Page 92 of House of Lies

She’s too warm, too soft, too fucking close. I can feel her heartbeat thrumming against my wrist as I cradle her head in my palm.

I breathe in her scent, and it sends a hard pump of blood to my cock that’s impossible to ignore, especially when it nudges against the plump curve of her ass.

My hand has a mind of its own. It glides down her hip and over her thigh, then back up again until I’m weighing her ample ass cheek in my palm. The shirt has ridden up to mid-thigh, but I push it up higher, until it’s by her hip, exposing the full expanse of her warm, smooth skin to my touch.

I bite back a groan when I dip my fingers between her legs and brush against her pussy. At the second stroke, I can already feel wetness on my skin.

Jesus, she’s always ready for me.

Slick and juicy, perfectly primed for my cock.

Even in my sweats, I’m running out of room for my cock to thicken. I hesitate for all of a single, stifled breath before I drag my dick out of my pants and nestle it in the small of her back.

There. Safe, out of the way.

But I’m only fooling myself.

Cassidy’s pussy is getting fucked, whether she’s awake or not.

I tease my fingers over her pussy lips, slowly rocking my hips forward so our bodies press closer together. More arousal coats my fingertips, but I want her to be dripping for me like she was when I fingered her so roughly in the hallway of Glenmont Manor.

Christ, how can this woman turn me on so much when she’s fucking sleeping?

I grab my cock, swiping my thumb over the head to collect the precum that’s already seeping out of the slit. I gently smear that wetness over Cassidy’s pussy, working further back until I’m brushing her asshole.

There’s no way I can press into this tight hole without waking her, not when I know I can slip a finger or two inside her pussy instead. But I toy with the thought for a long moment, my cock growing harder and thicker as I touch the most intimate part of her as she sleeps.

She stirs when I sink the tip of my finger into her hot pussy, and I have to stifle a groan at the feel of her.

Fuck, she’s so wet. I slide another finger inside her, my eyes glued to her angelic face. I rock my hips again, wishing it wasn’t just my finger, but the entire length of my hard cock inside her.

And fuck it, if someone inside me doesn’t snap.

I arch away from her and grab my cock, slowly forcing it down before nestling up against her again.

A shudder goes through me when the tip of my cock presses up against her apex, but with her sleeping on her side, I’d have to force myself between her legs before I can reach her pussy.

I don’t dare wake her.

Gently, so fucking carefully, I cup her ass cheek and lift. She makes another quiet sound, and I pause, my heart beating frantically at the thought that she’ll wake up with me poised to fuck her in her sleep.

But after a long moment, she hasn’t moved again, and I can’t hold back anymore.

It takes all the restraint I still possess not to groan when my cock touches her wet pussy. I let go of her ass, nestling between her cheeks as I drag the tip of my cock over her wet lips.

In seconds, I’m fucking aching to come.

But I edge myself with grim determination, a fist over my cock as I simultaneously jerk myself off and slide my tip up and down her juicy slit. I even tease her asshole, and that nearly has me coming on the spot.

I inch my hand to the tip of my shaft, slipping a finger inside her drenched pussy. I slowly finger her, clamping my other fingers around the tip of my cock and using that grip to bring myself right to the edge.

Cassidy’s breathing changes, becoming small, soft little pants. She squirms, letting out the tiniest little moan.

Fuck, is she coming in her dream?

The thought makes my balls tighten painfully against my body, and it feels like I’m going to bust an artery if I try to hold back any longer.

I come with a muted groan, pushing my cum inside her pussy with my finger as I shudder through an epic climax.

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