Page 105 of Dust Storm

“Yes—okay? Just fuck me already,” she retorted.

“Watch your mouth, princess. I’m just getting started.”

Cassandra reached down between our bodies and?—

“Fuck,” I grunted when she wrapped her hand around the bulge in my jeans and squeezed.

She did it again, jerking my junk just to get a rise out of me. It worked.

My cock ached and throbbed in her hand. “Don’t tease me,” I rasped.

It had been a long week. With the development plans approved and lawyers pestering me to close the deals, CJ at my throat over the changes, and Cassandra being a daily cocktease, I was at my limit with stress. It’s why my Mom had taken the girls for the night.

Cassandra unzipped my fly and slid her hand beneath the waistband of my boxers, grazing the head of my cock. It twitched and jerked from the lightest touch of her fingertips.

“Cass, don’t fucking tease me. Not today.”

She looked like sin incarnate as she smirked and eased up, sliding her hand further around my shaft. “I think I want to tease you.” She skimmed my balls with her fingertips.

I grunted, pounding my fist into the arm of the couch as pleasure threatened to rip out of me without warning. “Cassandra,” I snapped.

She licked her lips. “I think I want to see what happens when you lose control.” She left feather-light kisses on the edge of my ear, making me shudder as she kept a firm grip on my cock.

I snapped. Grabbing Cassandra’s wrist, I yanked her hands away from my body and twisted them behind her back as I hooked my leg around hers, flipping her onto her stomach.

“Christian!” Her squeal was muffled by the throw pillow as her face was squished into the couch.

“I told you not to fucking test me.”

She thrashed and squirmed, but there was no way she could get out of the hold I had her trapped in. Not that she wanted to. That shit-eating grin on her face made it clear that she was enjoying herself.

I kept her wrists shackled in my hand as I swung my leg off the couch, dragging her down to the floor with me. Her knees hit the soft rug on the floor as I forced her to bend over the couch seat.

“I told you, Cass.” I pulled a condom out of my pocket before dropping my jeans down just enough to pull my cock all the way out and get the rubber on. “I told you not to test me, and you didn’t listen.”

Cassandra turned her head to the side, resting her cheek on the couch. “Listening is overrated. I prefer calling the shots.”

I scraped my fingers up her scalp and fisted her hair by the roots. She gasped and groaned as I yanked her head backward and pressed my mouth to her ear. “Well, congratulations, Princess. You’re not doing either tonight.” I bit her earlobe, leaving red teeth marks on her porcelain skin. “Now be obedient and drop those pants to your knees before I tear them off your body.”

She glared at me with lightning bolts in her storm-cloud eyes. “Don’t you dare leave a fucking hickey on me like an amateur.”

I yanked her head backward again, latching onto her throat. “I will do what I goddamn please. If I want to mark your perfect body, I will fucking do so because it belongs to me.”

Cassandra cried out in desperation as I sucked and nipped at her throat until her skin bloomed like a rose.

I tightened my grip on her hair. “You will not cover that up tomorrow. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she said, breathless and panting.

I reached around and pinched her nipple, holding it between two fingers. “Yes,what?”

She licked her lips and gasped like she was dying in a desert. “Yes, Sir.”

“Hold on to the cushion,” I ordered as I untied the bow at the waist of her pants. They were my favorite pair of hers—long, loose, and flowy. They cupped her ass in obscene ways and tied around her waist in a thick looping bow.”

The fabric billowed around her knees.

“What? You’re not even going to undress me all the way?”

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