Page 141 of Dust Storm

Good. I wanted her to know how much it pained me when she wasn’t near.

She twisted and thrashed, but I kept her pinned beneath me, teasing her rosy nipples until they were flushed bright pink and pebbled.

I drove my knee between her legs and pressed it against her hot cunt. “There you go, Princess. Make yourself come. Show me how much you want my cock.” I sucked on the paper-thin skin behind her ear and made her gasp. “Do a good job for me and I’ll fill your little pussy up.”

“Just fuck me already,” she gasped as she rolled her hips, rubbing herself against me like an animal in heat.

“Keep going,” I said as I cupped one heavy breast and sucked her nipple between my teeth.

She pressed harder against me, jolting with each thrust as she edged closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Don’t stop now, Princess. Show me how pretty you look when you come with my name on your lips.” I pinched her nipple and relished the shock that morphed into a moan. “That’s what you wanted that day I walked in on you touching yourself. You wanted me to be the one making you come.”

Cassandra nodded desperately. “Yes.”

“Then make yourself finish like the dirty girl you are, and I’ll make that fantasy come true.”

I hissed as her teeth sunk into my shoulder as she came. Before she had even finished orgasming, I rolled on a condom and sank deep inside her soaked pussy.

“Goddamn, you feel incredible.”

Lingering flutters of her release teased my cock as I pushed inside.

“Yes,” she said, releasing a weighted breath. “That’s what I needed.”

I stole a kiss. “I’ll always give you what you need. Tell me how good it feels, princess.”

Cassandra hissed as I thrust into her again. Her words were strained and tense. “Full. So tight,” she whimpered, resting her forehead on my shoulder.

I slammed my hips into hers. “I know it is, but you’re a tough little thing. You can take it.”

“Christian,” she keened as I scraped my fingers up and down her tits, teasing her peaks with each pass.

Her pussy clenched around my dick, desperate and wanton. “I feel you, Princess. Come when you want. There’s more where that came from.”

Cassandra gasped, her back arching off the bed when I reached between us and slowly, steadily massaged her clit.

“I’ll always give you what you need,” I promised over and over again as she begged and pleaded for another release.

I breathed through waves of arousal that threatened to push me over the edge until she broke apart beneath me. We collapsed, chest-to-chest as my cock jerked, pouring into the condom.

Her cunt still strangled me, even as we lay together, slowly catching our breath.

“Christian?” she said quietly as she tipped her head back on the pillow and closed her eyes.

I peppered her chest with dotted kisses. “Hmm?”

“Thank you for being patient with me.”

My hair hung around us as I pressed a kiss to her lips. “I love you too.”

29

CASSANDRA

“This looks weird.” I turned in the mirror and stared at my butt. “I hate wearing jeans.”

“You should wear them more,” Christian said with a near-giddy smile as he squeezed my ass. “You look damn good.”

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