Page 106 of Dust Storm

I palmed her ass before tugging her thong down around her thighs. “I like seeing you like this. Such a dirty girl, dropping these panties and bending over to get fucked. You can’t even look me in the eye.”

She arched her back, teasing me with that ass again. “I fully intend to finish the job with my battery operated boyfriend.”

I chuckled. “So much sass for someone who’s going to avoid walking tomorrow.”

“You talk a big game for someone who?—”

But her words were cut off with my fingers pushing into her cunt.

“Greedy girl,” I groaned. “Already soaked and desperate for me.” I steadily worked her clit. “This pussy must be dying sinceyou finally found someone who can make you come better than a toy.”

“You made me come. I never said it was better than a toy,” she choked out between breaths.

“You didn’t say it.” I edged my cock inside of her, then thrust home. “Your body did.”

Her cry of desperation gutted me as I grabbed her hips and drove into her soaked pussy.

“I’ve got you, princess. Let me make you feel good.”

“Christian—”

“You can take it. Just trust me and let go.”

“Easier said than done,” she rasped.

I pushed the back of her shirt up and pressed my mouth to her spine, kissing her gently. “I’m not going to take it easy on you, so if you need me to stop, say it.”

“I’m good. I’m fine—I just need a second.”

I kissed her spine again, leeching some of the tension from her bones. Cassandra let out a breath, relaxing into the couch cushion. Her hips loosened as she rested her head and closed her eyes.

“That’s my girl,” I soothed as I ran my hand up and down her spine. “You ready?”

Cassandra nodded and pushed back against me.

I dug my fingers into her hips as I pulled out, then slammed in again, guided by her wetness.

“Goddamn, you’re so tight,” I grunted, trying to catch my breath as I set a punishing pace. “Jesus, Cass.”

She let out a soft, breathy laugh.

I smoothed my hand over her ass again and again, savoring how soft it felt in my palm. All of her was.

She didn’t want to admit it, but I saw the writing on the wall. Cassandra was tough because she had to be. It was a survivalinstinct. But when she put her claws away and purred, I was so far gone for her.

“You’re coming first, Princess.”

Cassandra nodded as I pushed deep inside of her and played with her clit.

“Take what’s yours.”

She stilled, focusing on the brewing fever pitch inside of her. I studied her, watching as her fingers curled into the cushion. The way her breath turned ragged and still. The way her eyes clenched in concentration.

Then, one hitch in her lungs and she detonated.

I drove into her again and again as heavy shudders racked her body. My dick grew impossibly harder as blood roared at the base of my spine. I jerked, slamming my hips into her ass as I held her there. My orgasm sapped my remaining stores of energy. I collapsed around her, bracing my arms beside hers as I caught my breath.

My stomach stuck to her exposed lower back, sweat fusing us together.

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