Page 51 of House of Lies

She bares her teeth. “Yes. Sorry.”

I pull back on her hair, forcing her to arch even more, and drag her leggings and panties to her knees, her calves, and off her legs entirely.

“I was expecting a maid, and you weren’t expecting to clean this house. Neither of us want this, but we’re stuck with each other until the end of the week.”

She keeps perfectly still as I undress her, only her chest rising and falling with her fast, shallow breath. I slide my fingers between her thighs, my eyes locked with hers as I slowly widen her legs.

“But this behavior of yours isn’t making it easier on either of us.”

Balanced on my thigh like this, she’s a few inches too short for her knees to reach the floor, but she keeps some of her weight on her toes. When her legs are open wide enough, I run my fingers up her pussy, teasing her warm, wet cunt with a delicate touch.

“Are you going to behave yourself?”

She groans and bucks against my hand, giving her lips a quick lick. “Maybe,” she murmurs.

My hand connects to her pussy with a wet thwack.

She gasps, a shudder chasing through her body.

Christ, my cock is ready to tear through my fucking pants. I twist my hand in her hair, earning a whimper, and give her cunt another hard slap.

“Will you behave yourself?”

“Yes!”

Slap.

“You’re lying, toy.”

“Oh, God,” she groans, pushing into my cupped palm when I grab her between the legs.

“Tell me you’ll behave yourself,” I grate out, giving her another slap. “If I believe you, I’ll finger this wet little pussy until you cream yourself all over my hand.”

“I’ll behave! I promise!” she yells through a frustrated sob.

I press two fingers against her clit, toying with the engorged nub of tender flesh. Her gasp of pleasure has my cock weeping, but I try to ignore the intense pressure building at the base of my spine and instead focus entirely on Cassidy’s expression as I massage her clit.

Her jaw slackens. She pushes open her legs even wider, moaning as she tries to press against my fingers.

That’s when I slide my thumb hard down her folds. She gasps when I press against her entrance, and flounders with a breathy, “Fuck,” as I massage her slick pussy.

“Please,” she begs, her fingers digging into my thigh as she pushes up. Her thighs open shamelessly wide, and I groan as her pussy swallows the tip of my thumb with wet, greedy lips.

Keeping pressure on her clit, I push my thumb deeper inside her, my breath catching.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I murmur, gazing at her as I move my finger in and out of her pussy.

Her mouth falls open, her shoulders shrugging as she rocks against my thumb. She looks lost to the world until I pull on her hair, forcing her to arch. Her eyes flutter open, and she stares shyly at me through her lashes.

I’ve never seen a more haunting display of euphoria. Mouth wide, lips glistening, eyes hooded with lust, Cassidy fucks my hand with slow, firm thrusts.

Christ, how I wish she was riding my cock instead. Releasing her hair, I trail my hands down the front of her body, grabbing so roughly at her tit that she cries out with pain.

She moves her weight to one hand and grabs my shaft with the other, gripping me painfully tight through my slacks.

A groan shudders out of me at her touch, and she pushes harder into my hand. I shove two fingers inside her, my body tensing with pleasure when she moans. Her thighs clamp closed, and she starts squirming between my legs like she’s seconds away from coming.

“Hold still and open those legs of yours,” I command.

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