Page 25 of Session 33
“That’s it, baby,” I said, my voice rough as I kissed my way down her body. I stopped to swirl my tongue in and out of her belly button.
“Cassius,” she moaned again, this time louder, more desperate. Her fingers slid into my hair, gripping tight, pushing my head lower.
I let her guide me, kissing lower, stopping just above the place I knew she needed me most. I could feel the heat coming off her, smell the sweet scent of her arousal.
Taking her leg, I hooked it over my shoulder, letting my lips graze her inner thigh. Her skin was so soft, smooth, smelling like cocoa butter and sex. I kissed her mouth, then glided my tongue between her folds. Her body swayed like she couldn’t hold herself up, so I eased her down onto the floor, laying her out like the gift she was.
Sliding my finger between her folds, I felt how slick, warm, and ready she was. “Damn, Angel,” I murmured. “This pussy’s so damn pretty.”
Her moan was the only answer I needed.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice shaky, breathless. “Please, Cassius… make me cum. I need to cum.”
Hearing her beg like that? That soft, needy little whimper in her voice? It made my dick throb so bad it hurt. But I wasn’t rushing this.
Leaning in, I let my tongue slide along her folds. Then I did it again, this time flicking her clit. She bucked, her hips lifting off the floor, trying to push herself into my mouth. I held her there, gripping her thighs as I sucked her clit between my lips.
“Oh shit, Cassius… please don’t stop,” she panted, her voice breaking.
She reached down, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, forcing me to go deeper. Her thighs tried to wrap around my head, but I wasn’t letting her close me in. Not yet. I pinned her legs open, keeping her spread wide as I sucked and licked and worked her until her hips were grinding against my tongue.
She was so close—I could feel it, the way her body tensed, the way her moans got louder, higher, sharper. But I pulled back before she tipped over the edge, my lips wet from her, my chin slick. She let out this frustrated little cry.
I knew it was dirty as hell, but there was no way I was leaving there without fucking her. I didn’t need her cumming in my mouth and then coming to her senses. I kissed my way back up her body, stopping at her breasts to pull my shirt over my head. She ran her hands up and down the planes of my chest as I sucked her nipple into my mouth, distracting her while I unfastened my belt and pushed my pants off.
I didn’t even bother taking my boxers off all the way. My dick was too hard. I pulled it through the hole, the head already slick with pre-cum, and pressed it against her wet pussy.
She gasped, her nails digging into my arms as she ground against me. “Cassius…”
Fifteen years and I had never been in anybody raw. But I wasn’t stopping.
Slowly, I started to push inside her, inch by inch. I couldn’t go fast—she was so tight. My head fell forward, resting on her chest as I fought to keep control.
“Shit, Angel,” I groaned.
Her hands slid down my back, her nails biting into my skin before she gripped my ass and pulled me deeper. The heat was too much, the way she wrapped around me was too good. I lost it.
I nutted harder than I ever had in my life, her pussy squeezing me, milking me, dragging every last drop of cum out of me.
I bit my tongue to keep from crying out, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. She didn’t even realize what I’d done.
Lucky for me, it took more than one nut to make my dick go soft.
I kept stroking.
Every time I slowed down, she threw it back harder, her hips rolling like she was trying to make me lose my damn mind.
“Cass…” she whimpered again, her voice trailing off.
“You feel me?” I rasped, my voice low and rough. “Feel how deep I am right now?”
“Oh, my God, Cassius. I feel you,” she cried, her voice cracking, her body trembling beneath me.
“It feel good to you, baby?”
She nodded, her nails scraping down my shoulders. Then her voice broke, her words coming out rushed, frantic.
“Cass…” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I’m about to—”