Page 21 of The Casella King

She squeezes her eyes shut and opens them again. “No, we should just keep this professional.” She grabs her dress from the floor, bringing it to cover her body and sprints into the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her. My cock strains against the material of my boxer briefs as I tip my head back and groan at the memory of her in her underwear.

How does she affect me this way? How can the mere thought of her naked have me ready to drop to my knees and beg for her to wrap her legs around my face?

I’m fucked.

I gave Aries some space last night after the intense moment we shared. I waited until she fell asleep, not to be a gentleman, but so I could get my mind off being inside her. If I had climbed into the bed with her right there and then, I know I wouldn’t have been able to control my want for her. I need to ensure she agrees to my proposal, so I can’t fuck this up, no matter how much I want her.

This morning’s jog felt a lot more peaceful than usual, probably since I didn’t have my entire family down my throat about the empire and securing the fucking bloodline, but the worry of the rest of it did creep in. The burden of taking on the family empire built on the blood of countless men before me. I shake off the thoughts as I wipe my forehead with the bottom of my shirt. I left Aries at the cabin, not wanting to wake her since she seemed comfortable in bed. It took everything in me not to pull myself off last night, my dick was throbbing, and my balls felt like fucking bowling balls.

One reason I love this place is that there’s no one here—it’s completely empty, just grass, air, and water. Such a perfect place to clear my head. I take a seat on the grass, watching the river flow by and wonder if Aries is awake yet. Pulling out my phone, I open the security app I have of all the cameras around the cabin. I click on the bedroom camera that faces the bed, and my heart picks up speed as I watch Aries slowly peel off the covers and walk out to the lounge room. She calls out my name and waits, then walks back into the bedroom, looking around. She waits a little longer, staring at the bedside table. She pulls out something small and gets back onto the bed. My dick jumpsto attention at what I see next. She slowly pries her underwear down, reaching between her legs, and lets out a soft moan.

Is she fucking pleasuring herself?

On my fucking bed?

I can’t peel my eyes away from my phone as I watch her, one hand on her breast and the other between her legs.

Looking around to make sure I’m alone, I slide my hand into my pants, pulling out my cock and wrapping my hand around it as I watch my fiancée pleasure herself. Her moans begin to get throatier as she bucks her hips, my hand pumps up and down my cock at the sight of her, my chest heaving. I haven’t pulled myself off in a long time, I’ve never needed to, but fuck, watching Aries give herself pleasure,on my bed, is enough to make me explode. She pulls her top up, exposing her bare breasts, and the sight alone is enough to make me finish, with a few last pumps, I groan as I cum all over my stomach. I watch as she continues to pleasure herself, getting lost in the moment, closing her eyes, she whispers something, then she almost yells it.

“Ezra!” she screams as her body shakes, her moans filtering from my speakers. I watch as she comes down from her high, her breathing returning to normal, she places her little purple friend back into the nightstand. There is no chance of hiding the grin on my face right now. I just watched my fiancée pleasure herself, on my bed, and scream outmyname when she came. What more proof did I need that she was into me?

After cleaning myself off, I jog back to the cabin. Walking into the lounge room, I notice Aries has showered and is wearing a pair of yoga pants and a tank. She’s sat on the lounge with a book in her hand, and from what I can tell, standing from here, it’s an Agatha Christie book.

“Did you sleep well?” I question with a smirk.

She looks over to me and smiles, a rosy colour to her cheeks. “I did, thank you for asking.” I nod and walk over to the bedroom door, the bed has been made, and clothes put away.

“How was your morning?”

“Fine.” She shrugs. “I could use some food, though. Do we have anything to eat?”

I bet—that orgasm sure looked appetite inducing.

“There are some eggs in the fridge, help yourself.” I take off my singlet and feel her eyes on me. “I’m taking a shower.” I walk into the bedroom that’s been completely seized by her floral scent, I take a deep breath in, and try my best not to jerk offagainto the image of her on my bed. My dick is rock fucking hard as I stand under the water, thinking about all the ways I want to make her scream my name.

“Eggs are ready!” she yells into the bedroom. I dry myself off and wrap the towel around my waist.

I feel her eyes on my chest as I walk out into the kitchen/lounge. Grabbing a strawberry, I pop it into my mouth, her gaze still on me.

“I forgot to mention, for security reasons, there are cameras all around the cabin.” I watch as her eyes go wide, snapping to mine.

“What? Like, outside?” she questions.

“Yes.” I watch her shoulders relax, then deliver the punch. “And inside.” She takes a sharp breath in, covering her mouth with one hand. “Is there something wrong?” I smirk, watching her come to the realisation, the penny finally dropping.

“Did you…” she scoffs. “No, there’s no way.” She walks into the bedroom, I hear shuffling and then she comes out, pointing to the ceiling. “You have a fucking camera in the bedroom?!”

I grin, leaning on the kitchen bench, watching her as I put another strawberry in my mouth. “I must say, I didn’t expect tosee what I saw this morning.” I chuckle at the memory, feeling my blood slowly draining from my brain.

“You watched!?” Her tone horrified that I’d do such a thing.

“Of course I watched.” I move closer to her, our bodies now a mere inch apart. “I watched as you slid your hand under those black, lacy panties.” I trail a finger from her collarbone to the middle of her breasts. “I watched as you grasped your breast, closing your eyes.” I trail my finger farther down to her navel. “I watched you scream my name as you came.” Her chest heaves as she looks into my eyes, licking her lips. “Why won’t you just admit it? You’re attracted to me.” I smirk.

She lets out a little whimper as I snake my arm around her waist, pulling her into me. “I know you want to know what my cock feels like deep inside you,” I whisper into her ear, my nose trailing from her neck to her jaw as I push my erection into her. “We could make this engagement a lot more fun, if you’d let me show you how.”

“Oh god,” she whispers, letting her head drop back. I kiss her neck, my tongue swirling on her velvet skin.

“It’s just you and I here, sweetheart. God doesn’t associate himself with the devil.” I smirk as I remove my towel, stepping back, her eyes finding my cock immediately.

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