumped into me. I saw stars. He pounded against me and I pressed just as hard back at him, flying high. “Come for me, princess.” He did something amazing with his fingers on my swollen clit. Then he added wickedly, “Say my name.”
I nearly did. But I was face down on the mattress and thankful for the folds of the sheet that gagged me enough to prevent it. I keened instead as my entire body soared into climax.
He was right behind me, and, in a way, I won. Because it was he who groaned, “Fuck, Cassie, fuck!” as he went rigid with his own orgasm.
I didn’t tease him about the name thing, though. I was too dizzy with delight. My body kept vibrating and the pulses in my core went on and on. I couldn’t remember any time when I’d been so thoroughly pleasured. I felt as if I was glowing from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Wow, this guy might be every kind of arrogant jerk, but he sure knew what he was doing in bed.
Chapter 6—Shane
I glanced down at Cassie’s naked ass, plump, juicy, wide hips. Perfection. Since this was officially my last night of freedom, I planned to throw down a few more rounds with her before I kissed her goodbye. The night was still young.
“Put your clothes on, babe.”
“You told me to stay naked? Are you kicking me out already?”
“You’re not going anywhere until I say so. Let’s get some food.”
“You’re taking me to dinner?”
“No, princess, I’m not taking you to dinner. I’m grabbing a bite to eat and you’re coming with me because I’m not through with you yet. I’ve worked up an appetite from that dive, and from fucking your sweet pussy.” This wasn’t a date—it was a hookup. I wasn’t cheap, but she wasn’t my girl, she would never be. Before this weekend was over, I’d be on the other side of the world. But at least for tonight, she’d be mine.
She dressed quickly, and we left my apartment. She started walking ahead to my bike, but I put my arm around her and led her into the greasy bar next to my place.
The waiter knew me and waved. I sat in the closest booth. When the waitress came by, I ordered a burger and a craft beer, Cassie ordered a quesadilla and a glass of Malbec.
Her eyes studied the bar the same way she had studied my apartment, no doubt doing some type of character profile of me. This place was a dump—classic dive, pool tables and an old school jukebox. A far cry from the bass-heavy dance clubs just a few blocks away, close to the beach.
We sat in awkward silence. Luckily the classic rock jams were loud enough to provide a perfect excuse for our lack of conversation.
When we finished eating, I threw down money for the bill.
She stood up. “Thanks. I guess I’m gonna go.”
“You’re not going anywhere but back to my place.”
I grabbed her, and kissed her on the lips. A long, deep kiss. My arms squeezing her ass.
Once outside, I pinned her on the side of the building, my cock pressing against her warmth. “Can you handle another round?”
“Yes. Yes, please.”
God, I loved that she said please. Within a few minutes we were back at my place. This time, she was less nervous. She stroked me above my jeans. Her fingernails were short, not painted. The kind that spent their days in salt water, not in nail salons. She was beautiful, naturally pretty. Most of the chicks I fucked in San Diego were bleached blond with fake tits, fake nails, fake lives. Though they were technically enrolled in school they barely attended class, never worked and instead chose
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